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place, a loving ménage, and cursed his hint of anxiety.
He was enough for Candace. He had to be, because there’d be nobody else
touching her.
    Cracking the plug out of its
sterile packaging, he saw her tense and jerk her head
to the side, one eye uncovered as her hair shifted. “Don’t break your
position.”
    She stilled instantly, and he
reveled in her obedience, his sexual dominance working for both of them. Cock
aching with renewed, desperate need, he stepped into the attached bath and
washed the plug. After drying it, he took it and a bottle of lube back to
Candace, resting one knee beside her. She breathed evenly, and he ran one hand
down her back, palm slipping over all the little vertebrae, relishing the way
she lifted into his caress.
    “Legs further apart. Give me room
to work.”
    She widened her stance and
flattened her back. Reece managed not to touch her pussy, the outer lips
visibly moist and swollen, but he was sorely tempted. If he went there, his
plans for the evening would fall apart, such was the draw of that sweet flesh.
    “A little cool, sweetheart.” He
popped the lid on the lube and squeezed some onto his fingertips, dipping them
between the curves of her buttocks to coat her anus. Aside from a slight intake
of breath, Candace didn’t move.
    Setting the plug on the small of
her back, her glowing flesh in competition with the shining metal, he worked a
finger into her rosebud, adding another as she pushed out for him. “Tight.
You’ll need some work before you can take me.”
    The clenching of the hot inner
walls around his digits made him smile. Candace liked to hear what he intended
to do to her, his sexy talk making her wetter. When his fingers moved without
restraint, he carefully withdrew and quickly coated the plug with lube, adding
another dollop at her shrinking anus. Setting the tip against it, he pushed the
plug in steadily, urging her to breathe, watching for any signs of real
discomfort. She took it all without complaint, and when he had the toy fully
seated, he admired the jewel.
    “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
    “I’m pretty damn full, Reece.”
    “You hurting?” His hand was already reaching for the plug.
    “No. I just need…” Her voice was
muffled against the bedding, but he heard the need , and moved to fill it.
    Slipping a hand beneath her
shoulder, his knee braced against her opposite hip, he eased her over onto her
back and she moved fluidly, eyes locking with his. Reece knew precisely what
she required and took his place between her legs, setting a hand beneath either
knee to lift and fold them up, grabbing hold of those damn stilettos. The heels
made perfect handles, and the flood of desire that washed across Candace’s face
told him she’d come to appreciate that fact. She was his to use at his
discretion, just as she liked it. He was humbled by her trust.
    His cock glided along the seam of
her pussy, its path facilitated by copious amounts of natural lubricant, and he
savored the wet heat. But he knew he wouldn’t last, so let go of one heel to
grab his anxious flesh and notch the cockhead against her opening. The slight
stricture gave way against his push, and then came the battle. Reece took hold
of the shoe again and arched his hips, working his way in tiny increments
deeper into her channel.
    “Goddamn. You’re even tighter,
sweetheart.” He panted, holding back from delivering his seed that very moment,
Candace splayed and vulnerable beneath him. Lord, he loved her.
    She moaned and lifted into him,
moving her hips despite his weight and her position, and, as always, he fell
into the depths of her eyes, fixed on him with such telling emotion. His woman
sometimes struggled to voice her feelings for him, taught early by her distant
father, but she showed them with all of her heart.
    Ever so slowly he pressed deeper,
warring for space against the unforgiving plug, knowing Candace would be
experiencing such stretching and pressure that she’d have