Page 63 of The Promises We Break

“No, to either,” I reply quickly to avoid her having to ask. “You use a cock ring to make yourself harder, bigger.”

“Well… you don’tneedthat.”

Now it’s my turn to blush, then all the blood flow goes straight to my cock.

“I don’t need it, but do you want it?” I ask, taking a step toward her.

She steps back.

I take another step.

The flush in her cheeks tells me yes. But I know she’ll never ask for it.

“I mean, for research purposes. We might have to, you know, see if it works,” I add.

I have a hard time hiding my smile. I haven’t ever wanted to use a cock ring, and I have never had anything up my ass. I can’t say I’ve ever gone out of my way to try it or fantasized about it, but I’m not against it, either. Not for her.

“I mean, you’re right. We definitely need to find the best products for the club. I could make you an honorary member for your service.” The playfulness behind her eyes is fucking addicting, especially with lust swimming in them.

Okay, she likes to joke when nervous. Noted.

I reach behind my neck, pulling my shirt off, and I push down the waistband of my joggers, leaving me only in my boxers.

I couldn’t be happier that I showered at the stadium after the game and I don’t need to ruin the moment by stopping where we’re going. I can tell she’s nervous, but I want her to take the role she wants, which I know holds more dominance than she has the confidence for right now.

She wore a loose flowy baby pink dress today and she looks fucking gorgeous, but I need to see her. Maybe that’s my own need for comfort speaking.

I reach behind her and pull the zipper all the way down to her low back. It falls and pools at her feet, leaving her in just a black bra and black lace panties and those goddamn high heels. With her high, tight ponytail, it instantly gives her a dominating look without even trying.

How she goes from innocent to filthy in a matter of seconds, I have no idea.

“Lie back,” she whispers, biting her lip.

There’s my girl.

My cock swells instantly.

I sit down on the bed, pressing into it, and pull myself back to lie flat on the bed. My cock is surprisingly—and not surprisingly—hard. Very hard.

I don’t know if it’s because I know what’s going to take place and I’m more excited than I realize or because it’s just what Ember does to me.

She grabs lube from inside the box, ripping the plastic seal at the top before popping it open.

“You want the cock ring to stay in place, so don’t use too much lube on the ring, just enough to get it on and off.” She nods, that bottom lips still tucked in her teeth.

“But lube the hell out of the bottom part.” She giggles and lifts her eyes to mine. Fuck, the desire licking through them is burning through me.

“I may have watched a video or two on this. Well, not with this thing.” She waves the scorpion tail around in a circle. “The woman I watched used a dildo. I got through most of it before I had to make myself come.” Another shy smirk crosses her gorgeous face, and I’m realizing I like this more powerful and assertive Ember.

The thought of her masturbating to this. Let’s just say I don’t need the cock ring to help retain the blood flow to that area.

She grabs a small towel before placing her knees on the end of the bed, crawling next to me. The anxiety builds as she gets closer, but she places the toy down on the towel, then uses her fingernails to trace the tattoos over my arm and chest.

“Did you know, I love these?” she states, eyeing the ink over my body.

I didn’t know that, but now I will cover every fucking inch of myself in them if she loves them so much.

Her fingers trail down my upper leg and back up, over myhips and pelvic bone, just under my belly button, making rounds over and over again.

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