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“Feels good, doesn’t it, toy?” I croon, pulling out my fingers so her pussy clenches around the leather.

Her body quakes. “No,” she whispers. “Please, take it out.”

“What’s wrong?” I reach past her dangling legs and trace a circle around her clit. “I thought you liked my belt.”

Cassidy whimpers, and a trickle of arousal runs down the leather. I work it in and out of her, a finger circling her clit without touching it, teasing her.

She starts panting, then mewling.

I’m the first to break.

She’s enjoying this punishment way too much.

I drop the belt, and fall to my knees behind the sofa, dragging her ass cheeks apart. Her pussy peels open for me. I glide my tongue over her pussy, all the way from her clit to her asshole.

Her gasp is like a whip crack.

My cock aches painfully, still trapped behind my jeans, but I relish the pressure. It reminds me just how good it’s going to feel to fuck Cassidy… as soon as I’ve licked every inch of her slit.

I dive forward, clamping my mouth over her pussy, and she tries to move away, embarrassed, horrified—I don’t know what.

I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m taking what I want, and there’s not a thing she can do about it.

I lap up every inch of her, sucking on her pussy lips, teasing her clit with my teeth, poking my tongue against her tight little asshole. She whimpers and moans and tries to fight me off, but when I force the tip of my finger into her asshole and my tongue into her pussy, she goes rigid.

“Oh… my… fucking… God…” she groans breathlessly.

My balls ache with anticipation when her pussy clenches me. It only takes a few thrusts with my finger in her tight little hole before she comes.

And fuck, I drink her down with a groan that comes all the way from my balls.

Chapter 29

Cassidy

I’ve never been this exposed, this ashamed, this fucking turned on in my life. I have so many conflicting emotions surging through my mind that I don’t know what to latch onto.

So I just don’t. I try not to think, not to freak out, and just submit.

When Ethan’s finger slips inside my hole, my body erupts with euphoria. A delicious, aching tingle jolts through me, and I rush so hard into an orgasm that it feels like I’m blacking out.

My entire lower body clenches like a fist. I start gushing, but I can’t fight what’s happening any more than I can fight Ethan.

He keeps my ass cheeks parted, lapping up every drop that pours out of me, leaving me a shivering, trembling wreck.

And that finger never leaves my asshole. He keeps working it in and out of that impossibly tight hole.

I come, I gush…and then I keep coming.

I scream his name and then I’m begging him to fuck me.

“Please, God, please!”

“What are you begging for, toy?” Ethan grates out from behind me, almost like he’s angry.

“Your… your cock.” I blubber out the words, equal parts mortified and desperate. “Please fuck me with your cock.”

He growls as smooth and hard and warm presses against my entrance. I look at him over my shoulder, balancing precariously with my shaking arms, barely able to keep me from sliding onto the cushions, and see he’s gripping his cock, lining it up between my legs.

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