Page 58 of The Roman's Woman (A Singular Obsession)

She could tell he didn’t understand, but as a man, Gio wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He continued to stroke her back and butt, peeling her bra and panties off as he went.

Still buzzed from the alcohol, she undulated sinuously, eliciting a harsh groan as the satin skin of her derrière slipped back and forth under his hands.

“God, I love your ass,” he said, pressing a hot kiss to the center of her left cheek. “Have you been using your toy?”

Toy? Oh, the buttplug.

Gio had presented her with one not long after she agreed to try this one day. It was a black silicone cone with a softly pointed tip and a flared base. She’d worn it a few times but hadn’t used it regularly, and not at all in the last few days. But she reasoned the alcohol had made her warm and willing. If she was ever going to try this, tonight was the night.

A hard spank surprised her. “I’m waiting for an answer,cara.”

“I used it,” she said, deciding not to elaborate on the precise details.

“Good,” he said, kissing her right cheek now, before shifting to spank her again.

A little huff escaped her parted lips, and she rested her forehead on the mattress when Gio ran his hands over the seam of her pussy. Parting her inner lips with a finger, he hummed approvingly.

“This makes you wet. I think you like it,” he said in a low gravelly voice.

Before she could reply, he spanked her again and she moaned, her hands fisting on the silky sheets. One of his fingers entered her pussy, sliding easily in her wet channel. She moaned and pushed back against his hand, wanting more of him.

But he disappointed her by withdrawing and getting off the bed.

“Where is it?”

“Where’s what?” she asked, clearly aggrieved.

“The plug,cara,” he said laughing a little.

“Oh, in the drawer,” she said, collapsing on the bed with her head to the side, watching him.

He moved to the dresser on her side of the bed and then disappeared for a second into the bathroom. When he returned he climbed back into bed, setting the plug, a tube of lubricant, and something else she couldn’t see on her other side.

With both hands, he started to rub her shoulders and upper back. “You should be totally relaxed for this.”

Sophia’s laugh turned into a drawn out sigh as Gio’s muscular hands kneaded her back and shoulders. Relaxing, she gave herself over to his skilled fingers.

Damn, the man was talented.If he cooks, too, you may have to marry him.

He massaged her back, working his way down until he was over his favorite spot. Every inch of her backside received his detailed attention. His obsession with that area was a bit much, though, and she was about to request that he speed things along when he stopped and reached for the plug. Applying a generous amount of lube, he pressed it to her puckered rosette.

Sophia pulled her arms in, her hands tightening into fists as the narrow tip penetrated the ring of muscle. Moaning, she pushed back until the flared middle reached her entrance. Gio paused, spinning the plug so the thickest part stretched her wide.

Little sparks of pain mingled with pleasure lit up the dark behind her closed eyes. Then Gio stopped working the plug sideways and pushed it all the way in, the flat flared base resting against her sphincter.

Crying out, she raised her hips reflexively. Gio growled in approval, caressing her upturned cheeks reverently before spanking her hard.

“Ah.”

It felt different with the plug, both hotter and weirder.

“Still feeling good, baby?” he murmured in a voice like dark velvet.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then this will feel even better.” He withdrew the plug slowly until only the tip rested inside her, then he pushed it back in. He repeated the motion until he was fucking her with it in smooth strokes. Pushing her down until her weight rested on her forearms, he pulled her hips up until her butt was raised high off the bed.

“Oh,oh God.”

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