Page 144 of Plug and Claim

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“There’s so much I need to tell you.”

Kira laughed low.

“What?” He asked.

“It can wait,” she said, ripping his shirt and sending buttons flying.

“What are you doing, Kira?”

She pushed him towards the bed. “I want you.”

He let out a weak laugh. “Now? I’m not sure if I can.”

“You can and you will—after you feed from me.” She stripped her clothes off and pushed him onto the bed, landing on top of him with her hair cascading down to brush his face. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she said his own words back to him: “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you were capable.”

“I’m glad you have so much faith in me.”

“Quiet,” she said, unbuckling his belt and undoing the fastening of his pants.

Even in his weakened state, his body redirected what little blood he had to his cock, which was hard and ready for her, even if he didn’t have the energy to do anything with it.

Kira straddled him, lifting her hips and guiding his length so it pressed at her rear entrance.

“It might interest you to know that I’m still wearing the plug,” she said.

A lead weight dropped into his stomach, his voice strained as he replied, “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“All this time?”

She took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head. “Yes. Feel it and see.”

“I can’t. You’ve pinned my hands.”

She grinned. “That’s too bad.”

He chuckled, and with significant effort, was able to pull his wrist free of her grasp. He reached around, squeezing her ass before trailing his fingers until he felt the smooth surface of the plug sealing her asshole. His cock twitched. “My, my…Aren’t you sore from wearing it all evening?”

“Shh,” she said, lowering her weight onto him.

He groaned as her tight pussy encompassed him, forcing his cock to spread her apart as it began the slow deep slide into her.

Except it never got that far. She stopped herself, hovering above him so he was only an inch inside her.

That was the moment he realised she was still saving herself for Mark. He tried not to let himself dwell on that. And with Kira’s hot wet folds swallowing his cock head, it was easy to lose himself in the moment and just be thankful for just how lucky he was that she was here.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice trembling from more than just fatigue. “You feel so good.”

“It’s about to feel better,” she said with a sly smile. She reached behind, cringing as she pulled the plug out, and threw it across the room.

They both flinched at the sound of shattered glass.

“Was that the mirror?” she whispered.