He slaps my ass. “What do you want?”
“I want—please put the plug into my ass.” My voice is small, but I get the words out.
“Of course.” He puts the plug at the entrance of my ass. “I’d be delighted to plug you, little human.” This time, because my body is prepared, the plug goes right in.
“It will hurt for a bit, then it will feel good again,” he warns me.
“Ouch!” The rim of my anus burns as the thicker part of the plug breeches my body. I’m about to ask him to remove it, when the rest of it slides in, leaving me feeling full.
The pain fades. Khrys grasps the plug and begins to work it gently in my body—pulling it part way out, pushing it in. Twisting it.
Each sensation sets my nerve endings on fire in a way I’ve never known, and I know I need to come soon.
“Kyrs, please,” I gasp.
He pushes the plug all the way back in and spanks me once right on top of it. I almost explode right there.
“Oh, stars,” I mutter.
“Veck, Kailani, I can’t wait any longer.” He gets behind me, and his cock pushes at my pussy. “Are you ready for a good vecking?”
“Stars, please, yes.”
Like always, his huge cock seems like it will barely fit, even when I’m wet, and then when he’s inside me, I never want it to end.
He grabs my hips and pumps me, softly and then harder.
“Does it feel even better with that plug in your ass?” He pulls his cock out and drives it back into me, so hard I brace with both elbows and forearms on the bed.
“Yes,” I whisper. The scent of my arousal and his fill the air—an intoxicating scent that only turns me on more. “Yes.”
Then there’s no need for words as the rhythm takes over. We move together as one until the pleasure explodes over me, and I cry out my joy as he comes, too.
The feeling of his release spurs me on to even greater heights of pleasure, and I come again and again, my whole body suffused with miraculous sensations.
After a moment, he rolls over and flops down beside me, panting. I’m bathed in sweat and delirious with happiness, and I have just enough energy to fall onto my side and push into him. One hand on his thigh, one cupping his buttock, I lie there just existing and enjoying this moment with him.
Khrys.
My mate.
Time floats by, and the sun beams come through the window, lighting on our bodies, making everything glow, at least when I bother to open my eyes for a second here and there just to look at him.
But then—
Eeeeek.
A strange sound comes from a cabinet across the room.
Eeeeerp.
“Khrys?” I rouse myself from my delirious haze. “Is there something—what’s that sound?” I prop up onto one elbow. “It’s coming from over there.”
“Huh?” He blinks.
I smile—he’s as drunk on this feeling as I am.
“There’s a sound. I just don’t know—is everything okay?”