Page 32 of Shameless Play

Carefully, I open him until his body is ready, but I don’t know if his mind is.

“I have a toy,” I tell him. “It’s a prostate massager with a cock ring too. It vibrates, and I have a remote for it.” I keep stroking him, and I swear, if it’s even possible, he’s getting harder in my grasp. “I want to put it inside you and let you feel the pleasure you deserve while you fuck me too.”

“Goddammit.” He almost sounds mad. Like he doesn’t want to admit that’s exactly what he desires.

“Is that a yes?”

He threatens, “It’s a ‘woman, you-better-watch-out-because-I’m-going-to-fuck-you-so-hard, you-and-your-pussy-will-scream.”

I lube up the toy, grinning. “I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes.”

Coating the black bulbous tip that tapers down into a short shaft, the massager is designed to thrill that spot inside a man that will have him seeing stars, or so I’ve heard.

Jace loves to use them. He told me this kind was the best one. The front part curves, stretching like a thick rubber band with two rings. One for balls and the other for a cock.But first, I start with the vibrating part, the tip, as I tease Beau’s ass with it.

“I’ll go slow. Just relax and exhale,” I tell him, still stroking him while I gently urge into his hole. “That’s it. Let me inside.” His hulking legs start shaking as the wide tip breaches his entrance, his breath getting ragged, too. “Beau?” I worry. “Do you want this? Does this feel?—”

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he grunts. “Fucking, don’t stop. Fuck me. Come on. Put it in my ass.”

He sounds wild with lust, and I worry he’ll come any second, and half of me is okay with it. I want to give him pleasure, but I selfishly want some, too. I want him to last long enough to fuck me with this vibrating inside him, and when he growls it back, his thick shaft so firm in my grasp, I stop stroking him so he can control it.

Once the tip pushes through, the rest of the slick toy glides inside him, and he pants before grabbing deep breaths. “Shit, Blair,” he huffs. “Shit, that feels so weird and good.”

Before he can say no or change his mind, I grab the remote and urge, “Reach down and put the rings on, too. They say they’ll help you last.”

“Last?” he scoffs, reaching down to adjust the ring around his balls, then stretching the plastic like a rubber band as he slides the other ring down his swollen shaft. “I’m not going to ever want tostop,” he confesses, and I believe him.

And it scares me, too.

I don’t want this to end either, but it has to. All the things I could share with Beau. All the pleasure I could give him. All his fantasies. He knows he can trust me, and I know that’s rare for him. Wisely, he can’t trust many people, and I hate that I wish we had more time together.

But when he turns around to face me, I wish time would stop. His cock is gorgeous. It’s long and swollen, jutting out, hungry and proud. I bet his tip is dripping, too, but it mixes with the shower raining from above.

Damn, the look in his eyes, though, is feral, wild, angry, and aimed at me, as if he wants to kill me, but I trust him.

Without a word, he slams the shower heads off. Grabbing my hand, he drags me out of the shower, throwing towels on the floor with his free hand. It keeps us from slipping, our dripping bodies a whirl, as he whips me around and smacks my wet ass so hard it hurts. It stings, and I love it.

“Bend over, Blair,” he demands. “Hold on to the counter and gimme that pussy. Look in the mirror. Look me in the eye, and watch while I fuck you so hard, and you fuck my ass too.”

Oh my god, I’ve unleashed a monster, and please let there be more.

Bracing my hands on the countertop, I hold the remote in one while the dry towels under our feet steady us for what I’m sure will be the most brutal fuck of my life. Beau’s that big and strong, and we’re that desperate for it, fucking like it will be our last.

Which it will.

I cry out when his first thrust inside me is so vicious; it’s perfect. Toying with him, pleasuring him got me so wet, I want him like this. I want his hands, grabbing my shoulders while he starts pounding into my pussy with no regard for my delicate nature because I have none.

I want his feral fuck.

“Yes, Beau.” I stare into the mirror’s reflection; I stare into his eyes. “Yes, fuck me hard. Make me your littleslut again.”

Bending over, I’m able to see him watching us, too. The muscles across his arms, his shoulders, his chest, and abs, too, flex with a ferocity. He uses all his training to dominate my pussy, driving inside me, his force making me submit. My pussy stings. My walls are tender and stretching for him. I’m bruised from his other fucks, and I love it. I open to him. I want him again and again, and it ignites my clit.

“Look at your tits,” he taunts. “Look at how I make your sweet tits bounce to my fuck.” His hips slap hard against my ass. “Yes, my little kitten, look at you. Look at you being so good and taking this hard cock.”

He slaps my ass again, and I cry out.

“Youaremy sweet little slut, aren’t you?” He growls, “You love my fuck?”

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