His eyes flared and pre-cum dripped from the slit. I flicked it off with my tongue.

“I’ve got plans for you and those toys. I want you walking around my house in nothing but that jeweled butt plug.”

I laughed, but realized he was serious. My butt clenched at the idea. No one had ever gone there before. In any way. But with Thatcher, I wasn’t embarrassed. I felt… pretty. Sexy.

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up. “Green’s my favorite color.” His gaze dropped to my nipple, pulled me close to give one a lick. “Maybe pink.”

When he turned and dropped me onto my back down the length of the sofa, he tugged off the rest of my clothes. Pushing my legs apart, he cupped my pussy and said, “Definitely pink.”

The feel of him, his weight pressing me into the couch, was incredible. I felt feminine. Desired. Especially since the wet tip of his cock slid across my inner thigh.

“I’m on the pill,” I stated, sharing how I protected myself.

He looked down at me, studied my face. “Fuck, sweets. Taking you bare is going to be incredible. I’ve never done it before.”

I shook my head. “Me, either.”

He kissed me then. Long, deep. Sweet. He shifted over me, filled me as his mouth claimed mine.

I tipped my head back and gasped at the feel of him.

“Fuck, it’s too good.”

His forehead leaned against mine.

“Shit. I’m not going to last. I’ll make it up to you. But your pussy’s dripping all over my dick. It’s—”

He stopped talking and thrust into me, wild. Hard. And he came.

I felt it in me, felt it seep out and onto my thighs, his couch.

His breathing was ragged and his skin hot.

It took him a few seconds to recover, then he met me with sated blue eyes. He seemed chagrined that he hadn’t lasted. I felt exhilarated, toppling a guy like Thatcher, making him so hot that he came with barely any control.

“Just wait, sweets. That was just to take the edge off. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of my girl.”

I raised my hand, stroked his sweaty cheek. “I know.”

“Ladies come first, but today, fuck, you’re too much for me. You make me bust a nut like a fifteen-year-old with a girlie magazine.” He gazed lowered to my breasts. “Fuck, yeah.”

He was still hard inside me. I wasn’t even sure that was possible, until now. He took a total of maybe thirty seconds to recover and then he thrust in again. Lowered his head, sucked a nipple into his mouth.

“Your turn,” he growled against my skin. “You’ll come three times for every time I do.”