Page 26 of Once Upon A Sale

The first thing I feel is the cool gel of what I’m guessing is lube drizzling between my ass cheeks. It’s not comfortable and my squirming only gets me another smack to my ass.

“Be still.”

What I really want to say is, “Fuck right off this balcony.” Instead, I lock my knees and moan his name. Ugh, Kitten is so fitting. It’s like I’m mentally rubbing myself all over him and doing a sexy figure of eight around his legs like a cat in heat.

As soon as I feel the silicone at the entrance of my hole, I get it. He’s preparing me for later with a buttplug. I’ve played with toys before, experimenting with anal in that way, but I’ve never actually had a dick up my ass. Knowing Rhett, though, I’m guessing he’s about to put a mental notch on his headboard without even knowing it.

And I’m not fucking telling him. A girl’s gotta have her secrets, right?

Pushing out as he introduces the plug into my ass, a warm sensation comes over me when he speaks right at the shell of my ear.

“Such a good girl, giving me your arse like a gift for the gods.” Just as he licks my lobe, he simultaneously pushes the plug all the way inside, until the base is pressed against my puckered hole.

I grunt, closing my eyes and imagining he’s behind me enjoying the show, picturing those green eyes fixed on my ass as I adjust to the invasion.

“Are you planning on fucking me or are we just going to enjoy the view?” Not sure which view he’s going to choose but I don’t really have a choice, do I?

“I’m a man of many talents, Kitten. I can do both.” Reaching around me, he pops the buttons from his white shirt open, slow and meticulous, like he wants me to register what he’s about to do, to focus only on that. Which is exactly what happens. My mind is hyper aware of his fingers, his pinky to be exact, as it glides along my flesh every time he exposes more skin. With the shirt off my shoulders and hanging from my cuffed wrists, he places both of his hands on my hips, one sliding across my mound before he presses against my stomach and up my torso. When he reaches the underside of my tits, he cups the heavy globes and rubs my nipples in tight circles.

“Before the weekend is over, you’ll be wearing my teeth marks on these beauties.” I don’t even try to control my moan, it just escapes from between my lips as I begin rubbing my ass against his hard, briefs-covered dick at my back. “That moan? It’s going to be my new favorite sound. I may just record it so I can have a wank to it, over and over again after this weekend is over.”

Obviously, I don’t believe a single word he’s saying. A man like Rhett doesn’t need a spank bank when he’s got available pussy like a revolving door. But I won’t deny that the idea of my sounds making him hard once I’m gone does something to me.

He must know it, too, because one hand goes straight to my pussy, two fingers thrusting inside and hooking in a come hither position. My eyes closed and my mouth open, I’m no longer giving any fucks about potential peeping toms enjoying the view of me getting fucked from behind while handcuffed to thebalcony. In fact, I’m suddenly enjoying the fact that I could be someone’s fantasy without even knowing it.

“Your cunt is so wet right now, it begs the question…” He pauses, bites my shoulder, then licks the pain right off. “What are you thinking about, Kitten?”

This brings me to a fork in the metaphorical road. On the one hand, I could say I’m thinking about him and his big dick fucking me until I’m a heap on the floor.

Or…

“I’m picturing some random guy across the lake watching me come on this balcony and getting himself off at the sight of me.” My first indication that I chose correctly is the growl in my ear.

It’s not angry, it’s possessive. It’s animalistic and fucking hot.

My second clue is the sound of fabric being ripped off just before he drives his dick inside my pussy.

I gasp. The air from my lungs trapped by the force of his thrust. My mind goes completely blank, void of all thoughts, let alone some fictional man with binoculars.

All I can see in my mind is him.

One hand on my hip, the other at the base of my throat as he pulls me into him, Rhett runs the tip of his nose along the column on my neck then whispers more than groans.

“What are you thinking about now?”

Contrary to earlier, I can’t lie.

“How good this feels.”

“This?” Fucker is pushing it. I know what he wants to hear and I swear I try to hold back, but it’s no use.

“You. How goodyoufeel. Now, please for the love of all orgasms, fuck me. Please!” The grip on my throat gets tighter as he pulls his dick out and places a soft kiss on my collar bone.

“Your wish…” Before he even finishes his sentence, he slams right back inside, the air whooshing out of my lungs without my permission. Over and over again, he fucks me, the fit eventighter than last night with the plug making him nice and snug. Or more so, I should say.

“Why were you at the auction, Kitten?” His one-eighty barely registers, my gasps coming in rhythm with his driving thrusts, in and out of me.

“None…of your…business.”

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