Page 41 of Rugged

I sucked in a quick breath, then slowly exhaled again, and pushed back. As soon as I did, the head of the plug breached my hole. I pushed more as he pressed it insideme. There was a brief moment of “too much,” but then it was seated.

I had the strangest sensation of holding it in my ass, the neck of the plug clenched by the tight ring of muscles that made up my sphincter.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well,” Johnny praised me, stroking his rough, calloused palm around my ass again. “Fuck, look how pretty that is.”

I whimpered, not because it didn’t feel good, but because I was beyond turned on now. I was losing my mind with all the sensations–the buzzing under my clit, my burning ass, and now this plug filling me.

“I’m gonna spank that pretty ass of yours with the plug in it, and then I’m gonna fuck you, baby.”

God, I nearly came from his dirty promises. As if he sensed it, he adopted a more stern tone. “Don’t come yet. Don’t come until I give you permission, baby. Understand?”

I nodded into the bedcovers. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, but at the same time he delivered a hard slap. It jostled the plug in my ass, sending a riot of sensation jolting through my body.

I cried out.

How would I not come?

I needed to come desperately.

So desperately I couldn’t stand it.

“Not yet. You don’t come until I do, Lyssa,” he said, forgetting that I didn’t want to be called that in bed.

While hearing her name gave me courage outside of bed, I hated hearing him say her name while we were intimate. I wanted him to be praising me. Emma. Not Lyssa. I didn’t want to pretend when we were having sex. I wanted it to be real.

Just the two of us. Without Lyssa in the room.

His slip-up was a blessing because it allowed me to get a thread of control, so I wouldn’t come. So I could wait until he gave me permission. Again, eek! Where did he even learn to be such a swoon worthy dom?

No, I didn’t want to know that, either. I already hated all his past and future girlfriends. Hated anyone who took his golden attention off me, Emma.

The twin who was making up for lost time.

Johnny spanked me–faster this time, without breaks in between to rub away the sting. He slapped my ass, right and left side over and over again as I squirmed and cried out. I was feverishly hot. My clit was getting raw from the vibrator, and my ass burned. The jiggling plug gave me a sense of fullness.

Finally, Johnny stopped and rubbed my ass. I heard the crinkle of more plastic–it must have been a condom wrapper.

He pulled the vibrator out from underneath me andturned it off. “Time for the real thing, baby. You ready to take my cock?”

He hadn’t been like this the day before. So extra bossy and dominant. Was it because we were at his place, and he was more comfortable? Was this us trusting each other enough to take sex to the next level?

“Yes,” I moaned. I’d been ready for at least an hour. Even with the plug filling my ass–especiallywith the plug filling my ass–my pussy felt so empty.

Johnny made a strange, animal-like growling sound as he rubbed the head of his cock through my folds.

Desperate–hungry for it–I pushed back, and he slid in.

“Damn, baby. That’s so hot. You’re so wet for me right now.”

“Yes,” I groaned.

Oh God, I needed to come. With a desperation I’d never felt before.

“Please.”

He gripped my hips and pushed all the way in, his loins bumping the handle of the butt plug and jostling it in me even more than the spanking had.

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