Page 128 of Charlie

He lowers me to my feet, his cock leaving me slowly, dragging over my clit. I whimper, rocking against his head as he pulls away. He angles the shower head and turns me around, pressing down on my back until I'm bent over, perpendicular to the floor.

"Hold on to the post," he commands, sliding his hands down my legs and pushing my feet wider.

"Fuck," he grinds out, sliding his hands over my ass, "you're so goddamn gorgeous." He kneels behind me, pressing his face against me and licking from my clit to my ass. I arch, pushing my ass up unashamedly as he eats me out. He doesn't stop until I'm rocking against his face and sobbing his name. Stepping away for a second, he comes back, one hand gripping my hip as he slides into me from behind.

"I wish you could see how your pussy stretches around me," he groans, pulling out and slamming back in. "Is that position comfortable?"

"It won't be for long," I say honestly, pushing back to meet his next thrust.

He pulls me back up and hands me a curved, triangle-shaped, silicone-covered object. "Figure this out while I go grab something else." I take it from him, turning it over in my hands. I step under the shower spray to warm back up and press the button on the back, heat pooling in my stomach as it vibrates against my palm. I hold it between my legs, loving how perfectly it fits against me. My head drops back as the vibe does its work, my hips rocking against it. Jack's chuckle races down my spine, and I jerk my hand away, heat flooding my cheeks. He reaches around me and turns off the shower, and I step to the side as he hooks a black contraption to a ring in the post near the shower head.

"I bought this for this weekend, but I think it might prove more useful tonight," he says as he straightens the straps.

"Is that a swing?" I ask, trying to figure out what straps go where. There's a wide, solid bar at the top, loops, and bands hanging off it.

"Your knees go here," he says, holding one loop steady as I tentatively put my knee in. He holds the second one, encouraging me to use him for balance as I fit my other knee into it. The bar above me keeps the loops in place, spreading me wide open. "Lean forward," Jack says roughly, fitting a wider band of material under my torso. I slowly put my weight against it, clutching the vibe with one hand and a strap with the other.

"Oh fuck," Jack breathes, stepping back slightly to look at me suspended in front of him. He steps between my legs and grips my hips, angling me up before bending down to drag his tongue over me. Tapping his cock against my clit, he takes a second to position himself before slamming into me, the swing giving him the leverage to go deep. My pussy clenches around him, and I cry out in frustration as he pulls all the way out.

"How do you want it?" he asks, sliding something cold against my asshole. "Do you want me filling you when I fuck your ass with this?" I flinch as he squirts lube onto my asshole, sliding it over me with his finger before easily pushing past the ring of muscle. "Fuck, you're ready, aren't you?" he groans, massaging and stretching me with his finger.

"Yes," I moan, pushing back against his hand. He goes deeper as he slides his cock into me again, bottoming out and holding me there as I clench around him.

"This is slightly bigger than me," he murmurs, sliding cold silicone against my skin, "It should prep you enough so that we don't have to be worried about being gentle Saturday."

Fuck.

"I want you to use the vibe to help you relax."

I turn on the vibe and reach between my legs, but instead of putting it on my clit I press it against Jack's balls, moving it over his perineum.

"Fucking hell, Charlotte," he hisses, his hips spasming. My giggle turns into a low groan as he spreads lube over me and presses the dildo against my back entrance. I move the vibe to my clit, forcing my body into submission as he slides the tip of the dildo into me, working it slowly back and forth. I want it so bad that I don't think I'd care if he pushed it all the way in right now. I just want to be filled and fucked until I don't know my name.

"Little bit more," Jack rasps, his cock flexing inside me as he works the dildo in another inch. I swivel my hips against him, pushing my ass up to take more, keeping the vibe steady on my clit.

"God, I wish that were my cock," he groans, keeping the dildo in place as he slams into me.

"It can be." I push up again, taking all of it in until only the base is left on the outside.

I whimper. So fucking full.

"Don't you dare come. Not yet," he groans, ramming his cock in deep, "Your pussy is mine tonight. Your ass will be mine on Saturday." He slows down, gently pulling the dildo out and pushing it back in as he slides his cock into my pussy.

"We still don't know if they'll both fit." My whisper becomes a moan as he swivels his hips against me, pushing his cock deeper.

"Don't move," he says, leaving the dildo in me as he pulls out his cock and walks back toward the bedroom. He returns with a box in his hands, a grin pulling at his lips. "I was going to give this to you later, but now seems like the perfect time." He holds his hand out for the vibe, exchanging it for the box. There is something really fucking hot about doing such a mundane task with a dildo shoved up my ass – completely decadent and sinful. I dig my fingernails into the top and pry it open, then turn it upside down over my hand, gasping as the most life-like dildo I have ever seen falls into my hand. A ribbon is tied around its velvety base, and tied in the ribbon is a ring. I look up at Jack to find him on one knee, a goofy grin on his face.

"Is this your cock?" I ask, looking between him and the dildo.

"Yes, It was supposed to be symbolic, but now all I really care about is using it on you. Marry me, Charlotte." He tugs at the ribbon, and the ring falls into my hand.

"You're proposing to me with a dildo in my ass?"

"I'm proposing to you before I fuck your brains out and make you forget about every man that's existed before me," he corrects, picking up the ring from my palm. "I'll spend every day for the rest of my life making you the happiest woman alive, Charlotte."

"You already do that without trying," I whisper, holding my hand out to him. He slips the ring on my finger, pushing it flush to Lach's. It's fashioned to look like two hands, the fingers forming the prongs, wrapped around a gorgeous salt and pepper diamond. "Yes," I say, holding his gaze, "Yes. I'll marry you, fuck you, anything you want, Jack. A thousand times, yes."

"Thank fuck." He takes the dildo from me, his lips crashing against mine before getting into position behind me. He slides the dildo over my clit, then along my vulva until it's nudging at my entrance. "I wish you could see how swollen you are, like a ripe, juicy peach just waiting to be eaten." He squats down and sucks my clit into his mouth as he pushes in the dildo. I buck against his lips, my world narrowing. "Not yet," he breathes against me, giving me one last lick before standing and pulling both dildos out, then pushing them back in at a snail's pace.

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