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Her eyes roll back and her throat works as she drinks me down. She waits a long, drawn-out moment before she slowly and torturously takes one last suck, then pulls off. Her playful tongue gives my cock one last lick as I lay here in blissful disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Ang. That was the best blowjob of my life.”
“That’s high praise,” she smirks.
“Come here,” I growl and force her to fall next to me so I can kiss the living daylights out of her, my thoughts on what we should and should not do be damned.
“Let’s go inside,” Angie says, melting into my touch. “I’m not done with you yet.”
A little while later I’m laying naked as the day I was born, fresh from a quick shower and on Angie’s soft pink and white duvet. “When did you get that?” I ask in surprise, as my soft cock stiffens again watching her take out and step into a beautiful purple strap-on.
She tightens the jock-like harness snugly against her hips. “A little while ago. Cora sent it to me.”
That part has me raising an eyebrow. “Is there anything off limits between you two? Is there no room for mystery?”
“Why would we do that? That’s no fun. Besides, she swears by this,” Angie gestures at her hips and gives a test thrust, letting the lengthy dildo swish around. “And I’ve always been curious,” she says with a roguish grin.
Throwing my hands behind my head on the pillow, I settle back and admire the view of my best friend in nothing but a sheer pink bra and a fitted strap standing before me, excitement bursting from her face. “It won’t be my first time getting bent over and fucked, but it will be getting pegged.”
Crawling onto the bed, Angie straddles my lap and lets the strap rest on my stomach. “When was the last time you had something inside you?” she asks carefully.
“It’s been a while. Maybe six months.”
Her fingertips ghost over my abdomen and chest before she asks, “You never played with yourself since then?”
“I don’t know if you know this, Angie, but you’ve been occupying all my free time and siphoning every ounce of sexual energy I’m capable of. I haven’t felt the need to do that in a long time.”
“Is that something you miss? Being penetrated?” she asks with a softness in her eyes.
“Not until this very moment, watching you parade around here with this thing.”
“Yeah? You wanna take my cock, Raf?” she says in a sing-song tone.
My hands fly to her hips and my fingers slide between her skin and the thick black straps; all traces of my smile are gone. “Yes, I do.”
“You want this soft, pregnant woman to fuck your little hole like the slut you are?”
“Stop teasing me, Ma’am,” I say as defiantly as I’m willing to get. She leans over to grab the lube she’s already placed on the edge of the bed and I take the opportunity to caress her large ass as she brushes her belly against mine.
“Getting handsy I see,” she admonishes, but the smile she tries to hide betrays her dominance.
“You’re worth getting in trouble for,” I quip.
“If you keep doing as you please, you’re going to find yourself with a red backside and a cock in your ass.”
Throwing her off me, I quickly flip over, press my forearms into the bed and arch my back with my ass on full glorious display. “Oh no,” I whine, my butt swaying side to side. “I would hate that.”
Angie dissolves into a puddle of laughter forcing me to follow suit. “Stop,” she musters out. “I can’t be a good Domme if you make me laugh like this.”
“Are comedic brats a thing?” I chuckle.
“I’m not sure,” she says, trying to catch her breath. “I’ve never read about them.”
“Time to create some original content. Save it for your spank bank.”
She finally sits up to kneel behind me, smoothing her hands over my ass, and then dragging her nails against my skin. “Oh, I’ll be depositing spankings alright. What’s your safeword, Raf?”
“Kenny Rogers,” I answer, quirking an eyebrow. “Are you—fuck,” I hiss after her hand makes abrupt contact with my right cheek, and my smile packs its bags as the sting sinks in and the heat rises.
“Wow,” she says calmly. “That deposit was pretty easy. I think I’ll make some more,” and she smacks me again. Her slaps have me clenching my whole body in pain and anticipation. “This is by far the dumbest tattoo you have,” she says affectionately while taking a break to graze her fingers over the word butt inked on my right cheek. “I think the funniest part is that the font is comic sans.”
