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“Steve,” I said, finally. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He looked at me like I was an adorable idiot. “You know what I’m doing here, Mia.”
“No, I really fucking don’t. This is insane.”
“You’re wearing a plug,” he said, as though this were any kind of answer to the question I’d asked.
I froze.
He nodded at my hips. “You’ve been squirming since you opened the door. Every step, I can see it. I can hear it in your fucking voice.”
He stepped forward once, closing half the space between us.
“I told you what to do, Mia. And you did it. Like a good girl.”
I opened my mouth, then shut it again. My cunt thrummed. My arse twitched. I hated how fucking susceptible I was to praise. Such a basic bitch.
“I thought Gary was just some stranger,” I said.
“Now you know he’s not,” Steve shrugged. This was Steve. Steve was in my fucking house. I had finger fucked myself into a frenzy over fucking Steve.
“You’re my husband’s fucking boss,” I blurted, helplessly.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re a married woman who begged a stranger to come over and take her anal virginity. Let’s not pretend either of us is observing social niceties.”
Oof. This was a low blow, but undeniably true.
“You lied to me.”
“No,” he said. “I just didn’t tell you who I was. That’s not the same thing.”
“You planned this?”
“No. How the fuck could I have done? But I recognised you. Your voice, some of your mannerisms. You send Mark about 1500 voicenotes a day. I know exactly how you sound, Mia. I thought it was you, and then I knew for sure the way you reacted when I called you by your name last night. Just after you’d cum begging me to come round here and fuck your arse properly.”
My knees buckled slightly.
He smiled again, slow and deliberate.
“You’re not scared of me, Mia. You’re scared of how much you want this. And I want this too. In fact, you’ve never been wanted like this before. Not by Mark. Not by anyone.”
“Don’t talk about Mark.”
“Why not? Don’t you want to think about him? Were you thinking about him last night, while you were stuffing yourself full of your fingers for me, panting like a bitch in heat?”
I gasped.
His voice dropped to a growl. “Did you even think about him while you came all over your fingers?”
“No,” I whispered.
“No,” he repeated. “You thought about me. My voice. My cock. My mouth on your filthy little arsehole. Not that boring uptight bastard.”
I was frozen. Dripping. Nervy. So fucking turned on. Just one touch away from totally losing control.
Then he softened.
“Do you want to stop, Mia?” he asked, gently. “Tell me now. I’ll leave. You’ll never hear from me again.”
I looked at him.
Older. Rough. Not attractive in any conventional way. Nothing like Mark. The last man on earth I ever would have imagined surrendering my arse to.
And I had never, in my entire life, been this turned on.
“No,” I whispered again.
“No, what?”
I swallowed. “No. Don’t go. Please”
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