Page 44 of Tickled Pink

“That’s right.” He spanks me again. “I’m just getting started on you…”

He pulls out. I mewl for him to put it back in, but the words never find their way past my tongue before he shoves into me again.

“Fuck,” is all I manage to say.

He pulls out, this time smacking my ass once, twice, three times before rutting into me. I whimper and whine, my ass cheek burning.

“I love… this sweet ass.”

He rubs my throbbing cheek, soothing me. I purr beneath his touch, just like I always have.

His thumb presses against my anus, and I gasp.

“Shh,” Thad whispers behind me, still soothing. Still hot as fuck. “Relax.”

He rubs my opening, putting pressure on the tight knot. I pucker and quiver as new pleasures mix with old. I just want him back inside of me. I don’t care which hole.

“Thad,” I moan.

He hums a response as a cold liquid drops onto my skin.

I swivel my head around. “You have lube?”

He chuckles.

“When did you get lube?”

“Shh.”

I open my mouth to speak, but I’m instantly silenced as he pushes his thumb inside of me. It slides in so smoothly; I feel nothing but instant pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls behind me.

I bite my pillow again as pulls his thumb out and I feel something thicker take its place.

Thad groans as his lube-soaked cock slides deep into my ass. The sound is like sweet candy; hearing how easily I bring my boys pleasure.

My boys.

My mouth opens on its own, expecting to be filled, but a quick glance around reminds me that there’s only two of us here tonight.

I look at Max’s side of the bed one more time before losing myself to pleasure again. Thad fucks me slowly, always gentle when he needs to be. I enjoy the sensations, succumbing to pulsating desires. Sparks fire to my clit as Thad’s grunts drive me even further toward orgasm.

It’s the fantasy in my mind’s eye that sends me over the edge. Thad in my ass. Max in my mouth. Filled and satisfied at both ends.

I come hard, stuffing the pillow’s corner back into my mouth as I scream. My clench is too much for Thad, and his grip tightens on my hips as he comes.

Thad collapses forward, resting his body against mine on the bed. He draws a line of sweet kisses from my shoulder to my neck. I lay a hand on his head, combing my fingers through his shaggy dirt-blonde hair and guiding his lips to mine.

“Fan-fucking-tastic, milady,” he says between breaths.

I laugh as he rolls me onto my back. I rest my head on the pillow with closed eyes, feeling his body between my warm thighs. “Same goes to you, Mr. Hemsley.”

He kisses me, massaging my tongue with his as he caresses my arms. He guides them up over my head and holds them near the bars of our custom headboard. “I love when you call me that.”

“I’ll call you anything you want,” I say.

“Oh, yeah?”

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