Page 53 of Sweet Pea

He removed his clothes, slowly, torturously, and the second he freed his cock, I longed to taste it, but when I reached for him, he gave my ass a smack. “No.”

“But—”

“Do I need to cuff you to the bed?”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “I’m not the best at following orders.”

He grinned. “You want me to fuck you on your knees?”

“Oh, god, yes, please.”

“Then, behave.”

I sighed, rolling my shoulders in an effort to relax.

Sweet Pea chuckled. “Bend over the end of the bed. Grip the footboard and spread your legs. Wide, Callie. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

I stepped to the bed and did as he asked, although, I didn’t quite spread as wide as I could, because I was hoping there’d be more spanking if I didn’t.

He didn’t disappoint and I moaned in pleasure when his hand connected with my bare flesh. There was a tiny hook at the end of the bed, and he hooked my chain to it, so that every time I moved, the clamps tugged on my nipples.

I heard the sound of a vibrator, then it was pressed against my opening and I desperately wanted to grind against it, but he had all the control.

“Pea,” I begged.

He slipped it inside of me and I moaned as he moved it in and out of me, then slid it back to my ass. “Anyone ever been here?”

“No,” I panted out.

He pressed the vibrator against me, and I almost came undone. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”

I nodded, and he dropped the toy on the floor and unhooked me, guiding me onto the bed, burying himself inside of me from behind. I cried out as an orgasm washed over me, and then as he continued to thrust inside of me, another one built up and I was once again overwhelmed with pleasure as his cock practically hit my womb.

“Now!” I screamed, and he let out a grunt, his dick pulsing as we fell in a heap on the bed, our bodies still connected, and breathing heavy as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the nape of my neck.

“So, you liked that,” he observed.

“Oh my god,” I panted out. “I have never experienced anything like that before. I want all of it.”

“Well, pace yourself, baby. There’s a lot of sex to be had, and I plan to explore every part of your body.”

“I can get behind that,” I said. “But first, do you have food? Because, I’m starving.”

He grinned. “Yeah. Come on, we’ll carb load, then I’ll show you the wonders of anal.”

“You know just what to say to a gal.”

He laughed and led me back downstairs and into the kitchen.

* * *

The sound of rain hittingglass gently woke me and I reached for Sweet Pea only to find the bed empty. Sitting up, I wrapped the sheet around me and went to look for him.

“Pea?” I called out, walking downstairs.

He was pacing the living room, jeans slung low on his hips, shirtless and looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“There you are,” I said. “Come to bed.”

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