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I felt him ease the plug from my ass and then something cool dribbled in the crack of my ass. He’d brought lube? I wasn’t sure if I was turned on that he was so prepared, or a little jealous that he drove around with lube in his car so he could have a quickie whenever the mood struck.

His cock probed my tight hole, and I sucked in a breath as the head pushed through. The toy had prepared me some, but he was so damn big in comparison. It burned, but it didn’t exactly hurt. Ty took his time, working his length into me until he was finally balls deep.

“So full,” I murmured.

And then he began to move. Fuck me! I’d never felt anything like it before, and I hoped like hell he’d want to do this again sometime. Every nerve in my body tingled and snapped to awareness as he started out with a slow, steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before I was pushing back against him, wanting more.

“Don’t baby me,” I said. “I know you want to fuck me.”

He growled. “You want me to take you like an animal? You want to unleash the beast inside?”

“I want you, Ty. All of you. If that means you fuck me like an animal, then do it.”

His grip on my hips tightened as he stroked deeper, harder. As he pounded my ass, my clit tingled and throbbed. I reached for it, wanting to come this time. I was so wet and slick that my fingers slid easily against the bud, moving faster and harder until I was crying out my release. I felt my ass tighten on his cock and it seemed to be all Ty needed to push him over the edge. He came with a roar, pumping into me until every last drop was drained from his dick. I had no doubt I was going to be one hot mess by the time we got home.

I squeaked in surprise when he put the butt plug back in.

“You’ll wear that until we get home. Your clothes remain off until we pull into the driveway. Understand?”

I nodded as he helped me into the car. He tenderly buckled me in, kissing the top of my head, before he went around and slid behind the wheel of the car. I had no idea what to expect next from Ty, but whatever it was, I was going to look forward to every moment of it. The man was insatiable, and if all of his punishments were as mind blowing as this one, I might have to be bad more often.

Chapter Five

Ty

I played with Josie’s pussy the entire way home, bringing her to the brink at least twice more, yet not giving her the satisfaction of coming. When we pulled into the driveway, I let her get dressed. Not that she was going to stay dressed for long, but the neighbors might complain if she walked naked from the car to the front door. Might be time to find a house with a garage. Then it wouldn’t have mattered if she had on clothes when we got home.

I turned off the alarm as we stepped inside and before the door had shut all the way, I was divesting her of her clothes. She was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous, and I planned to keep her naked as much as possible. My cum was leaking out of her ass around the plug and dripping down her thighs from her pussy. It made me want to beat my chest like a caveman, having marked my woman. She didn’t seem to realize that was what she was, though. Not if her comments at the restaurant were truly how she felt. Josie hadn’t realized it yet, but she’d pulled my man whore card. Now I was a dedicated man whore to just one woman, and I intended to fuck her every chance I got.

“I’m going to run you a bath and let you soak. You’re going to be sore.”

“Are you going to join me?”

I smiled. “If I join you, you’ll be even sorer. No… this bath is just for you. When you’re done, we can discuss what you’d like to do for the rest of the day. I need to run to the store for some supplies at some point, but you can stay here and rest while I do that.”

I went to the bathroom and started the water. When I hadn’t been able to get Josie out of my head, I’d purchased a few feminine bath products in case she ever came over again. I added some bubbles to the water and set out the shower gel and shampoo I’d picked up for her. The doc had said to make sure the water wasn’t too hot, but fuck if I knew what too hot was. I liked my showers so hot my skin almost melted off, but I decided somewhere between reasonably hot and lukewarm was a safe bet.

When the tub was full, I shut off the water and went to collect Josie. She was still standing by the couch and hadn’t moved.

“Everything okay?” I asked, worried that maybe I’d hurt her.

“I’m kind of messy. I didn’t want to ruin the furniture.”

I smiled. “It’s leather, wildcat. I’m pretty sure we can wash it off. Come on. Your bath is ready.”

I took her by the hand and led her to the master bath. Before she got in, I eased the plug from her ass and playfully bit her right ass cheek. She squealed and jumped a little. I gave her ass a light smack before helping her over the edge of the tub. As she sank neck-deep into the water, I knelt beside the tub.

“I’ll be in the bedroom watching TV. Call me if you need anything.”

“Ty, you don’t have to hover. I’m pregnant, not fragile.”

“Humor me.” I kissed her softly before leaving her to her bath.

While Josie soaked in the tub, I brainstormed an idea for a proposal. After her comments at the restaurant, I knew I needed to make things more official between us. Women liked romantic gestures, or so I’d been told, but fuck if I knew exactly what that was. So far, our relationship consisted of me fucking her every chance I got. I looked out the bedroom window and the roses blooming in the backyard gave me an idea.

I crept through the house so Josie wouldn’t question what I was up to, and went out back to gather a few blooms off the bushes that had come with the house. How the hell I hadn’t killed them yet baffled me, but they seemed hardy enough. I grabbed a red, a pink, and a white before going back inside. When I got to the bedroom, I changed the sheets to the black ones I seldom used. I’d never fucked a woman on the black sheets, and at that moment I vowed to get rid of every article of bedding I had that had any miles on it.

Josie hummed softly in the bathroom as I broke the roses apart and sprinkled the petals across the sheets. I had a few candles that I kept mostly for power outages, but I lit them around the room and cut as much of the sunlight as I could. This was romantic, right? Music would have made things better, but I’d managed to break my iPod’s docking station the week before and hadn’t replaced it yet.

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