THE RELUCTANT VIRGIN by Stacey Espino

THE RELUCTANT VIRGIN by Stacey Espino

Ride 'em Hard Book Six

Cindy Taylor has reinvented herself after a childhood she’d rather forget. It’s seven years later when she’s forced to return to her hometown on business. She’s a new woman with the same deep-seated vulnerabilities thanks to her disability.

Her regular client, Josh Granger, and two men from her past, Matthew Garner and Chance Anderson, are all hell-bent on making her theirs. But Cindy can’t bring herself to reveal her secret, choosing to live a lie instead. She wants nothing more than to experience the sexual fantasies these men promise, but her fear of rejection is just as strong.

Cindy will have to overcome her personal demons if she’s to experience the happily ever after she was certain would pass her by. It’s a race against time because the men won’t wait around forever, and Cindy is the most reluctant virgin.

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“You’re a menace,” she said. But by the time she turned around to gauge his reaction, he had her pinned to the side of the house. He shackled her wrists and brought them high above her head. Her heart raced, her blood heated, and her pussy tightened.

“You have no idea what I am. Or what I’m capable of.” He stared at her, his eyes so blue she swore she saw the ocean waves. “You avoid me, but then you play games.”

“I’m just trying to do my job.” She struggled, but he held her still. “I have no idea what games you’re talking about, Mr. Granger.”

“Mr. Granger now?” He clucked his tongue.

She felt no sense of fear, only titillation. There was no anger in Josh. He remained calm, his voice steady, but he was in control. She liked it.

“Let me go.”

“I bet if I slid my hand down your pants you’d be soaked through.” He held her wrists up with one big hand and used his free hand to lightly run along the side of her breast. “And your nipples are begging to be sucked.”

“You’re disgusting,” she said. But in truth, his words spiraled around inside her, lighting up every erogenous zone. His raw, crude nature was driving her wild on the inside. Could he sense it? Did desire have a unique fragrance to men? He certainly behaved like an animal. Would he be as untamed in bed? Or would he be patient for her first time?

“Better for you.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she was certain it had sexual connotations.

Cindy parted her lips to breathe. Her heart was pumping so fast she didn’t doubt she’d pass out for the thrill.

Josh slid his work-roughened hand up her shirt. She closed her eyes as he neared her breasts. Cindy wore no bra today even though she always did. It was as if part of her anticipated this moment, secretly yearning for it. Would Josh refuse her in the end like Matthew and Chance had?

“You’re soft, Cindy. Like silk against my fingers.” He cupped one breast in his palm, squeezing slightly. The forbidden nature of the touch set her nerves afire. Her senses became magnified. She could hear the wind, the birds in the distance, even the shed door flapping open and closed near the front of the house.

“Why’re you afraid?” he asked.

“I’m not,” she blurted, too fast. If he knew she was a virgin, maybe he’d refuse her, too. It was better if he believed she was an experienced woman, because her body no longer cared about honor and pride. She wanted to know the pleasures of the flesh. If she was destined to become an old maid, she at least wanted some memories to reflect on during the long, cold nights alone.

“Then why are you shivering? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you weren’t used to a man’s touch.” He released her pinned arms. The blood pooled into her hands in a rush, creating thousands of pinprick sensations. “That’s hard to believe seeing how beautiful you are.”

She felt defensive, determined to maintain her ruse. “I’ve been touched plenty. I was with Matthew just last week.” She left out the fact they hadn’t actually had intercourse. Josh frowned, not at all pleased.

“I don’t want to hear about Matthew now.” His voice was dominant, carrying a hint of a threat. She liked this possessive side to him. “Touch me.”

“What?”

He practically ripped off his own checkered shirt, one of the buttons flying off into the long grass along the house. “I want to feel your little hands on me. Don’t be shy. Like you said, you have plenty of experience.”

Josh was so close to her, only a breath separating their bodies. His chest looked rock hard, his nipples small, brown, and tempting. She desperately wanted to test those taut muscles for herself. What the hell was holding her back? This was what she wanted.

She tentatively reached out and laid a palm on his pec. His flesh was much warmer than hers. She’d never had the pleasure of exploring a man’s body. Cindy let her hands roam—lower. His abs were ripped, and her fingers traced each toned ridge on their descent. As she neared his big silver buckle she discovered a trail of dark hair.

“Keep going,” he coaxed. Did she dare? She was certainly curious but terrified of the unknown at the same time.

“I–I can’t.”

“Unbuckle me.” His words were more than an order. They were final. He was confident in his authority, and it made her more anxious to comply.

Cindy slid the leather through the buckle and proceeded to unbutton his Wranglers. They were already low on his hips, displaying the sharp muscled V and trail of hair which led to the hard bulge below. Her fingers began to shake as she fiddled with the stubborn zipper. Before she could succeed at unzipping him, he grabbed her wrist and pushed it to the side.

He was like an animal now, feral and one-sighted. Josh crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with unexpected passion. She responded, needing him, needing this. His tongue played with hers. He was pure energy, unable to take enough. She felt overwhelmed but still ready to give him what he wanted.

“I’m hot all over,” she confessed on the shadow of a breath.

“I’ll fix that, baby girl. It’s my intention you leave this ranch satisfied.”

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HER COWBOY TRIPLE TEAM by Stacey Espino

HER COWBOY TRIPLE TEAM by Stacey Espino

Kayla Roberts doesn't expect to land a man in her new town. She's used to being rejected due to her extra pounds and plain looks.

Grant Garner visits the feedstore more than ever since the new girl started working behind the counter. She's a real woman with depth of character, not to mention all those luscious curves. He can see a future with her, if only he can convince her she's worth his attention.

Ben and Austin are the black sheep of the town since they decided to switch to GE seed on their wheat farm. The only person who doesn't judge them is the quiet and darkly alluring Kayla Roberts.

Can ranchers on the opposite side of the wheat war make peace for the sake of love?

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Kayla was floating—the cowboy bodies, hands, and mouths tossing her on the waves of ecstasy. After her first orgasm by Austin’s wicked mouth, they converged on her. She only opened her eyes periodically to get a glimpse of flesh and muscle.

The butt plug was carefully plucked from her rear. Her clit was still pounding from her last orgasm.

“Bring her to the edge of the bed,” said Austin. They shifted her. Their strong arms aided in lifting and adjusting her to their satisfaction.

“Nice,” whispered Ben in her ear as he smoothed his hand over her ass from behind. The warm length of his body was pressed tight to her back. “Do you like being fucked up the ass, Kayla? Do you want my dick in here?” He lightly touched her tight rosette, a burst of sensation releasing on contact. She remembered the intensity of her orgasm when she was double-teamed. It was incomparable.

“Yes,” she squealed, not wanting to wait a minute longer.

Grant was partially on the bed, one leg on, one off. His cock was fully erect, just like Austin’s, which waggled near her face. “Ready, baby doll? Ready to take all three of us? Once we do this, there’s no turning back. You’ll be stuck with the lot of us.”

She loved the sound of that. They promised roots, security, and the happily ever after she’d always sought. “God, yes!”

Grant joined her on the edge of the bed, pulling her thigh over his hip. He entered her smoothly, his big dick filling her pussy, calming the fire. As soon as the first cock entered her pussy, the second forged in her ass. Ben didn’t waste any time. As his rigid cock joined Grant’s, she felt stuffed, complete. Together, Grant and Ben fought for space, gliding into her slick openings, filling her to the max. They were twisted, limbs overlapping, male bodies vying for space so they could force as much cock inside her as possible. Austin stroked her hair, something she remembered from when her mother was alive. She opened her eyes briefly to glance up into his dark eyes. They were hypnotic. He watched her with a mix of lust and love and glanced at the men working her body while stroking his erection.

“Fuck, she’s amazing,” grunted Ben.

She continued to look up at Austin, bracing for each powerful thrust into her ass, wanting it harder, faster. “Give it to me,” she demanded. Kayla wanted Austin’s cock in her mouth. Her need to suck during this time of sexual awakening was a necessity. He eagerly poised himself at her mouth. She opened for him, wrapping her lips around the hot, silky flesh of his cock.

“You’re perfect, Kayla. Never let anyone tell you you aren’t.” She wanted to say the same to him but couldn’t speak with her mouth full.

She felt as though not an inch of her skin was untouched. Hands were on her breasts, in her hair, and she had a thick cock in every orifice. They pummeled her, fucking her into delirium. She didn’t think about her bouncing breasts or belly rolls, only the pleasure these men were determined to give her.

“Oh God!” she cried out as her body began to heat, burning and burning in need of release. Kayla immediately sought Austin’s cock again. The preorgasmic realm took over, washing through her body, bringing her to a higher plane of satisfaction than she thought possible. It was right there, on the cusp of release.

Almost, almost…so close.

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HOGTYING THE COWGIRL by Stacey Espino

HOGTYING THE COWGIRL by Stacey Espino

Ride 'Em Hard Book Three

Angel Garner is a young, spoiled cowgirl used to getting her own way. When Clay Roberts wins the stallion she covets at an auction, she's determined to make him sell the horse back. The only problem is the cowboy has no plans of humoring her.

Landon Wilder has had a crush on his friend's sister since before he can remember. He tries to help her get back her horse, but soon learns a trick or two from the man she claims to hate. Their sexual games soon inspire real emotion, complicating their ménage a trois. For them to have a lasting future together, it'll take two determined cowboys to properly break the stubborn, blonde filly.

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~Excerpt~

“If you both care about me so much, you should consider my needs.”

“What needs, baby-doll? Name it and it’s yours,” said Clay.

She bit her lower lip, letting it slowly slide out of her bite. “My body’s all hot and tingly. You can’t expect me to have two gorgeous cowboys in the room and not get aroused.”

Landon smirked. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

She swatted him. He’d always be her best friend, but now she’d have the best of both worlds. “Clay’s been torturing me, walking around half-naked, doing push-ups by the fire while all I can do is watch.”

Clay found amusement in her words now, too. He sat on the coffee table close to the sofa. “I was afraid to hurt you. That wasn’t a little fall.” He leaned forward and ran the pad of this thumb over her moist lips. “Tell me what you want.” Angel closed her eyes and savored his touch.

“I want you both to make love to me, to stop treating me like an invalid.”

“You’ve got a broken wrist,” said Landon. “We could hurt you.”

She would not lose this battle. Their reluctance to hop in the sack with her only made her pussy pulse stronger. Big, strong cowboys with raging libidos refusing her because they loved her more than satisfying their urges? It was unheard of. But she wanted them all the more because of it. “Don’t you dare refuse me, Landon. You’ve been gone for over a week without a word.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if I ate your pussy. You could just lie still with your legs open.”

Her folds were soaked, her skin crawling with need. “Yes,” she managed to say. It was a start, and she knew they wouldn’t deny her once things began heating up.

“I just washed her myself,” said Clay. “Her little pussy is sparkling clean.”

“No matter, I’d eat her anyways.” Landon got to his feet and shrugged off his padded jacket, and then pulled the quilt off her body. She was only wearing her panties and one of Clay’s old T-shirts. “Good Lord, look at the size of that bruise!”

Her hip and upper leg were nearly black, but in honesty looked worse than they felt. She’d taken the brunt of the fall on her side, but it was her wrist that broke. “I’m fine.” Angel parted her legs to pull his attention to her swollen cunt. Her panties were nearly soaked through from arousal.

Landon carefully slipped her panties down her legs and pushed her T-shirt up past her breasts. He growled as his eyes roamed over her nudity. She turned to look at Clay. He was already unbuckling his belt, watching intently.

“What happens if her blood pressure rises too high?” asked Landon as he caressed her inner thighs.

Clay shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“It’s a mild fracture in my wrist. It has nothing to do with my pussy.” She reached between her legs and touched her clit. Just the contact made her gasp. What would Landon’s warm tongue feel like? She was afire with anticipation.

“Give her a lick and see what happens.” Clay massaged behind his neck, all those toned muscles moving and shifting deliciously.

Landon didn’t disagree. He spread her thighs tenderly and lowered his blond head between her legs. He did just as Clay suggested—one long, firm swipe of his flattened tongue up the length of her folds. “How’s that?” he asked.

“More.” She’d gotten a taste and was desperate to come, to feel that blinding rush of power explode from within her. Angel was too damn pent up, and it was getting uncomfortable.

“Yes, ma’am.” Landon stripped off his shirt and settled in comfortably. His skin against hers sizzled. She felt his hot breath first. When his mouth lowered over her clit, so warm and moist, she felt a calming effect flood her veins. She sank into the sofa cushions and closed her eyes. This was heaven, and exactly what she’d been missing.

He was so skilled with his tongue, using just the right amount of speed and pressure to bring her quickly to a peak without making her feel too overwhelmed. She savored his suckling, the way his tongue delved in her cunt and teeth gently nipped her labia. With all her needs put on hold, she came to a precipice within minutes, the rush of energy traveling at lightning speed through her body until all that heat collected in her pussy. “Landon! Oh my God,” she chanted. It was there on the cusp. She wanted to jump over the edge as much as she wanted to savor the ecstasy of that preorgasmic zone.

He didn’t give her a choice. Landon picked up the speed, and it only took a few more tugs from his lips to pull her orgasm free. She called out, a deep throaty sound. He continued to clamp his mouth over her as she rode out her contractions. Her hips were off the sofa, his arms curled around her thighs. When the rush settled, she grabbed a lock of Landon’s hair and pulled up. “No more,” she panted.

“You’re still alive,” said Clay. “Now we know you won’t break.” His words were a mix of warning and teasing. What plan was he hatching behind those dark, wicked eyes?


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CORRALLING THE CITY GIRL by Stacey Espino

CORRALLING THE CITY GIRL by Stacey Espino

Ride 'Em Hard Book 2

Jane's just inherited her late uncle's estate. But there's a catch. She has to ride along in a two-week-long cattle drive or she'll forfeit the ranch and money. The city girl doesn't have a clue where to start, so she advertises for three cowboys to assist her.

Chase, Brad and Dawson are hired to drive five thousand head of cattle across the prairies of Alberta. They expect their boss to be some spoiled rich boy looking for adventure, not a stunning woman with legs to die for. She's unlike any cowgirl - complaining, cursing, and driving them nuts with her forked tongue. It'll take some tying up and rough cowboy handling to teach the little siren how to behave.

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“Roll her over.” Brad tugged her his way until she met her stomach.

“She has such a cute little ass,” said Brad. “I can’t wait to fuck it again.”

“You had it last time while I watched. This time it’s my turn.” Dawson’s tone didn’t leave room for argument and it made her hot. Her pussy pulsed and she clamped down, only to feel the gingerroot release in her ass in a painful wave. She squealed. “Relax.”

Chase pulled the rope taut, stretching her arms so she couldn’t fidget or fight to get free. “What are you doing to me?”

“This punishment has been a long time coming, darlin’. I put up with your forked tongue for nearly a week.” He pulled her panties down to her thighs. Dawson’s hand came down on her ass, the fleshy sound filling the campsite. She tightened, only to regret it. His big, rough hand came down several times on each ass cheek, and every time she squeezed her muscles, earning her a sharp burn from the gingerroot.

“Get it out!” A hand smoothed up and down her back, attempting to placate her. She wouldn’t admit that this wicked night didn’t make her cunt hungry and mind drift to every debased desire she’d ever imagined.

“Once you relax through these spanks, I’ll know you’re learning.” Dawson smacked her ass, harder, and she fought for control this time. She didn’t clamp down and the vibrations traveled all the way to her engorged clit. It was an eye-opening moment, and she knew things would only get better.

“Learning what?”

He switched positions with Chase, who answered for him. “You’ll learn you belong to us, that we love you, and that we’re in control when we fuck.”

“It’s all for your pleasure, darlin’.” Brad brushed the hair off her forehead. “If you stop fighting, I promise you’ll like it.”

“You’ve done this before, too?” She was shocked that all the men seemed to know another use for ginger. Never in her life had sex been like this for her. It had always been vanilla and unsatisfying. Her greatest thrills came from her toy, and it couldn’t compare to what these men offered her.

“I think every cowboy of age has. You’ve been in the city too long, Jane.”

Chase spanked her, not as hard as Dawson had. After each spank, he trailed his fingers between her legs and teased her clit. Every sequence taught her more, and she relaxed as they suggested and truly began to enjoy the sting of each spank. Pleasure and pain combined, beginning the buildup of a monumental orgasm. But this was only a prelude and she wanted their cocks, not just their sex games.

“I want cock,” she said. Her cheeks heated after the words escaped her lips. It sounded so dirty and she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

“Bring her to her knees,” said Dawson. Chase’s strong arm slipped under her belly and hoisted to her knees, doggy-style. Brad continued to hold her rope, so she couldn’t rear up to her knees. “That’s better. You look lovely like this, baby doll.” He took the rope from Brad and tugged it up so her face was near his groin. She sat on her knees, her panties below her ass, and the ginger still penetrating her. He unbuckled and unzipped, only releasing his erection. She didn’t have to be asked, she wanted to taste him, to please him. Jane sucked in the thick head, twirling her tongue around the spongy surface, flicking the firm nub on the underside.

“That’s enough. I need to be inside you. Right now.” His sudden urgency made her stomach flutter.

He pressed her back down until her breasts hit the grass, her ass still kissing the night air. Dawson plucked the root from her anus, and she sighed in relief. She could feel the moisture from the ginger and fat drip down after it was released. He didn’t wait, didn’t let her stretch, just forced his big cock into her ass, and he was big. She moaned, savoring the fullness, the sweet relief and the rawness of the act.

“Do you like my dick in your ass, little one?”

She nodded, unable to speak, only focusing on the rhythm of each delicious stroke. Jane wanted it harder, faster, and to be honest, she wanted another cock to fill her body. “More!”

Chase didn’t let her down. He dropped to his back beside her, gloriously naked, his cock jutting up, virile and proud. “Come straddle me, sweetheart.”

Dawson assisted her, shuffling them over without pulling out of her body. She rested her bound hands on Chase’s chest, and he reached down to tear her thin panties clear off her body. “More,” she repeated, feeling more savage than human.

“Sit on my dick. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

She sank into relief, enjoying the tug and tightness as the second hard erection fought for space in her body. Jane loved it—the naughtiness, the grit, the untamed desire. She rode him hard, and Dawson rode her. They were one pass of flesh and fucking. The only missing element was her sweet Brad. She searched for him. He was standing a few feet away, holding the slack end of the rope, watching.

“Brad, I need you.”

He dropped the rope and followed her voice, crouched beside Chase’s prone body. She licked her lips, an invitation which he took. They kissed as the other men worked her body. Deeply, passionately—enough to create their own bubble of space within the foursome.

“I don’t want you just watching, Brad. Give me your cock so I can suck it.”

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HARDCORE COWBOYS by Stacey Espino

HARDCORE COWBOYS by Stacey Espino

Ride 'em Hard Book 1

Samantha has one week off work to explore the country, not expecting a snow storm to nearly take her life. She never anticipates finding love and salvation in the hands of the three Carson brothers. Her cowboy saviors have no problem sharing, pulling her deeper into their world of erotic pleasures each day she remains on their ranch.

Wyatt and his twin brothers, Cord and Val, need inspiration in the worst way. When Samantha comes into their lives, she gives them a purpose, and fulfills all their desires. There's no way they can let her return to the city. But can they convince the independent brunette to let them take care of her - forever?

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“Now lie on your back and reach your arms above your head.”

Samantha complied, the cool coverlet chilling her back, making her nipples pebble. Cord knew what he was doing, tying her wrists in gentle but firm knots before securing them to the headboard. Yes. This was exactly what she craved—to be dominated by her cowboys.

The bed dipped as Val sat on the opposite side. She turned her head to see Cord’s mirror image staring back at her with a naughty smirk. He held up a pink rubber toy, no doubt the butt plug Wyatt warned her about.

“Thought you’d like the color.” Val winked and then applied lube over the rounded tip. “Shift to your side, darlin’.”

She twisted awkwardly with her arms stretched and secured above her head. Cord held one of her cheeks apart as Val pressed the cool, moist end of the toy against her ass. Her breathing picked up, not knowing what to expect. She dare not ask questions and break the rules, not when she was desperate for an orgasm. Many orgasms.

Val twisted the butt plug into her ass with slow, consistent pressure. Wyatt was still standing at the end of the bed watching. His muscled shoulders were so broad. She wanted to grab hold while he fucked her raw. The dark lust in his eyes promised hours of depraved pleasure.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Val kissed her shoulder blade. “That’ll prepare you for later.” He playfully slapped her butt before slipping off the bed. She rolled to her back, cringing when the plug shifted inside her.

“I’ve dreamed of these tits.” Cord leaned over and sucked her breast into his warm, hot mouth. It felt like heaven. Her stomach rumbled and he heard, pulling free from her breast. “Hungry?” He frowned and jerked his head to his twin.

Val returned with some of the food from the buffet. Cord held her head up slightly, and Val slipped sweet, plump blueberries into her mouth, one at a time. The act of feeding her was sensual, loving, erotic.

“Not too much. You’ll get a stomachache once we start fucking you,” said Cord.

Wyatt passed him something out of her sight, and then Cord trailed a brush down her center from her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, all the way to her clit. She could smell the deep, rich scent of chocolate. He twirled the brush around her clit, teasing her hypersensitive bud. When he brought a chocolate-covered thumb to her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it, savoring the flavor and the illicit act.

“What’s your favorite thing besides that old mare of yours, Cord?” asked Val.

He narrowed his hypnotizing blue eyes at her like a wild animal about to strike, his thumb still between her lips. “Chocolate.”

How would she ever survive the night? Cord started at her neck, licking and sucking, hitting every hypersensitive nerve on his descent to her breasts. But he never tended to her aching nipples, only slid his firm tongue down her center, following the trail of melted chocolate. She squealed when he passed her stomach, the tickly sensation making her squirm, but she stifled the sound as soon as it escaped her lips. Immediately, she turned to Wyatt, still rooted in place. Was that a scowl or was she just paranoid?

She knew where Cord was heading next. Her cunt burned and ached, and they’d only just begun. She wanted to be filled but knew they’d only deny her if she spoke up and asked for what she needed. When his tongue met her clit, she bolted upright, arching into his face. Her body had a mind of its own, her nerves and tense muscles controlling the woman.

“She’s ripe,” said Val as Cord continued to eat her pussy.

She tugged on her binds, desperate for a respite from his wicked tongue, but he didn’t even give her time to catch her breath. The exquisite torture continued on and on and on, as if he wanted her to submit, wanted her to break the rules.

“No more!” she cried. As soon as she closed her mouth, her eyes darted to Wyatt. He had a smirk on his previously stoic face, and he left the room briefly before returning. Uh-oh. “You set me up, Cordell Carson!”

He rose to his knees and licked his thick lips, glistening from her natural juices. With his golden tan, his blue eyes were so much more dominant on his face, his hair naturally highlighted with new blond streaks. So handsome. So tempting. And she had an identical copy of him for her enjoyment, and Wyatt. “Someone had to get the party started.”

“Roll her over.” That smooth, deep voice rolled straight down her body, settling between her legs. Wyatt held something in his hand, but before she could get a good look, Cord flipped her to her stomach. “Naughty, naughty, Samantha. Whatever should I do with you?”

Spank me.

“You ran away from us, but you’re never going to do that again, are you?”

She shook her head, not sure if she was allowed to answer or not.

“That’s right, you won’t. And for all the suffering you put me through, you’ll be punished.” Wyatt held up his choice weapon—a leather-covered paddle. She could see the excitement glittering in his eyes. What she really wanted was his big, strong hand, like last time.

“Put us through,” Cord added. They all wanted to punish her?

She braced for the impact of the tool on her rear, but she was surprised to get a gentle hand warming circles over her skin instead. When the hand moved, the paddle came down. Something about the sound of the contact, the fleshy, solid impact was exquisite to her ears. The vibration traveled straight to her already stimulated clit. The sequence continued, harder, a mix of pain and pleasure—nothing she couldn’t handle, nothing she didn’t want.

When Val kissed her cheek, he gave her a warning. “Get ready, sweetheart. I doubt you’ll be able to keep quiet for long with this turned on.” He flicked something on the butt plug, and it began to vibrate. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. The sheer intensity drove her mad.

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