Chastity Belt by Shoshanna Evers Read Free Book Online Page B

asshole and then press forward.
    Oh my. That feels incredible. Georgia moaned with pleasure and bucked her hips against his long finger, trying to increase the sensation.
    His rhythm faltered and Georgia looked back at him, wanting him to keep going. “Don’t stop, I like it,” she said.
    “Good.” He poured a huge dollop of lube over his fingers and dipped two, then three slick digits into her ass. She moaned, loving every second of it as he carefully prepared her tight channel.
    “Come on,” she groaned when his fingers slipped out of her asshole. “Fuck me.”
    “I’m just getting lubed up for you, sweetheart,” he said and then she felt the head of his hard cock, slippery as promised and covered in latex, replace his finger as he eased into her asshole. A bloom of dark, erotic pain flowed through her as his thick cock stretched her wide. She inhaled sharply, loving the filling sensation as he fucked her slowly and carefully.
    “Damn it, Jonathan, I’m not a china doll, fuck me!” she said, squealing as he slapped her ass and thrust into her, reaching around and fingering her clit with one hand as he held on to her hip with the other as if he were riding in a rodeo.
    Georgia gasped as an orgasm came over her, clenching her muscles around his cock. “Come on me, baby,” she gasped. “Rip that condom off and come on me.” He moaned at her words, pumping only a few more times until he pulled out of her with a grunt and ejaculated on the small of her back.
    His cum sat on her spine like a puddle of warm syrup and she stayed in position on her hands and knees, breathing deeply and focusing on that one warm spot as the aftershocks of her orgasm washed through her.
    “Sorry about that,” Jonathan murmured as he used what was probably four hundred thread count Egyptian cotton sheets to wipe his sticky cum from her back.
    She laughed and rolled onto her side, pulling him down next to her. “Don’t be sorry, I like it. I begged for it, remember?”
    “You like my cum on your body?”
    “Love it.”
    Jonathan smiled and kissed her. “Tonight was fun.”
    Georgia nodded and looked into his gorgeous brown eyes. “I promise you I’ll see you again—you don’t need to put the chastity belt on me.” It was true—he didn’t need to. But she wanted him to. Could he see it on her face, in her expression?
    Jonathan shook his head. “I believe you want to see me again. What I don’t believe is that you have the self-control not to masturbate while you’re not with me.”
    She sat up. How did he know her so well already, when they were practically strangers? “Oh all right,” she sighed.
    He raised his eyebrows. “You mean you’ll consent to wearing the chastity belt again?”
    “Yes. For you, yes. Since it’s obviously so important to you,” she said. And I want to make you happy.
    His smile then was worth the inconvenience. “That’s wonderful. Thank you,” he said, grabbing her hand in his and kissing it reverently.
    “Can I go clean up first?”
    “Of course,” he said, gesturing toward the bathroom. “And since you like anal play so much, I’m going to reward you for consenting to the chastity belt by putting a butt plug in you before I lock you up. I have a very large one that I think you’re ready for.”
    Georgia’s mouth dropped open. “You want me to wear a plug all night?”
    “I told you earlier that you were going to learn a thing or two about sore assholes, didn’t I?”
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    She laughed. Damn, this man was something else, that was for sure. “That thing is huge,” she said, eyeing the plug warily. It had to be several inches thick at its widest part. Much, much thicker than his cock, and that was saying a lot.
    “Let’s let gravity do the work then,” he said, walking to the corner and pulling a straight-backed wood chair away from the wall. With a flourish, he removed the small pillow from the back of the chair and stuck the base of the butt plug to the