Page 94 of Secondhand Soul

I think I know, but I don’t see any new toys, just the purple bottle. And we already have sex in the shower, so it’s not like we need this stuff unless—

Oh.

“You think this is gonna fit in your tight little ass? My finger can barely squeeze inside,” I remind her.

“I think I like how that feels, so I want more. Maybe only a little bit will fit—but you’ll still be inside of me, and I think you’ll like knowing you’ve owned every hole.” Victoria’s smug smile means she knows that she’s right—and that she knows me too well.

God, I love her.

She easily unfolds from her perch over my mouth, stopping to share a long, searing kiss where her tongue dances over my sharp teeth without getting hurt, and she licks her delicious nectar off my tongue, sucks it off my lips, and looks at me while she runs her tongue over her perfect smile. Making sure I know how much she likes tasting herself on me.

“Such a good bad girl,” I praise, pulling her in front of me, her back to my chest, my hands roaming. Eventually, she stretches like a cat, arched spine hollowing out, ass up, head down.

Her little pucker invites me—a tighter, more forbidden place to visit.

I want all the forbidden things.

“Can you come from this?” I ask, because I want it, but I don’t want to be selfish.

“Mmhmm. But I never have with another person, only with toys. I like the fullness. I like the pressure.” Victoria pillows her head on her folded arms, voice dark and sleepy. “I was never relaxed until I met you. Made love with you. If you don’t want to—”

In answer, I squirt a generous amount of this special gel between her cheeks, and massage it in, gasping when my finger slips inside of her with no resistance.

My cock is impatient. I slip into her pussy while my finger explores, pressing down, making her fuller, giving her the sensations she wants. “Rub your cliit for me, honey. I want it to feel so good,” I breathe out, worried that it won’t, that this is something I’m supposed to avoid, even if she gives me the go-ahead.

Victoria moans and sways, walls squeezing me, strangling my cock already. “Two fingers,” she moans, voice blissful. “I want that good stretch.”

“That good stretch,” I repeat, committing the phrase to memory as my forefinger and middle finger team up and slide in fairly easily.

Victoria lets out a deep, ragged groan that almost makes me erupt.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, lost in the sight of my fingers invading, the feel of her tightening and loosening with my thrusts, my cock getting all the benefits of her pussy’s workout.

“Just keep fucking me with your fingers, just like that,” Vic tells me, one hand busy at her pussy, occasionally rubbing my cock where it is joined with her. “I’ll tell you when to switch. You have to build up speed, just like you’re doing. You’re so good at this.”

“It’s because I love you. Love every inch of you. Love how tight you feel. How you groan when I press down. You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“Very sure. It’s not supposed to hurt. If it hurts, you’re doing it wrong, and ohhhh. Oh, fuck, Laz, you are doing it so right. This is how I want it. How no one else has ever been able to give it to me.”

“You wouldn’t let them,” I counter.

“Couldn’t. They weren’t mine. You’re mine. I’m yours. All of you feels so good with all of me.”

This is a different kind of ease and contentment, wrapped in heat and the forbidden. Listening to her noises, feeling the way she slips and slides with me, feeling the way she pushes into me, hungry for more.

“Mmm, now. Now!” Victoria’s fingers slip into her pussy as soon as my cock exits. Like some chain reaction, my cock heads to her ass and sinks in, the tip first and then a little more, earning one of those deep, shuddering moans from her.

I want to push and drive, to rut, but I don’t. I let her drive, and I’m just along for the ride. But, oh, this ride is glorious. Tight, wet, and primal, with her hips moving and her fingers rubbing me from inside, a thin wall of hot flesh between us, and that’s all. I’m not sure my brain is still attached to my body at this point. I’m floating away, just holding her hips and watching my cock disappear inside of her, feeling the tightest squeezes that send sparks up my spine.

When she comes, it’s low and slow, a simmer that boils over quietly.

“Oh... Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes!” Victoria’s chanted noises rise and fall, and she lets out a long hiss of air, with me still inside of her, awed that I shared this with her—and I pop like shaken champagne, filling her with a low moan of my own.

“How the hell do we top that?” I ask, pulling gently back, startled by how my cum gushes out of her, by how erotic the sight of her gaping little hole above her dripping pussy threatens to turn me from exhausted lover to sex-crazed pussy addict in seconds.

“We don’t have to top that; we just have to be together. It’s only good because it’s us. Also, I can’t move, and I don’t want to do dinner and a movie. I want pizza and patrolling. Later. Much later. When I can feel my legs.”

I laugh and help her up. “I think that’s a plan.”