Page 119 of The Fake Date Agreement

I slip my hand up under her skirt. The second my fingers glide along her soaked panties, I lose my mind.

“Have you been this wet all night?” I groan, pinning her to the wall.

She nods.

“For me?” I whisper, breathing hard as my cock hardens.

“For you,” she whispers back.

I can’t wait to get her home.

Not now.

Turning her, I press her cheek to the wall and whisper against her neck. “We have two options.”

I strum her clit, and she whimpers. “Yeah?”

“I pull this egg out, and I fuck you hard and fast against this wall.”

Her heart spikes. “Or?”

I lower my whisper, curious how far she will want to go.

“I leave the egg where it is, and I fuck your ass nice and slow while I keep my finger on the remote-control.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “What?”

I dip my fingers under the bands of her panties. She’s wet. I can’t believe she’s been walking by my side like this.

“Uh…” She moans.

My fingers find the cord for the egg, and I prepare to pull it out. It’s slick. Too slick. I shut my eyes as I envision her coating her fingers and the egg with lube and moaning as she slipped it inside her.

And I was standing on the other side of her bedroom door, inches away, as she did.

Fuck. What I wouldn’t have given to be on my knees in front of her, watching her.

“My ass,” she whispers.

I stop breathing.

I wasnotexpecting that.

My cock is throbbing, and I know for a fact this is not going to last half as long as I want or need it to.

I give the closed door another check to confirm we’re alone and kiss the back of her throat as I unzip myself, push her panties down her legs, and stuff them in my pocket. She sighs as I gather lube from between her thighs, coating the tip of my finger and slowly but carefully ease the tip between her ass cheeks.

She makes a choked sound, which turns into a whimper as I press the button, and the egg vibrates inside her.

With each inch I push inward, she pushes back on me, soft sounds of pleasure filling the room.

“More,” she whispers, leaning her head back on my shoulder with her eyes closed.

I give her two fingers, stretching her, preparing her for my cock.

I alternate each stretch with a press of the button, ordering myself to go slow and not slam into her like I need to.

She’s shaking against me, palms flat on the wall in front of her, whimpering and pushing back on me.

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