Page 74 of Worship

I lean into her, my chest against her back, and the tip of my thumb penetrates her tight hole.

She hisses in a breath.

“Yes.” Her ass pushes back against the pressure. “More.”

Gretchen’s lost in her fantasy when my other hand smacks the counter in front of her, and her attention shoots to watch what I’m doing. I slide my hand out, and her gaze follows as I reach in front of her for a wine bottle stopper. It’s a black rubber cork with an ornate crystal handle on it.That’ll work nicely.

Her head twists back, shock plastered across it, to the smile on my face, and I slowly raise the stopper to my mouth and run my tongue over it, making sure the rubber is lubricated enough.

“Try and be quiet.”

I wink, and her head falls forward between her shoulders as I run the rubber cork down her back, stopping at her ass.

“Holy fuck,” she whispers as I bring it to her tight spot and replace my thumb with our new toy.

I twist it inside her, enjoying the moan that escapes from her lips.

“I said quiet. Try and listen, Angel. We wouldn’t want the whole party to hear.”

I keep my hand on my Macgyvered butt plug and kneel, reaching between her legs from behind and running my fingers through her slit to her entrance, and back up, rubbing her clit.

“What would Mikey think?”

I push two fingers inside of her, holding her in place from behind.

She pushes back against the pressure she’s feeling from her ass, and I start a punishing pace inside her pussy.

“Who’s Mikey?” she answers.

I smile.

“Can you feel how full you are, baby?” I say, watching her body sway with the rhythm.

“Oh fuck. Luca, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Her knuckles go white with the force of her grip on the counter as I fuck her raw.

I rise, pumping my fingers inside her, and kick her legs out wider and push her body forward with my head, pounding my fingers inside of her faster, feeling her pussy start to tighten.

Her moans grow louder, and she slaps a hand over her mouth to stop the noise. Her other arm gives out and she falls forward onto her elbow, screams echoing into her hand.

But I don’t stop. I twist the plug and push it in and out, ever so slightly. I’m working her over, and she fucking loves it.

I feel it, her climax building. Her soft walls tighten, and her fingernails scrape against the marble surface. She sucks in tiny breaths as her orgasm begins to reach its peak. And then I pull my fingers from her, along with the plug, and take a step back, my breathing heavy and my cock rock hard.

Gretchen sucks in an audible intake of air at the loss.

“What the fuck!”

“Like I said—” I open the trash and throw the bottle stopper in. “—this was for my enjoyment, not yours. Now you can sit across from me at dinner and wish I was eating you and not my food. Right next to that cocksucker.”

She spins around with animosity and slaps my face.

“You’re an asshole. You did this to make us even.”I’m still the bad guy to her.

I rub the sting on my jaw and smile.

“I’ve never been unfaithful to you, despite what you think.”