Page 27 of Come Inside

With one hand reaching below and pushing the vibrator against her clit, he used his other to find the puckered rim of muscle he needed to stretch.

She couldn’t see it, but the vibrator doubled as a butt plug, and he planned on pushing it into her before he fucked her tonight.

He wanted her to be filled. With the plug, his cock, and his cum.

Chapter 20

Yara

“James.” His name left my lips in a breathy moan as he pushed a finger into me. Except it wasn’t into my cunt. It wasn’t what I expected, but I accepted the intrusion with the water acting as just enough lubricant, and the vibrator sending licks of static all the way up my spine. It was easy for him to fill me with his large rough finger.

“Marvelous. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

I melted a bit under his praise. I hadn’t expected to like it so much.

Tocrave it.

An older man offering his approval?

Heady.Intoxicating.

A drop of something I hadn’t realized I needed. It did nothing to quench the vacant well of years of emptiness, but it did act as flint. And each word was a strike against the desire building.

It was propelling me to the edge even faster than his ministrations.

He gently pushed another finger in, stretching me, and I found myself pushing back onto it. Willing him to pump inside me.

“Not yet,” James grunted out. “I’m getting you ready.”

I started to argue, to ask him ready for what, but then he was removing the vibrator.

I rustled in annoyance.

He pulled back his fingers next and tapped me lightly on the ass. “Patience.”

I felt something new.

“What is—”

He reached down spanking my cunt with his free hand. Directly on my clit. He didn’t let up. Shockwaves of sensual pleasure shot across my nerves. Each smack electrified my body.

Thoroughly distracted and losing myself to this new sensation, the butt plug slid in with little resistance. He had primed me for it.

“Fuck.” The word was a garbled mess that I spoke into the shower’s wall.

He removed his hand from my cunt, teetering me just on the edge again.

My climax was once more just out of reach, and I wanted to turn around and hit the man.

But at the same time I was loving the delayed gratification. I felt as if I was climbing to a height I had never reached before. That each time he let up, I was only a few steps back but then had an entire mountain still to climb.

It was delicious.Addicting.

This man is dangerous.

Steam had long since filled the space, and the water still ran hot, bouncing off my back with stinging pebbles.

Equally, I could feel the heat of his skin, but he wasn’t touching me. Just centimeters kept us separated.

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