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“They ran out of silicone?”

His soft chuckle sends a delicious shiver along my spine. “It’s not one hundred percent perfect, but it’s basically the right size. I thought you could use this for practice.”

“This will never fit inside me. You must be crazy.” I shove the gift back at him, but he raises his hands, laughing.

“This is personal development. I thought you were big on that.” He steps towards me, making my pulse hum in my neck. “Don’t you want it to be as good for me as it does for you?”

“If you genuinely want to feel the same, buy a malfunctioning fleshlight that crushes anything inside until you’re in the same discomfort.”

Kincaid’s eyes gleam. “Well, shit. That’s dark.”

He scoops me close, and snaps the box open, fiddling with the twist ties to free the monstrosity inside.

“I want to observe your first practice session.” He waggles the dildo, the realistic veins and moulded head so lifelike it’s disconcerting, especially when he holds it in front of his own growing bulge. “Maybe give a few pointers.”

“You can’t be serious.” The suggestion makes my face hot.

“It’s foryourbenefit, too.” When I remain unconvinced, he adds, “Would you prefer I guide you?” He pushes the unholy toy into my hand. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have—”

“I love your fighting spirit, Freckles, but—honest to God—if you’re not naked in five seconds, I’m tearing off your clothes myself.”

The hoarse growl turns my nervous system to chaos. I undo my blouse and when he clicks his tongue impatiently, I move faster. Stripping off my shirt and jeans, unhooking my bra and automatically putting my arm across my breasts.

“Don’t do that,” comes his immediate response. “I want to see all of you.”

I lower my arm and drop my head, stripping off my thick winter socks, then my underwear, and adding them to the pile.

“That’s better.”

Kincaid’s voice thickens further. A rumble of approval.

I lie on my back on the bed, then falter. My eyes widen as his weight makes the bed dip. He gives an amused snort at my alarm. “Relax. Just giving you a hand with the lube.”

He pumps some on the dildo, massaging it over the tip.

“Should I leave you two, alone?” I ask, then clamp my lips shut, appalled at my daring.

Kincaid just laughs, leaning down to spread the lips of my pussy. He positions the toy at my entrance, and places my hand on the base, pausing until I take control. “You’re such a weird girl, Freckles. Honestly, I have more fun with you than anyone else.”

Fun.Right.

Closing my eyes again, I gently push the silicone inside. It grips a little despite the lube. I raise my right thigh for better access, curving across in a protective gesture. Kincaid pulls it higher, until my foot is flat on the bed, holding it in place.

“You can do a little better than that for me, can’t you?”

Biting my lip, I push it farther inside, the stretch easier to bear since I’m in control.

When I rest, letting, my body adjust, Kincaid’s hand swallows mine and pushes another inch into me.

“Don’t—”

“Then do better. I’ve got a thousand things I could be doing, and I chose this above all of them. Don’t make me regret my decision.” When my mouth opens, he puts a finger to it. “No. No more wisecracks until that thing’s buried so far inside you, I can see the tip poking your stomach from the inside.”

I push again, and there’s still so much to go. The sensation of fullness is more welcome this time, like my body has already adjusted.

“That’s my limit,” I say, pushing the toy until the stretch inside me starts to burn. “I can’t fit any more.”