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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

JT

My whole bodyis buzzing. It’s hard to focus on all the feelings shooting off like a sparkler inside me. I just know I need more, and I trust Sir to give it to me. He’s already given me more than he could ever know.

Marshall rolls me off him, and it takes everything in me not to cling to him. I want us to be skin to skin, but I also know that whatever happens here will blow my mind.

“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees. Ass toward me.” Sir stands at the side of the bed, cock pointed at me, and I’m dying to suck a load from his balls, but I still do as he says. Sir uses his hands to spread my ass cheeks. “You have such a pretty little hole, pet. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“I have a pretty little hole.” One would figure that might be embarrassing to say, but it’s not with him. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt safer than I do with Marshall, didn’t know how much I needed that.

“Good boy.” He circles it with his finger, then bends down and swipes at my rim with his tongue.

“Yes!” I call out because is there anything better in the world than having your ass eaten?

He licks me again, tongue rasping and probing at my ass, his scruff rough against my cheeks in all the right ways, and I swear, I fucking purr like a cat. My hands fist in the blanket as I push back, wanting more.

Sir eases away.

“That’s not fair. I like that.”

He chuckles. “Are you under the impression you’re the boss here?”

The last thing I want is to be the boss here, so I say, “No, Sir. I’m sorry. It just feels really good.”

He gives me another chuckle, this one sounding more sinister. He leans down again, but instead of licking me, he spits on my hole, then rubs it in with his finger and pushes inside.

My eyes roll back, limbs shaking, because much like being eaten out, is there anything in the world better than being penetrated? I just love it all.

Sir slides his finger in and out, spitting again on it, which is both humiliating and one of the hottest things ever.

He pushes a second in, stretching me a bit more. It’s tight without lube but not too painful.

“Your hungry little ass is pushing back against me. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m your needy little slut.” The truth is, I already feel like I belong to Marshall, like I was meant to belong to him, and that’s dangerous thinking.

“Yes, you are. Mine to do with as I please.”

He reaches for the lube, squirts some on his fingers, then pushes three inside me.

He fucks me with them, and I absolutely do push back, fucking myself on them too. It’s not something I’ve ever thought about, something I’ve ever wanted, but I would let him stick his whole fist inside me if he wished it. I would enjoy it, love it, because it’s him and something he’s giving me, and that I’m giving him, and there is so much beauty in that—in the give-and-take, and the sating of each other’s needs. I’m not sure there’s much more that’s as special as that.

This is the first time he’s penetrated me, and it’s glorious. I’ve never used that word for anything before, but it is absolutely needed here.

I cry out when he smacks my ass, spanking me with one hand while finger-fucking me with the other. All the sensations make me dizzy with need for him, with pleasure and fulfillment, and also with this sort of peace that settles over me when Marshall and I have a scene together. It’s the most like me I ever feel.

He pulls his fingers out.

“Sir!” I whine.

“You’re gaping for me. Don’t worry. I’m not done with your holes yet. I’m going to use both of them and make us lose ourselves to the pleasure.”

I mean, how can I complain about that?

Marshall grabs the lube and the dildo. “Come.”

We go to the en suite. It’s bigger than my bedroom at home, with a deep tub on one side and a large two-headed shower on the other.

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