Elegant Sins - Stasia Black Page 0,67

my pelvis at the moment. I ground shamelessly into it, desperate for any sort of friction as Montgomery tugged down my thong and continued massaging my ass.

And his thumbs— Oh God, his thumbs— With each massaging pass, he plunged deeper toward my forbidden place with those damned seeking thumbs of his, until he was prying me open wider than any man had ever dared.

I buried my face in the pillow, embarrassed and thrilled at the intimate things he was doing to me. He was unashamed, so I was, too. It felt filthy and forbidden and… it was turning me on like I never would have imagined.

He paused for a moment, one hand still wedged between my cheeks, and then a moment later I felt a cool, slickness on my backside. Lube. Then his fingers were pushing in even further.

Oh God, oh God, he was—

I couldn’t help crying out and thrashing my hips against the pillow when his thumbs finally breached the hole.

“Aw fuck,” he swore, sounding lust-drunk off having his fingers up my ass. “Wanna fuck you so bad, beautiful. I want this ass more than I’ve ever wanted anything on this fucking planet.”

The genteel Southern gentleman had left the building. This was my filthy-talking man.

It made me bold. I looked over my shoulder at him, clenching around his fingers in my ass. “Too bad, handsome. You can’t have me till tonight.”

If I thought he was lust-drunk before, the way his eyes blazed and glazed over with need right then—I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stick to my bluff. ‘Cause if he wanted to take me right here, right now, I wouldn’t be able to say no. My body was already primed for him.

I rocked my hips up and knew I was presenting him with a spectacular view—ass up, wide and ready for him.

For a moment we were frozen, and I thought sure he’d say to hell with it and plunge into me right there—

But the next seconds his warm, strong fingers retreated from my ass and he grinned when I whimpered at the loss.

“You’re right. Good things come to those who wait,” he whispered.

And then, before I could really get my bearings or object, cold metal had replaced his fingers. He’d lubed it, I could tell that much because it started sliding in without much problem.

But as it kept going and hit the egg’s widest circumference, my eyes widened as big as dinner plates.

Montgomery was there to soothe me, though. “That’s it,” he murmured, eyes transfixed on my ass. “Almost there. Alllllmost there.”

Dear God, that tiny egg suddenly felt like an elephant trying to get shoved up my butt!

“No, don’t tense up, we’re almost there.” He started to massage my ass cheeks again. “Loosen up for me.”

I breathed out and tried to follow his instructions. Loose. Be loose.

And then, with a little suctioning pop, the egg went in all the way, stopped only by the bejeweled stopper.

“There you go!” Montgomery gave my ass a solid whack that echoed throughout the room. “That’s my girl.”

I bowed my head into the pillows, only now realizing that sweat was coating my forehead.

Montgomery disappeared into the bathroom, washing his hands probably, and I stayed where I was.

The plug felt… weird. Not bad. But now was I just supposed to walk around all day with this thing up my ass? Oh my God.

Every time he looked at me, Montgomery would know it was there.

I bit my lip. Okay, that was kinda hot.

But when Montgomery came back, he looked as calm, cool, and collected as ever. I sat up, making a face when the egg shifted inside me—inside me!—and Montgomery immediately came to my side. “You okay?”

I reached down and ran my fingers along the jewels of the stopper before pulling my underwear back up into place. “Um. Yeah. Totally fine for having a giant egg up my ass. You?”

His eyes darkened. “Probably not going to get any work done today if you keep twitching like that.”

I blinked up at him innocently and wiggled my tush against the bed. I still hadn’t pulled my nightgown back down, so my long thighs and the small triangle of my thong were visible. “Like this?”

He leaned over and grabbed my face, kissing me long and deep. If I hadn’t been intoxicated by lust before, I damn sure was now.

When he pulled away, I reached for him, but he just laughed and waved a finger in my face. “Ah ah ah,” he chastened. “Not till tonight.”

And then the