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Dirty Love (Dirty Girl Duet #2) Page 34
Author: Meghan March

Cav removes his hand, but before I can protest, he shakes out the contents of the bag. I’ve seen one before, but never up close and about to be used on me—a shiny silver butt plug. It looks like it’s metal, which is strange because I thought they were all silicone or rubber. And beside the butt plug in his hand is a single packet of what I assume is lube.

“I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy while I’ve got your ass full of this little plug.”

I want it. All of it.

Cav doesn’t ask for my approval; he can see it in my eyes.

“Pull the top of your dress down, I want your tits out while I take you. You’re going to watch me in the mirror, watch my face and see how much I love being inside you.”

I move my hands away from where they’ve been touching the mirror at his earlier command and pull down the front of my dress. My breasts spill free, landing on the cool granite. The sensation of cold against hot has my body thrumming in anticipation as Cav coats the plug with lube and drizzles the thick, sticky substance on my ass.

“You’re never going to want me to fuck you without your ass full after this. Your little pussy is already so tight, I’m barely going to fit, and you’re going to love it.”

“Hurry,” is all I can say as I slide my fingertips around my nipples, teasing myself.

“I’m calling the shots here.” He presses the end of the plug against my tight muscle. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir.”

I bite my lip at the burst of heat his command unleashes inside me. We’ve been headed down this BDSM road since the first time we were together, and if I needed any more confirmation, Cav’s request is it.

“Yes, sir,” I repeat.

“Now, press against the plug, I want to watch it slide in.”

I do as he says, the cold metal sending chills skittering across my skin as it slips in. Biting my lip to contain the moan, I embrace the stretch and the pleasure that comes with it. When the base of the plug is seated against my ass, I release the breath I was holding.

“Fucking perfect.” He pushes a hand between my thighs and groans. “You’re soaked, baby. So fucking wet. You dying for me yet?”

“Please.” I’m not ashamed to beg. I just want him.

Cav’s fingers disappear, but the sound of his belt and zipper keep me from moaning another plea. He fits the head of his cock against my entrance and meets my eyes in the mirror.

He starts to slide in, his gaze intense. “Inch by inch, baby girl. You’re taking all of it.”

I suck in a breath because he’s right. I’ve never felt so full as I do with the plug in my ass and Cav’s cock thrusting inside me.

“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re mine. Every single fucking piece of you is mine. I won’t take anything less, Greer. All of you. That’s what I want.”

He already has what he wants, but words are beyond me. All I can do is nod as he bottoms out and presses the plug further in.

“Oh my God,” I murmur, the words coming out on a harsh breath. “Oh my God.”

Heat burns in Cav’s gaze as he flexes his hips again, driving the sensation higher. One touch on my clit and an orgasm would be imminent.

When Cav pulls back and plunges inside, I can read the pleasure on his face too. We’re not going to last long.

And then he decides to prove me wrong.

Over and over, he powers into me, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. My orgasm hangs just out of reach until he wraps an arm around me and presses down on my clit.

“Brace yourself.”

Slapping my hands to the countertop, I never break eye contact as he pounds into me again and again, the pressure on my clit shattering my control. The orgasm bursts from me, along with a scream I can’t rein in. I don’t care if someone walks in and sees us, because the orgasm is rolling forward with the force of a freight train, the pleasure doubling and tripling with every moment.

“Oh my God.” I moan, tears rolling down my face at the intensity of the pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s almost too much, but Cav doesn’t stop or slow.

“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”

Two more thrusts and my scream matches his groan. I slump forward on the counter, my head hanging forward until my forehead touches granite, breaking eye contact for the first time since I looked in the mirror and met his gaze.

My legs tremble as my knees threaten to give out.

Cav stays still, his cock still pulsing out his release inside me. His left palm slides up my back and turns my head to the side.

“You okay?”

I try to nod, but I’m too boneless to move.

“I’ll clean you up. Give me a second.”

Cav can have all the seconds he wants because I’m going to need to be carried out of here. Preferably out a back entrance so I don’t have to see anyone who heard me scream when my orgasm stole my restraint.

The reality of what we’ve done hits me. “What if someone heard?”

“Then they’ll be jealous as hell. Don’t worry about it.”

Cav pulls out and cleans us both up, but he doesn’t remove the plug. When I point out his oversight, his lips quirk up on one side.

“Told you, that’s staying in. We’re not done yet.”

My eyes go wide—I can see them in the mirror—and Cav’s smile broadens.

“Just wait, baby. You think I made you scream this time? I’ve got plans for you.”

We walk out of the bathroom, and it’s clear that my hair has been arranged in the just been fucked school of hairstyling. I swear every single person in this house is looking at me and knows that I’ve still got a butt plug pushed up my ass.

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