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The rhythmic grinding of my hips against his palm, as I desperately chase the simmering heat that’s blooming within me, is abruptly shattered. A harsh groan escapes my lips, a sharp exhale of frustration, as Lawson pulls out his fingers, leaving a hollow emptiness where warmth and fullness had just been.

“What the hell?” I groan, my eyelids snapping open to fix a burning glare on his reflection in the glass.

His pupils are blown wide, making his eyes appear black with a silver ring around them, and I’m captivated by how stunning his hungry gaze is. He’s panting just as badly as I am, which only confuses me more.

“We don’t have time. We need to get to the club,” he explains, and I let out a frustrated huff.

“Then why the f—hell did you start something you can’t finish?” I snap.

Lawson lets out a chuckle as he grinds his hard length against my arse. “Careful, sweetheart, you almost swore then. And I stopped because I never intended to let you finish; I just wanted to get you wet enough.”

I glare at him as I ask, “Wet enough for what?”

He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a light-pink object shaped like an egg, with a piece of string hanging from one end. I eye it curiously as Lawson holds it in front of me.

“What is it?” I ask, though, given the material it’s made of, I’m sure I can guess. I’m actually a little embarrassed I have to ask, but that’s one of the joys of being sexually repressed, I guess.

“This is a love egg,” he says, though that doesn’t offer much of an explanation.

“I think I can guess where it goes,” I mutter, which only makes Lawson smirk more.

“You’re going to wear this all night,” he tells me, my eyes stretching in disbelief.

“I-I can’t… How the hell am I…going to be able…to walk?” I stutter, struggling to find the correct words.

“You’ll be able to walk; you’ll just feel a little…full.” I stare at him, and despite not knowing Lawson well, I have a sneaking suspicion he’s not telling me everything.

“What are you leaving out?” I ask, my gaze fixed on him, searching his face for any hint of dishonesty.

Instead, he lowers my thong as he nudges my feet wider apart. “Bend over and place your hands on either side of the mirror.” His tone is firm and leaves no room for argument.

Once I’m in position, with my arse elevated, the cool air caresses my exposed pussy. Lawson’s fingernails trail down my arse-cheeks, a shiver of anticipation coursing through me as goosebumps prickle across my skin.

As he slides a finger through my slit, he keeps his eyes locked on mine in the mirror. My heart races when he places the pink egg against his lips, and I don’t even blink as he drags his tongue over the soft toy before sucking it into his mouth.

Fuck, if that’s not one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I thank God I don’t have to talk right now, as the curse word would have easily slipped from my lips, rather than just in my head.

He coats the egg in a glistening sheen of saliva, the wetness clinging to it as he withdraws it from his mouth. My breath catches, a sharp, sudden hitch in my chest, at the sight of his swollen, slick lips. Realisation hits me—not for the first time—that we still haven’t kissed, and watching him now only creates a fierce, undeniable urge.

I’m distracted from those thoughts when Lawson drops the hand holding the egg between my legs, using his other to spread me open. He then gently presses the silicone toy against my entrance, taking his time as he guides it in.

Although we’ve had a lot of sex since he took my virginity, I’m still incredibly sensitive, and he has to take his time to stretch me open enough to take all of the egg.

When the widest part of the egg slips in, stretching me fully, I let out a deep moan as the whole thing slides in. Lawson then slowly presses his fingers inside along with it, pushing the egg in deeper, leaving me overwhelmingly full.

When he pulls his fingers out, I don’t get the usual empty feeling that accompanies the loss of his touch. I still feel just as full, the egg remaining in place.

Lawson helps me to straighten out, keeping his hands on me until he’s sure my shaky legs are going to hold me upright, before pulling my thong back into place. As he ensures it’s positioned just right, his fingers softly brush over my clit, making me whimper as the egg shifts inside me, bringing unexpected pleasure.

I rock my hips to meet his touch, but he quickly removes his hand, pulling down my dress as I let out a frustrated groan. As we both look in the mirror, except for my flushed cheeks and his swollen lips, nothing about us is out of place. You’d never know he had me bent over with his fingers in my pussy just seconds before.

My hips sway, a silent invitation to his touch, but he quickly pulls his warm hand away. A frustrated groan escapes me as he tugs my dress down further, our reflections staring back at me in the mirror. My cheeks bloom with a flush, and his lips are slightly swollen, but otherwise, we appear perfectly composed. He smooths my dress, erasing any evidence of the intimate moment we just shared.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

I pause, a faint warmth spreading through me as I shift my hips and clench my pussy walls. My muscles tighten, and a strange, yet not entirely unwelcome, feeling washes over me.

“I don’t really know. Full, stretched open, and maybe a little…I don’t know…hot?” It comes out as more of a question than an answer, which only makes Lawson chuckle.