Page 86 of Sideline Play

What little faculty I was in possession of escapes me as I feel him stretch and fill me. Each thrust drawing out guttural moans and keening, pitchy whines.

It’s not long before my walls are contracting around him, strangling him and trying to prevent his retreat. Yet it’s not enough. I can see him in the window’s reflection as he claimsme, our eyes locked on each other as we surrender to our own definition of making love. I can feel him from the inside out, his cock stroking and stimulating every sensitive, responsive spot inside me. His thighs against mine, the wool of his slacks soft and rough all at once. His fingers threatening little bruises around my hips as if he’s afraid releasing me for even a second will have me vanish. It’s beautiful, raw, and delicious with sweat misting our bodies and still, it’s not enough. I still balance on the insanity-inducing edge of release.

Frustrated, I start to rise up on my arms, only for Remington’s hand to strike out and push between my shoulders.

“Stay.”

“But—”

“Play with your clit.”

His short tone leaves no room for arguing or negotiation, my fingers already shoving the slit of my dress aside as they dive between my thighs and begin to circle and vibrate my clit.

It’s not enough, not nearly enough but he knows that, his fingers quickly replacing his cock. I’m momentarily bereft by the sensation of only being partially filled until his head is back at my opening.

Pushing back to try and force him inside of me, he admonishes, “Stay still and wait for Daddy.”

Then, those fingers coated in my excitement find their way further back from my pussy and up between the cleft of my ass. It’s a thrill feeling him there, fingers circling and pressing, threatening to enter but not. One that has me trying to slow my erratic breathing down even before his rough voice softens to a gentle coo, coaxing me to relax for him.

Stretching over me, Remi kisses my shoulder blade as he murmurs, “Can I?” breaching my entrance with a single finger. “We haven’t?—”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Are you sure? You’re only on the?—”

“Please do it. I want to feel you stretch me. I can take it.”

Shallowly fucking my ass with that single finger a moment longer, he kisses me again before retreating and saying, “Stay just like this. I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, he’s gone and back before I even have time to lament the absence of his heated touch. I’m so hyper focused on having his cock inside the only hole he hasn’t yet used, that I’m startled when something pushes into my pussy.

“What,” I start only to drift off into a moan as a gentle vibration starts pulsing.

Thrusting the bullet in and out of me several times, Remington removes it and brings it up to my clit, the pace of the lowest setting more of a tease than actual stimulation.

“Keep this here for me, baby.” Then returning to the puckered opening, the cool feeling of the thick lube for my plugs dripping down on me, he starts massaging me and pressing in and out as he says, “We haven’t gotten you worked up enough to take more than just a little of me tonight. So I need you to be my good wife and only bear down when I tell you to, okay?”

The first finger is good. The second, devine. The third, tight and only about a third of the way in as he truly begins to stretch me past the toys we’ve been using to train my muscles. The mingling of forbidden and exciting is so intense, I’m quickly turning up the speed on the bullet as I finally feel myself begin to teeter along the edge I’ve been stuck on.

This, this is what I need. For my husband to claim this final part of me. Own every inch of my body and mold it to his shape and touch, so everything will pale in comparison to him and the way he commands my body.

“Good girl,” he further praises as I slump and melt for the pleasure the bullet is bringing me. “Just like that.” His movements are achingly slow as he pulls out of me, the tight ringof muscle first not wanting to allow him entry, now not wanting to allow his escape.

Applying more lube, he squeezes my hip and says, “I’m only goin’ to do a little bit but if it’s still too much, let me know.”

“I can do it. I promise.”

“I’m serious, Scarlet. The moment you feel even a pinch of discomfort, you tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

Reaching over me so his body is covering mine, he kisses my shoulder, my neck, and my cheek, murmuring, “I love you, my wife.”

“I love you too, husband.”

Retracing the path of his lips, he returns to kneeling behind me, his hand stroking his dick, coating it with lube until he glistens, as he watches me in the glass. Then, notching himself at my opening, he says, “Turn it up. I’m not gonna last long, and I want to feel your ass wring my cock as I come.”

Doing as he says, I tap the speed up and up again until I’m crying out from the relentless vibration on my clit, my voice rising in volume as he begins to push inside of me. It’s natural to tighten the moment something begins to breach. It happens even when I bear down on my plugs, but the instinct is tenfold as his head starts to enter me.

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