Page 41 of Flog Me, Sir

I held out the glistening plug. “Fuck yourself with it.”

She worked her mouth, her focus slipping to the toy. “Wh-what?”

I bobbled the silver metal plug back and forth. “Fuck. Yourself.”

Her gulp had me biting back a grin, but she reached for the toy. “How?” she whispered, her attention returning to my face.

“Reach behind that gorgeous ass of yours and push it into your tight, little hole.”

She gulped again, but listened, her body twisting a little to reach behind herself.

“Prop your leg up—let me watch.”

Such a good little sub, obeying without hesitation, sliding her top leg’s foot up to rest on her other thigh—but the butt plug hadn’t yet been shoved where I’d requested..

Her clit distended, and wetness smeared the inside of her thighs, flooding my mouth with drool.

“I-I don’t know...”

“Color?” I asked, my tone demanding.

“Green, but I-I’m unsure of how—”

I climbed onto the bed, my face inches from her pussy, and grasped the wrist of her hand holding the plug. “Like this,” I murmured, rubbing the plug’s tip around her hole and pressing lightly. “Does that feel good?”

Lissa hummed her agreement.

“Relax your ass and push it in a bit more,” I told her, moving my face closer to her pussy.

“Oh God.” She gasped as we pushed together, sliding the plug into place.

I licked up through her slit, and she gasped again. Releasing my hold on her wrist, I flicked her clit with tip of my tongue. “Fuck yourself, Lissa,” I said, grasping her thighs.

On my side, my face buried in her pussy, I found fucking heaven. My dick leaked, jealous of the damn toy she fucked herself with, but I focused on eating her out, lapping the wetness seeping from her pussy, nibbling on her swollen clit, drinking in her whimpers.

“How does it feel?” I asked, lightly pressing a single finger into her soppy core.

A deep groan rose from her chest as I slid my finger deep inside her. “Good. So damn good.”

“My dick will feel so much better.” I turned my hand and searched with my fingertip, finding her g-spot. Latched onto her clit, I hummed, firm yet gentle strokes against her inner walls.

“Fuck!” She gasped and shoved forward against my mouth, wetness gushing around my finger.

Growling, I lapped—sucked—nibbled and licked, crooning what a good girl she was, coming all over my hand and face until she grew lax.

Her hand fell away from the plug still shoved up her ass, and she panted, her thigh drooping to rest against my head.

One last long lick, and I pulled away, wiping my face on the sheets.

Lissa sprawled on the bed, boneless, eyes shut and smiling.

I rolled her onto her back, and she went willingly, cracking an eyelid open. Spreading her thighs wide, I eyed the toy and the tip of my leaking dick inches away. Grasping the plug’s end, I gave it a gentle tug, pulling it free, wishing it had been my dick backing out with a gush of white spunk dripping in its wake.

Palming myself, I glanced up to find Lissa watching me intently as I tossed the plug onto my towel beside the bed. “I want your ass,” I told her, smearing pre-cum down over my length.

“O-okay,” she whispered.

“Goddamn.” I worked my length a few times, my balls brewing at the thought of burying inside her.

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