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I didn’t even answer him. With one hand I reached for the plug, and with the other I reached for the cummy mess my pussy had made. I spread my hand around in my juices and smeared it on the plug then handed it back to him, grinning as I got onto all fours and looked back at him.

“You gonna put that in or what?”

He knelt there behind me, watching me for a moment. I could see the hesitation in his eyes at first followed by a curious expression as he pressed the cum-drenched plug into my ass. I hissed and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter as he sank it. The glass was cool, but not cold—temperature play was something I made a mental note to teach him next. When the plug was in place, I wanted him even more.

“Shit… now fuck me…” I panted, rocking slightly as I waited for him.

He didn’t wait to be told twice. His cock squeezed into my pussy, filling the void and putting that much more pressure on the plug in my ass. It was incredible, far better than just masturbating with the thing in me. His thrusts made the plug rock around and press on me. I touched myself.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Alan fucked me so hard, I knew I’d cum at least twice.

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ALAN

When I saw that anal plug in Ella’s bathroom the night I had dinner with her parents, I hadn’t in a million years dreamed that she’d bring one out during sex with me. But there I was staring down at it, the sparkling gem on the end reflecting light as I fucked her. I gripped her ass hard, feeling her body clench around me as she came. The strong muscles of her pussy squeezed my cock, making the plug press against it.

I’d regained a bit of my stamina over the past few weeks, but this added pleasure was so intense I thought I’d blow any second, so I slowed my thrusts, wanting to enjoy her longer. She whimpered.

“No, go faster.” The tips of her fingernails touched my balls as she furiously massaged her clit. It was clear she wanted another orgasm and kept stimulating herself.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes. Watching that plug jostle with my thrusts was pushing too many buttons.

Not wanting her to be disappointed, I went faster, gripping her hip bones for leverage, and I felt her go again. The way her pussy constricted my cock pressed the plug hard against me and I lost it. I couldn’t hold back. My spasms met hers, though she was much louder than me, her screams swallowing up my grunts of pleasure. The hot mess we made pushed out of her around my dick, and ran down the backs of her legs, and the front of mine.

“Shit…” Ella panted. She dropped her head and shoulders to the ground, but I held her hips up, still sliding in and out of her. The way that damn plug pressed on me was too good to pull out yet. “God that was amazing.”

Ella tried to crawl forward, but I couldn't get enough. I kept her there, pushing into her slowly, enjoying the sensation as my cock started to soften. And when I pulled out and the dam broke, the rest of the mess ran down her leg. She turned and flopped to the bed, ignoring the mess and patting the mattress beside her.

I avoided the puddle and lay down beside her, facing her. We tangled our legs together and she grabbed a pillow for her head, while I propped myself up on one elbow and studied her. Her face glowed. Even with the light layer of perspiration on her forehead, ringlets of red hair clinging to her face, she was gorgeous. And her smile captivated me.

“You are beautiful.” I reached out and pushed a hair out of her face.

“Yeah?” She grinned at me and took my hand, holding it. “I think you’re extremely handsome. You rank right up there with Jackman or Connery.”

I chuckled at the comparison. Those actors were older than me but were still considered sex icons. “So, you think I’m old?” Isaid it as a joke, but her face changed instantly. She rose up and propped herself on an elbow and held my hand to her chest.

“No, Alan. Age doesn’t matter a bit to me.” Her face contorted and she looked down then back up at me. “That’s a lie. It matters a lot. But not in the way you think. I already told you I am not about to date aboy. I want a real man, and you are the man I want. I am falling in love with you.”

She kissed my hand and laced our fingers together. I held my tongue, uncertain what to say. Everything she said or did made me feel more and more guilty. I wasn’t developing feelings for her. I didn’t know how I even thought of her. Every time I tried to think of her, the promise I made to her father came back to haunt me.

“I mean, so Dad will freak out when he finds out we’re together. Whatever. I’ll be with you then and he will be forced to accept it, right? We can work together, build the company… It will be amazing.” She rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling with a smile on her face. She clutched my hand to her chest. I could feel her heartbeat.

I wanted to stop her, to tell her none of that was possible, but I didn’t have the heart to. I felt like a total ass for leading her on, because I knew I could never be with her. I had made a promise to her father. And shame heaped up on me as I lay there realizing she actuallywasfalling in love with me.

I sat up, forcing a smile on my face.

“Where are you going?” She let go of my hand as I stood, still avoiding the mess.

“Gotta get a few errands done today. Won’t have time this week.” It was a total lie. I had no errands to do, and this week wouldbe a light week at work. I’d have more than enough time. I just couldn’t lay there a second longer without telling her I could only have sex with her. And I refused to be that man to her. That guy who broke her heart at least had enough class to tell her like it was.

“Oh, alright.” She sighed and sat up. I tried not to look at her, but the frown on her face made it impossible. I leaned down and picked up my pants, shoving one foot at a time into them. “Guess we can’t have lunch together then.”

“Not today. I’m sorry.” I pulled my shirt on over my head and bent to kiss her forehead. It had become a force of habit, though I wasn’t sure why I’d started it. After I’d done it, I realized it was likely moments like that which had her catching feelings. “This week at work, okay?” I headed for the door. “We can do dinner tonight. I’ll make sure Trev is on his best behavior.”

I didn’t even look back again. I felt awful leaving her like that, but the guilt was killing me. And it only got worse when I walked into the house and Trevor sat at the bar, studying me like I was in an interrogation room.

“What were you doing out there?” His eyes flicked toward the backyard, then locked on mine.

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