I grinned up at her. “Yes, ma’am.” I lifted my hands from her so she could step back to give me room to rise and strip.

As I should have done all along, I stopped thinking and got busy. I was down to my boxers when I thought again.

Shit.

“I don’t have protection. We can play, but riding my dick’s out.”

Her eyes were on my body, not my face. I should have felt objectified, but it was tit for tat. Or tit for dick.

She shook her head and picked up the gift bag she’d been given at the party. Dumping it onto the bed, I looked at the contents.

“Bachelorette party favors,” she explained.

Pink dildo still in packaging.

Fur lined handcuffs.

A long string of condoms.

A small bottle of lube.

A butt plug with a green gem on the base.

I was catching on that Astrid liked green. And seeing that color sparkling between parted ass cheeks?

Fuck. Me.

I stared at the haul wide-eyed. And my dick got impossibly harder just thinking about using these things with Astrid. “Jesus, what the hell do ladies usually do at bachelorette parties?”

She shrugged. “I’ve been to one other and we went out to lunch and got pedicures. The favor bag had scented lotion, an eye mask, and cute flip flops in it. I assume the maid of honor, Bea, bought all this. Gag gift or maybe she wanted the stuff and needed the favor bag excuse to get the stuff for herself. Who knows?” She grabbed the condoms and they dangled from her fingers. “Will this do?”

I snatched them, tossed the rest of the things back in the bag and set it on the side table. “Let’s find out.”

Tugging down my boxers, my dick bounced free.

“Shit,” she whispered.

I looked to her. “What?”

“That dick is not fake.”

Gripping the base, I gave it one long pump. “Every eight inches is real, sweets.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to have many brain cells left, I ripped off a condom from the strip and rolled it on. Then I climbed onto her bed, adjusted the pillow behind my head.

All the while, she stood there and watched.

“Your turn, sweets. I’ve got a thing for your tits. Show them to me.”

She blushed, but in a good way. I hoped the way I was looking at her, the way my dick was pointing straight at the ceiling that she knew I was into her. So fucking into her.

With a flick of her fingers at the front clasp, the bra parted and her tits bounced free.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I said when she let the garment fall to the floor. “Panties off and get over here.”

She shimmied her panties down her legs.

“Leave the boots.”