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Jarra kneels beside my chair and I hand feed him his food, loving the way he sucks my fingers into his mouth and looks at me with those too-beautiful eyes.
How did I ever write this wonderful guy off as a fuckboy? There’s so much more to him than any of the different labels or jobs he has. He’s absolutely amazing with my kids, he’s a caring and energetic guy, and most of all, he dotes on me. I never realized how much I need that.
When we finish eating, I can feel the tension radiating off him. Hell, it’s probably coming off me in waves, too. “Go shower. Make sure you wash up well and then lay face down on the bed and wait for me.”
He stands and gives me a quick kiss, then he hurries to obey. I take the time while the water is running to gather the things I’ve tucked away out of the reach of small hands. It’s been good to have my own place. I love that Jarra did that for me. The reality of the last few months, though, is that me and the kids have stayed over here more nights than we’ve slept at home. I had to take extra precautions to make sure they didn’t find any of our toys by mistake!
By the time I make my way to the bedroom, I’m already anticipating Jarra’s reaction. He looks so good stretched out on the bed, I take a moment to drink in the sight of him, taut ass, tassled tail, and wide shoulders. Makes me giddy to know all that power is mine to command.
As soon as he feels my hands on his naked back, he groans. I take my time, massaging over the muscles and kneading away any tensions I find, while appreciating his warm skin and masculine shape.
When I come to his ass, I pay special attention. I work the tight globes well, gradually slipping my fingers closer and closer to his little hole.
“Remember your safeword,” I whisper.
Jarra groans and presses his face into the bed. “President Bush. Fuck. Why did I pick that?”
We’re both laughing. Then I press one slippery, lubed finger against his asshole and he freezes.
“Bad?”
“No.” His tail flicks out of the way and I notice he’s lifting, pushing back toward me. “Really good, actually. Keep going.”
“What was that?” I scold.
“Please! Keep going, please, My Lady. Apologies.”
“Much better.”
I work around his asshole until he is nice and wet, then I dip my finger inside and he sucks in a breath. At first, it’s tighter than I thought. He tenses, then releases the muscles, and suddenly my finger slips a lot deeper. He moans.
Pretty soon, I find a rhythm. It’s not much different to putting a finger inside my own pussy, except for the angle and how tight he is. When I feel him relax further, I decide it’s time to try a little more.
“Turn over.”
He turns and his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me kneeling over him. I have a strap-on harness fixed around my hips and the slim black dildo attached. I reach down and touch it. Something about this makes me feel incredibly powerful. Maybe it’s the edge of fear in his eyes or the wild laughter, but a lot of it has to do with the way his thick, engorged cock jumps as he looks at me.
“My god, you look fucking dangerous like that.”
I grin. “Thank you. I’m not sure we should use this today, but I wanted you to see it. I want you to feel it against your thigh while I finger you. You ready?”
He nods. I see his throat bob as he swallows.
“Don’t come, though, will you?”
“Holy, fucking shit.” That’s the last coherent thing I get out of him for quite a while.
I take his cock in one hand, slowly pumping up and down the length, while I slip two fingers into his ass. I work them in and out, trying to match the rhythm of my strokes. He tightens and releases over and over, gasping and grabbing at the bedding.
His head tosses and his horn lodges in the rubber backed bedhead we had installed. That keeps him still for a while.
As I work him, his shaft grows thicker in my palm, weeping at the tip until I know he’s ready to blow.
I’ve hardly noticed my own reaction since I’ve been so focused on Jarra. When I pause to let him rest, I realize how wet and sensitive I feel, though I haven’t been touched at all.
I’m breathing hard when he catches my wrist a few moments later. He’s telling me he can take more.
My pussy clenches around nothing as I work his shaft again, up and down. Slowly, I take him right to the edge a second time. He’s shaking by the time I stop. God, so am I.
