Page 391 of The Winslow Brothers

“I don’t know.” I shrug and fidget my hands together. “I guess because I don’t know what you’re going to think?”

“Come here.” He shifts the bag and gestures for me to sit down in his lap. “Let’s look at it together.”

Oh boy. I don’t know why that shoots a thrill up my spine, but it does.

Once I’m back on his lap, he wraps his arms around me and slides my selection out of the bag right in front of both of us. His fingers make quick work of the small box, and then, it’s there, the item I chose.

A small, glass anal plug.

It feels like it takes him three lifetimes to say something, but I know that’s just the anxiety talking. Time whooshes in my ears, and dust floats in front of me. It’s not him going slow—it’s me having an out-of-body experience.

“Why did you choose this?” he asks me, putting me out of my uncertain misery.

I turn my head to explore his face for criticism or judgment or question, but his eyes are relaxed, and the hint of a smile sits at the corners of his mouth. It’s comforting. “Because you said it should be something a little wild, something I’ve never tried.”

“And because the idea of trying it excites you?”

I nod, though if I trusted myself to speak, there’d be more to the story. The idea of trying itwith himexcites me. I’ve never really been the type of girl who was into anything like this, but for some reason, with Ty, the idea is thrilling.

“Any other reason?”

“Because I want to feel full.Back there. While you’re inside me.”And because when you said my ass was yours, it made me feel crazy. But in the best way.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

“Yeah?” My heart starts up one hell of a pounding rhythm inside my chest. “Like, right now?”

“Yes.” One word and I feel like I might start panting like a dog.

Oh, holy moly! It’s happening! Everyone calm down! It’s happening!My insides are a Michael Scott GIF come to life.

“Hold this.” He sets the plug in my hands, and it’s cold and smooth and only making me more excited about what he’s going to do with it.

And then he’s up from the couch, with me still in his arms, and carrying us into the bedroom.

Once he’s standing beside the bed, he lowers me to my feet and takes the plug from my hands. He sets it down on the bed and then removes my shirt, my jeans, my panties, and he doesn’t stop until I’m standing before him, completely naked.

“Get on the bed. On all fours. With that glorious ass of yours pointed toward me.”

I swallow but follow his command. At the end of the day, I know Ty Winslow is a safe space, no matter what we’re trying. I climb onto the bed, and once I’m in the position, I wait for his next move.

He doesn’t do anything right away. Instead, I can just feel him behind me, watching me, taking me in, and a rush of arousal makes itself known between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, closer now. And then his warm hands are on me, touching me. They start a path from my shoulders and skate down my back, over my ass, and behind my thighs, until they move right back to my ass and squeeze.

My head falls forward on its own, and a silent moan opens my mouth.

He slides one of his fingers to the one spot the plug is supposed to go and delicately circles the area in such a way that my hips squirm against the foreign sensation.

I’ve never done anything like this, never had anyone touch me there besides him when we had sex on the couch in his office. But here I am, wanting this—wanting to take it further—with Ty.

That devious finger of his makes a path toward the front of my thighs. It rubs along my clit, and then it’s inside me, where his cock has been what feels like a million times, but also, not enough times.

I moan and writhe, and I can feel myself getting wetter as he slides his finger in and out of me.

When he pulls that finger away, I whimper.

And I almost ask him to go back to what he was doing, but his finger is back at my ass, and then slowly, gently, it makes its way inside me.Inside my ass.The intensity and tremors of pleasure are unexpected. It feels bad and forbidden, but fuck, I think that’s what’s making it feel so good.

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