Page 57 of Bossed By The Boggart

I’m not sure what he’s doing until he shows me his left hand, glistening in the dim light of the room.

“What’s that?”

“Boggarts make their own lubrication. Be careful, though. Like our cum, it has a charge, but not as strong.”

Intrigued, I scoop his lube onto my hand. I realize it’s blue-tinted, the texture like a gel.

My fingers tingle underneath, and my clit pulses when I think about touching myself with it.

Bash resumes circling a finger inside of me, massaging the soft walls of my pussy, and I groan.

Unable to wait any longer, I rub both hands together to coat them in Bash’s fluids and then I stroke along the sensitive length of my clit.

The delicate flesh prickles at the contact, and I shudder against my monster’s lithe frame.

His lube feels so good, cooling against the rising temperature threatening to engulf me.

We both moan in unison, and I know he’s tasting my desire.

Just the thought of it makes me even hotter, and I rub my clit faster.

Bash continues to talk, whispering filthy encouragements in my ear until I’m a trembling mess of need.

For a second time, I’m going to orgasm in record speed.

“Uh, uh, I’m gonna come!”

“Fuck yes, come all over your pussy. Coat my hand in your juices so I can lick it all up.”

My balls tighten, pulling up inside of me even further than where I have them tucked and Bash presses against one.

And then I detonate.

Fireworks explode behind my eyelids, and I let out a hoarse cry.

I do as Bash requested, aiming my spend over where he continues to muff me.

It’s thin and watery, but Bash’s hips jerk at the first contact, his already hard cock swelling underneath my ass.

“That’s it, just like that, Wyn. Come for me. Every night I go to sleep, this is what I dream of—your passion, your pleasure. And it’s all for me.”

I reach up with my right hand to cup one of my breasts, and Bash follows suit.

It doesn’t matter that it’s the hand with the lube. The dress is ruined anyway.

Besides, I want Bash to make me filthy. Goodness only knows how dirty I want to be for him.

When my body stops trembling, Bash gently pulls his finger from pussy, raising his hand to his mouth.

He licks off my cum, moaning at the taste, and I squirm in his lap.

After he’s finished, he pulls me close, cuddling us together despite his throbbing cock.

“Um, are we going to take care of…”

I don’t finish but wiggle my ass instead. Bash laughs, hugging me tighter.

“If you’re asking if I’m still going to fuck your ass, then yes. But I want to hold you first. I didn’t get to the last time.”

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