I laugh, because I probably will cry—it doesn’t take much these days and he’s done it before. And it sounds wonderful to me. Perfect, actually.
I let him towel me off and hold my hand while I step out of the shower. He treats me like I’m the most precious object on Earth, and some days I hardly believe it’s real. He leads me to the bedroom. “Bend over for your spanking.”
I whimper in advance, because it takes almost nothing these days to make me yelp. I rest on my forearms on the mattress to make room for my belly, and present my backside.
He strokes my ass instead, his large palm traveling in circles around my cheeks. “You don’t want a spanking tonight, do you, angel?”
I shake my head.
He drags a finger down my crack, over my anus. “I’ll have to punish you a different way, then.” He moves away from me to open the dresser drawer where he keeps our sex toys. When he comes back, he drops a vibrator, buttplug and lube beside me on the bed. I let out a wanton moan just from thinking about him using them on me.
He gives my ass a gentle slap, then rubs between my legs. Even though I just orgasmed in the shower, I’m ready for more—it seems to be my perpetual state. Junior pries my cheeks apart and drops a dollop of lube over my back hole. When he brings the tip of the buttplug against the tight ring of muscles, I moan in pleasure.
Gone is my fear of back door sex. Junior initiated me into an entire world of butt stuff, and I’m a total convert now. He teases me with the plug, pushing it in a couple centimeters, then drawing it back out. My pussy quivers with anticipation, with pleasure.
“Junior,” I moan.
“Start begging, baby. Lemme hear it.”
I wriggle my hand under my hips, needing pussy stimulation. Junior slaps my ass. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“Please, Junior. I’m dying. I really need it.”
He doesn’t make me suffer. I hear the vibrator whir to life and then he slides it between my legs. “Fuck yourself with this, doll. And make it good. I want that pussy dripping wet for me.”
I grab the vibrator and work it between my legs, my own hum of satisfaction matching its purr. Junior stretches my ass wide with the plug, pumps it in and out a dozen times before he finally lets it fully seat.
Just when I’m about to crest the peak again, he snatches the vibrator away from me. I cry out in protest, but then he slides into me and my body celebrates.
Hell, yes.
This is exactly what I need. I shudder with pleasure, crazy sounds coming out of my throat. I’m doubly full—the butt plug stretching my back hole as Junior fills and empties my pussy. It’s all so glorious, so overwhelming. I beg and plead—for what, I don’t know. Mercy. Climax. Who knows. I can’t even understand my own words. I’m a babbling mess, delirious with pleasure, even though he’s barely getting started.
“Junior, Junior, oh please. It feels so good. I need you. Oh please. More. More. Oh please give it to me. Please give it to me now.”
It’s embarrassing the things that come out of my mouth. Fortunately, Junior thinks it’s hot. He grips my hips and pounds into me. Every time his loins hit my butt, he pushes the plug in deeper. It’s way too much and not enough. I can’t take him deep enough, get enough of him. Sensations roll over me in waves of pleasure, heightened need.
Junior’s breath grows ragged. He curses in Italian—or maybe he’s praising me, I can’t tell the difference, and then he shoves in deep.
I come the moment he does, my channel squeezing around his cock, milking it for his seed.
I float off, body flushed and boneless.
“I got you a present,” Junior says from somewhere out in the atmosphere. He scoops under my legs and lifts my lower half to the bed, tucked on my side.
“Mm,” is all I can say.
He works the butt plug out of me and returns with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me up. I make a low purring sound.
“I got you a diamond.” He holds out a tiny jewelry box. “I hope it’s not too soon.”
If I weren’t pregnant, all of this would be too soon. But the moment I decided to give Junior another chance, I was all in. We were both all in.
I moved in here with him, he made it his job to make me happy.
I push myself up to sit and try to grab the box, but he holds it out of reach. “Tell me first if it’s too soon. I can put this way and try again later.”
I snort. “Seriously? You’re afraid I’m going to shoot you down? After you just gave me the best orgasm of my life?”