Page 191 of Entangled

Eden leans against me, panting, her face in my neck. My breathing is just as wrecked. Every part of my body is demanding to be inside her.

Now.

I grasp her chin and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her roughly. Her soft, curious hands slip over my chest, and I eat her stunned moan. I want her to taste herself.

She should know how fucking good she tastes.

Gripping her around the waist, I lower her backwards, and she makes that same squeal again.

I pull back long enough to stare at her flushed, greedy face. “Are you okay?”

“Toy,” she pants out.

I rest my forehead against hers and swallow hard. “Are you wearing a plug?”

Eden nods against me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

Something feral takes hold. “I need to see it.”

She squeaks as I flip her over. I rapidly arrange her to where I want her—to where Ineedher—and soon she’s bent over in front of me, her face buried in wildflowers. Her legs are split, kneeling on either side of mine, and her ass is in my lap like a present, my erection digging into her abdomen.

And like a present, I get to unwrap her.

Shaking with excitement, I lift her filmy skirts over her head, exposing her ass.

Her ass that is decorated in thick black writing.

Prepared this for you, buddy.

Startled, my laugh fires out of me like a shot.

“What does it say?” she asks anxiously.

“Wait, you don’tknow?” I look at it again—and bend over her ass, laughing so hard tears come to my eyes. Beau gets me the best presents.

Huffing, she moves to get up, but I coax her back down.

And finally see past the writing.

Spread as she is over my lap, her pale cheeks are parted, and the silver base of the plug winks at me where it’s buried inside of her. She’s applied plenty of lube, and her whole cleft glistens with it.

It’s a wide one too, big and thick. I give it a soft, experimental tug and watch the tight, creased skin stretch and strain. As it moves, Eden arches her back with a gasp, and I feel something roll around inside the plug. It has weighted balls.

My hands shake on the toy.

“Beau made you put it in?” I ask, twisting it a little.

Her thighs clamp around me at the same time her hole sucks slickly at the toy, and she lets out another hoarse sob. Pressure builds in the base of my spine, rampant lust tearing through me. Her tender body quivers at the invasion, and everything in me is demanding I invade her more.

“Y-yes. He said... he wanted me to wear it while I spoke to you and Jayk. To get a r-reaction. What does it say?” She squirms on my lap, and I pump the toy inside her until she pushes back against my hand like she can’t get enough. Like sheneedsto be fucked.

“It’s a private message,” I tell her, mimicking her prim tone—but the effect is ruined by how my voice shakes. “I’m sure it’s none of your business.”

Pressing down against her back, I thrust my cock up into her—it’s imperfect, the sensation blunted by too many clothes and the angle almost painful, but I need some friction. I need more. The sight of the plug disappearing in her is straight up depraved.

Beau wanted a reaction.

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