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I watch as he plucks a single strawberry from the bowl, pinching the leafy stem between his fingers. Expecting him to either eat it, or try feeding it to me again, my confusion only grows when he sits back between my legs.
Lifting my head, I turn, watching him through the corner of my eye.
Hungry gaze aimed my way, he smirks knowingly. “Maybe this will help.”
My eyes widen when I realize what it is he’s about to do.
Spreading my cheeks with one hand, he brings the tip of the strawberry to the cleft of my ass, dragging it down my crack.
I gasp, shuddering at the cool sensation.
Nolan groans deeply in satisfaction. “You’re as red as this strawberry.” His gaze flits back up. “Those cheeks too. Too much?”
My throat bobs and I give a quick shake of my head. “N-no.”
“You’ll tell me if it is.”
I nod. “Potato.”
He arches a brow, mouth quirked. “No, strawberry.”
And with that he presses the plush tip of the fruit into my hole.
The air punches out of me and I grab the pillow, biting my fingers into the fabric so hard, it burns, pushing my nails back.
“Fuckkkk,”Nolan drags out deeply, teeth gripping his bottom lip.
He wiggles the fruit, working it into my tense hole. It doesn’t…hurt exactly, but it feels weird. Funny.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to get my breathing under control. My heart is racing so fast, it feels like there’s a stampede kicking at my ribcage. My whole body trembles, muscles rigid from trying to hold still.
I feel wetness hit my crack, sliding down around the strawberry. Nolan’s spit.
Chewing the shit out of my lip, I crack my eyes open and crane my neck to see what he’s doing. But it’s impossible from this angle. All I can do isfeel.
Nolan spreads my cheek farther apart, using his other hand to drag the strawberry all around my hole, spreading his spit around. His saliva mingles with the sticky wet juices.
“There we go,” he mumbles. “Fuck, sweetheart, that’s it. Let me in.”
I feel the first ring of muscle give around the fruit.
“Don’t clench. You don’t want to mangle the fruit. Easy…”
My chest expands, shoulders bunching, as it takes everything in me to stay open and relaxed for him. The last thing I’d want is for a strawberry to get lodged in my ass. How embarrassing would that be?
He doesn’t go nearly as deep as I crave—thankfully—but still. I need him deep. I need him to fill me. But the slow shallow thrusts of the strawberry are a delicious tease that I feel radiating pleasure down to my toes.
He hums, a low, growly sort of hum, I can just imagine tickling my ear if I were tucked against his chest.
“Fuck, what a sight you are right now. I wish you could see this.”
I mewl, sounding more animal than human.
He gives a couple more shallow thrusts, before twisting his grip on the stem, and plunging it as deep as he can without risk of it breaking off.
Then, abruptly slipping it free of me, he bends down, burying his face between my cheeks, replacing the fruit with his tongue. Sucking the juices from me.
I groan and whine and babble nonsense into the sheet, biting the fabric between my teeth. My eyes burn, like I might be crying. It’s…so…much…
