Page 52 of Filthy Little Lies

Once we’re upright again, I untangle my arm from around her and open the box. She has to lean back to see what’s inside.

“Is that a butt plug?”

I will never tire of the way she just blurts out what she’s thinking. It’s the most honest and real thing about her.

“It’s the smallest one they make.” I pull the silver plug from the foam insert of the package. It’s short and thin with a wide base. Perfect for playtime without the goal of fucking her ass.

At least not tonight.

“You’re not putting that thing in my ass.” She makes her decree but loses all of her prowess when a gust of wind sends the carriage swaying and she grabs for my shoulders again.

“I’ll put it in your ass, or your cunt, or your mouth if I want to.” I squeeze her asscheek. “Do you know why?”

Her nostrils flare. I love it when she’s torn between being good or saying something that will get her ass smacked.

“Why?” The cautious side won this time, but I have no doubt she’ll give me plenty of reasons to give her a red ass before the night is over.

Tugging on the neckline, I pull her into me.

“Because you’re mine.” I bring the plug to her mouth. “Now open up.”

Her cheeks flush and her pupils expand more. She brings her gaze to the plug. A moment goes by, but then she parts her lips for me.

“Good girl.” I slide it into her mouth. “Close.”

She sets a heated glare on me, but she obeys, wrapping her mouth around the toy just before the wide base.

I lean back against the bench, taking in her beauty. Her hair hangs loose down her back in thick waves. The deep scoop of the dress’s neckline shows off the gentle swell of her breasts. Her cheeks suck in while she’s doing her best to keep the plug between her lips.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say, swiping my fingertips across her jawline, then down to her shoulders, crossing over her collarbone.

Her gaze flickers away, but I grab hold of her dress and twist it into my fist. “No, you don’t get to hide from a compliment. Look at me while I tell you how fucking hot you are right now.”

Her thighs tighten around mine, and everything in her soul is probably telling her to ignore me, to put her mind somewhere safe where she can protect herself from words and feelings.

But I’m not playing that game.

When she finally swings her attention back to me, I move my hands down to her thighs, sliding up beneath the dress. It’s the flimsiest material I’ve ever touched. She must have been freezing on the pier.

Stubborn, stubborn woman.

I move my hand between our bodies, finding her panties soaked through.

“Someone likes being my obedient good girl, doesn’t she?” I hook my middle finger into the elastic and push the panties to the side. Then I stuff my finger into her pussy, moaning right along with her at the tight heat.

Fisting my shaft again, I squeeze to take a little pressure off, then line up my cock with her pussy entrance.

“Sit, Savvy.” I order, pushing her dress higher so I won’t miss a second of my dick sinking into her perfect, sweet pussy.

Slowly, she lowers herself, pausing when my cock presses against her entrance.

“Go on, I want my cock shoved all the way in your pussy.”

Still she hesitates.

“I can’t reward you if you start disobeying me now, sweetheart. Sit on my cock.”

After a pinch to her hip, she starts gliding down again. Her body stretches around my thickness, inch by inch her body melds around my cock.