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“Shit, really?” I shifted around, perching my ass back on the footstool directly in front of him with a big grin on my face.
Felt like I was about to unwrap a birthday present.
Rafe groaned in relief, head tipping back as his hands hovered over the pumpkin head. He nodded, letting out a slow breath. “Fuuuck. I can feel my dick again.”
“Poor kitten,” I murmured in sympathy, before my grin widened. “I’m ready for the reveal, handsome.”
“Jesus Christ, me too,” he muttered, lifting his head. “Can’t wait to see my dick and confirm that it’s still attached to me.”
But he kept his hands hovering over the pumpkin, nibbling his lower lip. He looked up at me anxiously. “I’m kind of scared to touch it. In case it… triggers it again.”
“Hmm.” I sat back, then smirked at him. “You could get on your hands and knees. See if it slides off.”
He flushed, letting out an awkward chuckle. It made me want to lean back in and kiss him again.
“How ’bout I do the honours?” I grinned, sitting forward and rubbing my hands together. “I’ll be gentle.”
Rafe blew out a hard breath. After a few seconds, he nodded. “Okay.” My belly fluttered when he shot me a small smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it, kitten.” Seriously, it was no hardship.
Carefully grasping the pumpkin, I gave him a second to prepare, then began slowly sliding it up his cock.
Rafe’s hips jerked up off the armchair as he gasped. “F-fuck.”
I immediately stopped moving. “What? Does it hurt?”
“Uh—” He blushed, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he gripped the armrests. “N-no, it’s just…”
After a pause, I smiled wide. “Ah. I see.”
“It’s just that my dick’s been hard for ages,” he rushed out, brows pinching. “It—I—”
I made a soft sound of sympathy in the back of my throat. “You need to come, don’t you, kitten?”
He loosed an unsteady breath and nodded. His hips twitched, jostling his cock in the sleeve, and a tiny whimper escaped him.
My own cock was stiffening up as I watched him hungrily. “Why don’t I keep going?”
His eyes shot to mine. He swallowed. “Y-you mean…”
To show him exactly what I meant, I slid the toy up to the tip of his cock, then slowly plunged it back down. Rafe gasped, hips jerking as he clung to the chair’s armrests.
“W-wait,” he panted. “You mean… w-with the pumpkin?”
“Fuck yeah, handsome.” My grin grew slightly feral as I looked down at it. “I want to watch you fuck a pumpkin head.”
“Oh god.” He groaned, trying to keep his hips still, but I could tell he wanted to start thrusting, and it made my cock jerk in my jeans.
Biting his lip, he gazed at me plaintively. He was tempted. “What if it tightens back up?”
“The helpful customer service lady said it shouldn’t happen again.”
“But what if it does?”
I shrugged, giving him a crooked grin. “What’s life without a little risk?”
“Do people usually say that when their dicks are involved?” he asked anxiously, back to staring at the pumpkin head.
