Page 75 of Bully

Coating the plug without the tail, I started inserting it into her ass as I circled her clit, teasing her with indirect pleasure and pressure until she was gasping and pushing back on the widest part until it was fully inside of her.

“Cock!” She gasped, leaning up to look over her shoulder again. “I want to come on your cock.”

It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t even a plea.

My pretty little Rainbow wanted to be filled with me, and I wasn’t going to deny her.

Yanking my belt and zipper free, I fisted my aching cock as she pushed me down into the chair and then sat in my lap, facing away from me. She reached between her spread thighs, still with her panties tangled around her knees, and lined me up with her wet pussy, sinking down onto me in one quick thrust. “Fuck, Rainbow.” I growled as she started rocking back and forth in my lap, the plug making her pussy impossibly tight as she rolled her hips.

“Clit, baby.” She brought my hand around the front of her body to her clit, and I wrapped both arms around her, holding her as she worked herself towards her orgasm. I played with her how she demanded, bit her neck and told her all the dirty ways I was going to fuck her ass all night long as she shattered into a million pieces, crying out my name as she came.

“That’s my good girl. You love what I can do to you, don’t you?”

“Mmh,” Her head flopped back against my shoulder, and she tentatively rolled her hips again and I flexed my cock inside of her still spasming pussy. “Bend me over and let me return the favor.”

I chuckled, biting her ear around her sparkling earring before lifting her up by the waist until she was on her feet in front of me. Her golden eyes found mine as she looked at me in confusion when I stood up and tucked my unsatisfied dick back into my pants. Her offer was enticing, it would probably take me less than thirty thrusts into her perfect tight pussy to blow my load, following her into ecstasy. “I have other plans for my orgasms tonight.”

Her eyes rounded slightly as I slid her panties back up into place and then pulled her skirt back down over her plump ass. “Is that so?”

“It is.” I stated plainly, kissing her lips before adjusting my tie and nodding to the door. “Tonight is going to be one of the best nights of your life.”

She smiled up at me with glassy eyes, “You sound pretty sure of yourself, buddy.”

“I have faith in our ability to find fun wherever we go.” I countered, “It will be a night we remember forever.”

Chapter 30 – Sloane

“WhereamI?”Icroaked, holding my head to keep it from exploding as I tried to slide off the bed.

Tamen groaned somewhere from his side of the bed, but it sounded weird, so I forced my eyes to crack open enough to look at him. Only, he wasn’t there. One foot was on the bed, but the rest of him was missing.

Slithering like a pathetic newborn reptile on ice, I made my way to his side of the bed and peeked over the edge. If it didn’t feel like my head was going to explode into a red mist, I probably would have laughed at what I found.

Tamen laid in a heap, naked as a jaybird tangled up in the sheet, using an empty bottle of champagne as a pillow.

“Good god, I’m still drunk.” I grunted, flopping back down onto the bed, daring to look at the windows to see if there was any sunlight coming through the cracks, but the curtains were shut so well I couldn’t tell. “What time is it?”

“What country am I in?” Tamen shot back in a cranky voice, “What day is it?”

“Fuck all if I know.” I laid there as shuffling came from the ground, a moment later, one very disheveled Tamen threw himself up onto the bed, landing next to me as he swallowed me up with his thick arms and the sheet, cocooning us both back into comfort. “What the hell happened?”

“You got me drunk.” He whined into my neck, but I could feel the ghost of a smile on his whiskered face. “I think. It gets kind of—blank after dinner.”

“Dinner—” I tried to think back to what we were doing last night and remembered the way he bent me over in the living room and ate me out before putting my plug in. “Oooh, dinner.” I giggled, getting flashbacks of the indecent things we did to each other at dinner.

He snorted and tightened his hands around my waist, pulling me in tighter to his body. Dragging my nails over the back of his hand, something snagged against the sheet, creating a foreign feeling on my skin, so I pulled the fabric aside and lifted my hand to investigate.

I stared at the foreign object for a heartbeat, and then two, by the fourth or fifth panic was building in my chest as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. “Tamen.” I croaked, and cleared my throat when he hummed in response, but didn’t pay any attention. “Tamen!”

“What?” He leaned over my shoulder to look at me as I held my hand out in front of his face.

“What the fuck is that!” I cried, desperately trying to remember what exactly happened after dinner last night.

“Oh, bloody hell.” Tamen groaned, taking my hand in his and holding it still where it had been shaking from fear. “I thought the Elvis man at the wedding chapel was just a dream.”

My lips parted in exasperation as I stared at him over my shoulder before glancing back at the offensive item on my hand.

Or rather, my finger.

---