Chapter 56 #2
She grins mischievously. “Not always, sir. I wore something else today too, something you didn’t tell me to wear.”
As far as I can see, she’s wearing nothing right now but the underwear. Unless . . .
I slide my hand to the seam of her ass and feel the jeweled base of one of her plugs. “Wearing your plug makes you a very
good girl. Did you want me to fuck your ass today, or are you just experimenting?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck me there, Linc.”
My cock throbs with the need to be inside her. Quickly, I free it from the confines of my pants. “When we get home, okay?”
I tug her new panties aside, too impatient to take them off. “I want to fuck my pretty cunt first.”
I sink inside her in one smooth thrust, all the way to the hilt. Thanks to her plug, she’s fucking soaked already.
“Linc!” she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me deeper.
I drive inside her, trying to get as deep as I can, but it’s not enough. Never enough. With a grunt of frustration, I flip
her over until she’s on all fours. She squeals a half protest, but then she wiggles that delicious ass in my face. It looks
goddamn edible under any circumstance, but in her tiny panties and with the plug visible through the fabric, it takes all
my willpower not to bite into it like a juicy peach. I spank her instead. Once on each cheek.
I growl before pulling the panties down, leaving them midway up her thighs. Then I sink inside her and she feels so fucking
good my eyes roll back. “I can get so much deeper like this, baby.”
She whines her agreement.
I spank her ass again. “Do you like being bent over and fucked out here in the open?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Like teasing me with your plug when you know I have no lube out here?”
“I don’t need lube, sir.”
I grab onto her hips and drive in harder. “Yes, you do.”
She glances over her shoulder at me, her lips parted in an O and her breathing coming in desperate pants. I ease up a little.
“Don’t we have something from the picnic we could use? The salad dressing?” she asks.
I lean over her, resting my lips against her ear. “As much as I admire your creativity, it has lemon and vinegar in it. And
I’m not a sadist.” I slide my hand between her thighs and rub her swollen clit. Her pussy walls ripple around me until she
moans my name.
I brush my fingertips over the plug. “Wearing this made you all wet and needy, huh, baby?”
“Yes, sir.” Her lip trembles. My greedy girl still needs more. I want more. The sight of that plug filling her ass instead
of me has a feral kind of possessiveness burning in my veins. I close my eyes and recall the first time I fucked her tight
ass, how hard she came for me and how soft and tired she was afterward when she curled up in my arms.
I draw in a breath. As much as I’m sure she’d let me, I can’t fuck her with no lube. I’d hurt her and that would kill me.
I slide my cock almost all the way out of her, and it’s coated in her thick creamy cum. Would that be enough?
“Linc, please,” she whines at the loss of fullness.
I glance at the picnic basket. We do have a little butter left too. That and her cum would be enough.
She whimpers when I pull out of her, but it takes me two seconds to lean over and grab the basket. Then I’m back behind her, one hand on her hip while I rummage around for the butter with the other. “Hang on, baby. I think I have something for you.”
I find the small plastic tub containing what I’m looking for and flip the top off. There’s enough left for what I need. Gently,
I pull the plug out of her ass first, making her moan.
“You want my cock in you instead, angel?”
She nods, her cheek rubbing against the blanket. “Please, Linc.”
I scoop out the butter and smear it over my cock, and it melts quickly in my hand. Then I push two fingers inside her ass,
using the butter and the residue of the lube from her plug to prep her for me.
Her groan is sexy as fuck. “What is that?”
“Butter, angel.”
She purrs like a kitten. “Oh, it feels nice.”
Satisfied she’s prepped enough, I slide my cock inside her. It feels better than fucking nice and I will never ever look at
butter the same way again. “Because your ass is fucking perfect. You take my cock so well.”
She arches her back. I gather her hair into my fist, using it to pull her up until her back is pressed against my chest, and
then I rut into her like the animal she brings out in me while I play with her swollen clit. And my good girl takes it all
from me, whimpering and moaning while she rides my cock until we both come.
When we’re done, I put her dress back on and she curls up on my lap while I wrap her in my arms.
She yawns and buries her cheek against my chest. “I’m sorry I think I ruined my new panties, sir.”
I kiss the top of her head. We both smell of butter and sex and there’s a lake nearby we could clean up in, but I can’t be bothered to move. “I’d be happy to ruin every pair of panties you own doing that, baby.”
She giggles and I hug her tighter. The sound of a truck horn in the distance disturbs some birds in a tree nearby, but Imogen
doesn’t react. All of the residual tension left over from my earlier conversation with Pierre slips away. She shows absolutely
no sign that she wants to be anywhere but here in my arms. And I’m certain it’s the only place I want her to be—ever.