Page 81 of Winning Bid

I’m just so full. Every spot is tended, from my G-spot to whatever the hell else is in there, and when he reaches around for my clit, I grip the sheets and lose it. I screech, “Fuck!” as the orgasm begins.

He buries himself as deep as he can go, riding the squeeze of my body on him. “You feel so fucking good when you come, baby!”

I can’t even respond—I’m lost inside of myself, inside this shimmering, inescapable pleasure he gave me. When it finally starts to subside, he rears back and wiggles the plug, sending me tumbling into another orgasm. Each muscle has squeezed tight. I can’t breathe, but who the hell cares? I have no words, and I must scream.

When I can finally inhale again, it sounds like a reverse scream when my lungs fill up. He hammers into me even more, and every thrust collides against the plug, making one orgasm into multiple. I can’t even count them—they’re like echoes in a cave. I don’t think you can turn inside out from climaxing too much, but he’s forcing me to try.

As one orgasm strikes another, I realize things are going black in my vision. I have to make myself breathe, and it’s a struggle. I turn my head for air and try to tap out, slapping the bed so he’ll see. He taunts me, “Need a break?”

I whisper, “Yeah!”

But he grabs that hand and pulls it into the small of my back. “You can take it.” He pops himself against me harder, deeper, faster until his cock swells inside me. Just as I’m ready to pull away from him—not that I really could—his body goes rigid behind me. He jerks forward, as deep as he can go, as he roars out his orgasm, pouring himself into my body. All that heat melts me inside to soothe my ache.

Anderson collapses onto my back, half kissing, half huffing breaths against my sweaty skin. But when he lost himself on top of me, he pressed the plug in even more.

I whimper, “Plug!”

Quickly—well, as quick as he could after all of that—he rolls off of me. “Sorry.”

“S’kay,” I gasp, also trying to catch my breath.

After a minute of panting in the relative dark, he asks, “You okay?”

I need a minute to make actual words. “Think so.”

He laces his fingers with mine. “You are a goddess.”

I laugh, which weirdly moves the plug. “Your goddess wants to clean up.”

“Not yet.” He rubs my ass for a moment first, then smacks me there. “Okay. Now you can go.”

41

ANDERSON

Over coffee the next day, I text Dana before returning to our conversation. “And you liked it?”

When June blushes, she is so fucking sexy. “Yeah, I think so.”

“You sound unsure. What didn't you like?”

“It was just a surprise, that's all.”

“The plug, you mean?”

She nods, then turns away. “I didn't. I never knew. I just?—"

“It's okay to say that you liked it. I want to know all the things that I can do to please you. No matter how unusual or deviant they might be.”

“Call them, um … “she starts. It's hard for her to look me in the eyes when she says it. “Do you think maybe we could try a little bondage one day?”

Oh, if she's not careful, she's gonna make this table rise another eight inches. I swallow, trying not to sound too eager. “I think I can make that work.”

“I mean, is that something that you're into, or are you thinking of it more like a favor to me?”

I huff a laugh. “Anything I get to do to please you is a favor to both of us. Whatever you want to try, June, I am up for it. And besides, I think you'd look rather sexy in a pair of shiny handcuffs.”

Her eyes widen. “I was thinking maybe those pink fuzzy ones. They seem safer.”

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