Page 72 of Forbidden Harmony

“It was bigger than a pencil,” Addisonsaid.

“Honey,” a large woman wearing a skin-tightdress and stilettos paused as she walked by them, one hand clutching a bottleof lube and two dick lollipops, “if his dick isn’t at least the size of a flashlight,you can do better.”

“Yaass, queen.” Harper held out her fist. Thewoman bumped it and walked on.

Now, Addison took the vibrator out of thenightstand and set it on her lap. She’d let Harper convince her to buy theslightly larger size vibrator, but just like the wand vibrator, she hadn’t usedit yet.

Once she’d returned from New York, she hadn’texactly had much of a sexual appetite. The humiliation of being the gossip of thetown, the constant worry that she’d run into Harrison or – God forbid – Crystal,had killed her libido. The one night she thought she’d might try it, by thetime she got it out of the packaging and put batteries in, her interest hadwaned.

She turned the vibrator on, resting it thepalm of her hand as she played with the settings to get an idea of thedifferent levels of vibration. Before Preacher, this vibrator had seemed almostimpossibly large to her, but now…

Preacher’s dick is twice the size ofthis thing.

That was true. A grin crossed her face. Theidea that not only would she be able to take a dick the size of Preacher’s, butactually crave it, was actually kind of funny to her. She’d only had sex with himfour times but her usual anxiety she felt right when she was about to have apenis inside of her was already lessening. The realization that it didn’t haveto hurt to have sex and that she could have multiple orgasms was friggin’ magical.She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to how amazing that was.

Right. You really think this littlething is gonna satisfy you? You should have listened to Harper and got the giantdildo.

It probably wouldn’t be enough, not afterPreacher. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, right? It would do until Preachercontacted her for another hook up. She had to do something. The ache in hercrotch –pussy, it’s called a pussy and you loved having it eaten out byPreacher, you dirty girl– was maddening.

She took a deep breath and laid on her backon the bed. She cupped her left breast, pulling on the nipple as she closed hereyes and thought about Preacher. She had the urge to tug on the barbell in herright nipple, God it had felt so good when Preacher twisted it, but she kept herfingers away from it. She really didn’t want to have to explain to a pissedoff Preacher why her nipple piercing was infected.

Maybe he’ll spank you for being a badgirl.

Her face flushed bright red, but her nippleswere hard peaks and her pussy was suddenly soaking wet. She really had no desireto be spanked, not even by Preacher, but that’s what fantasies were for… to imaginedoing something you would never do in real life.

She rubbed at her nipple through the thinmaterial of her tank top and thought about what it would be like to be drapedover Preacher’s lap with her bare ass in the air and ready for his spanking.To have his outrageously large dick digging into her stomach as he spanked herwith sexy little slaps that just drove her need higher.

She pulled at her nipple again, her pussyaching and wet, and her other hand gripping the vibrator. She could hear Preacher’slow voice telling her she was his good girl, could see his big hand slidingbetween her legs to feel how wet she was, how much she needed him.

She turned the vibrator on, the low buzz againsther palm making her jump a little. She slid it under her pajama bottoms andrubbed it along her panty-covered clit. The vibration made her moan and she hurriedlypulled the vibrator free and reached for the waistband of her pajamas. She neededto be naked for this. Yes, definitely naked.

There was a knock on her front door, andshe made a soft shriek of surprise and dropped the vibrator. It buzzed againstthe quilt and she quickly turned it off before shoving it under the quilt andstaring wide-eyed at the open bedroom door.

Her heart hammering in her chest and feelingweirdly guilty, she climbed out of bed, grabbed her robe, and walked down the shorthallway toward the front door.

It was probably Mrs. Garnet from next door.She was always making fresh bread and bringing a loaf or two over. Or, maybeit was Kira or Grace. She’d finally gotten around to giving them keys to herbuilding and her apartment. Of course, they usually just knocked and letthemselves in so… she peered through the peephole and another startled soundescaped her mouth.

What was he doing here?

He knocked again and she opened the door,staring wide-eyed at him.

“Hello, Sunshine.”

“Um, hi,” she said.

There were a few seconds of silence beforePreacher raised an eyebrow at her. “Can I come in?”

“Right, yes, of course. Come in.”

He stepped inside and she shut and lockedthe door behind him. He was wearing his usual jeans and t-shirt with a leathervest over the shirt. He smelled like hot sun and warm leather and his own uniquesmell, and holy crap, if she hadn’t been wet before, she was definitely wet now.

“How did you get into my building?” shesaid.

“Someone was leaving. You busy?”

“Um, no, I was just, uh, knitting.”

“Right,” he said.

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