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“Please. More. Simon, please.”

I add a third finger. The stretch makes her mouth fall open. I work them in slow, scissoring, getting her open, watching her take it. She’s tight even like this.

I pull my fingers out. She whines. I slick the dildo and press the head to her.

“Eyes on me.”

She looks down at me in a rush to get me to keep going.

I push the dildo in, each inch going easier than the last. Her pussy stretches around silicone that’s still barely half of what she’s about to take from me, and I watch her face the whole way.

“Full?” I give the dildo a twist inside her to slick it more.

“Not full enough.”

I chuckle. “ My greedy girl.”

I fuck her with it, angling up until her back arches off the bed and she grabs my forearm. The wet sound is filthy. I leave it buried and pick up the plug.

Her eyes go wide.

“Knees up. Hold them.”

She hesitates and I slam the dildo harder against her cervix. She jolts, a whimper falling from her lips as she tucks her knees back against her chest.

I can see everything. Pussy stuffed with the dildo. The tight little hole below it, untouched by me until now I lube the plug until it shines. Lube her too, one finger first, circling, pressing, waiting until she bears down and lets me in to the knuckle.

“Oh—Fuck.”

“Breathe.” I blow on her clit and watch the base of the dildo jump as she clenches around it.

I fuck her ass with my fingers until she’s loose enough, panting, the shy gone out of her face and replaced with something desperate.

I ease my fingers out and press the plug to her. The tip slips in. She grabs her own knees harder. I go slow. Tiny thrusts. More lube when she winces. The widest part makes her gasp, a real sound, toes curling by my shoulders, and then it pops past and the jewel seats flush against her.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Simon. That’s—”

“You okay?”

“Yes. Don’t take it out. I like it. I like it, just—fuck me. Please.”

I pull the dildo out in one long drag. She sobs at the empty feeling, then I’m stripping, jeans, boxers, and her eyes drop to the tattoo above my cock and stay there. I’m so hard it hurts. Thick enough that my own hand doesn’t close all the way. Long enough that when I stroke root to tip she swallows. The head is dripping with pre-cum. I smear it with my thumb and watch her watch me.

“Condom,” I say, out of habit, reaching for the nightstand.

“No.”

I stop. “No?”

“I’m on birth control.” She sits up on her elbows. “ I got the shot. You can cum in me.”

My brain blanks. “When did you do that?”

“Last week. When I told you I had professional development.” She’s breathing hard. “I lied. I had an appointment with my OB. I was going to get my parents to keep Theo tonight so I could surprise you.” She lifts her left hand and waves the ring at me. Nothing else on her. Naked. Plugged. Soaked. “You surprised me first.”

I have to squeeze the base of my cock so I don’t come on her stomach just from looking at that ring.

“You’re sure.”