Spurred (Steele Ranch 1)

She glanced over her shoulder, saw the way my cock was tenting my sleep pants.

“I’ve been ready to fuck you ever since you climbed off my lap last night,” I admitted. “And now, knowing that pussy’s nice and full of our cum…mmm.” There was no word for that thought. I wasn’t shy, so I asked her, “Will you wear something for me?”

She frowned. “Besides your shirt?”

I laughed. “I fucking love seeing you in my shirt.” I held up the plug.

She frowned even more, came over to me, took it from my fingers. “It’s a…a—”

“Butt plug.”

“It has a jewel on it.”

“That’s right.”

“Why?” Her gaze flicked from the plug, to me, then back to the plug.

“So anytime you wear it, I can flip up your pretty dress and see it. Know that you’re filled and thinking of what else will soon fill you there.”

Her mouth fell open.

“Bend over the counter, baby.”

“What, now? Here?”

I nodded. “Here.”

“That’s not very hygienic.”

I laughed at that. “Put your hands on the counter, Kady, and stick out that gorgeous ass.” When she stalled, I added, “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a reward.”

The corner of her mouth tipped up, recognizing I was being bossy, but also playful. We’d only ever made her feel good. She’d come more times than Cord and I combined. Doubled. Based on what I heard from Cord’s room, she liked ass play. She just was too shy to admit it in the light of day, and in the kitchen.

“And if I’m not a good girl?” she asked, a red eyebrow winging up in question.

I couldn’t help but grin. “Then I’ll spank your ass a nice shade of pink, then slide that plug in. It’s going to look extra pretty when we show Cord.”

That got her moving. She turned and put her hands on the granite, leaned forward. Not quite enough, but I’d help her. Hooking one arm about her waist, I pulled back, lowering her upper body and forcing her legs to straighten so she was at a ninety-degree angle. Her ass was out, and with a flick of my hand, the tail of my shirt was up about her waist.

No panties.

Gorgeous pussy. I slid my finger over the glossy folds, slipped a finger gently into her. She’d fucked both of us the night before and if she was sore, I didn’t want to hurt her. I groaned.

“Just as I imagined, I feel all our cum. Nice and deep in there.” I slipped my finger out, slid it down the inside of one thigh, then over the other. “And dried here. We’ve marked you as ours, haven’t we, baby?”

She lowered herself to her forearms, nodded her head.

Grabbing the lube, I flipped up the top, dribbled some onto the narrowed tip of the plug. Placing it at her puckered star, I let her adjust to the hard, cold feel of it before I began working it in.

“Breathe, let it out. Just like you did for Cord last night. Good girl.”

Her back stiffened as it slipped into her, stretching her open before popping into place. The green jewel sparkled in the daylight and looked perfect.

“So pretty,” I said. “Now for your reward.”

I slipped my fingers, already slick with cum from her pussy, back into her. I could feel the firm shape of the plug through the thin wall of separation and she was even tighter than ever.

“Was this what it felt like with Cord fucking you? His dick’s much bigger than my fingers. He must have crammed you full.”