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Sitting on the chair, I placed a leg over each armrest. Spreading myself open for him to see.

“Jesus,” he whispered. Moving around his desk, Tristan said, “Stay just like that, Ryn. Don’t move.”Advertisement

My breathing picked up and I licked my lips in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Grabbing the balls he slipped them into his pocket. Oh God. I was both excited and terrified of the balls.

Tristan walked up, pushed the chair back and dropped to his knees. “Don’t move and don’t touch me, Ryn or I’ll stop.”

Whimpering, I closed my eyes. I was so horny I could practically feel my juices flowing out of me. Tristan slipped his fingers inside me and let out a long moan.

“You’re so damn wet, Ryn. Baby, are you horny?”

Nodding my head, I said, “Yes.”

His lips moved to my inner thigh and my body shuddered. “Are you wanting to play, Ryn?”

Frantically nodding my head, I moaned as his fingers slowly moved in and out. Pulling his fingers out, I didn’t have time to express my disappointment in the loss before his mouth was over me, licking and sucking me into an orgasm.

When I finally came down from my high, Tristan kissed me. The taste of myself on his tongue took some getting used to, but I thought it was the hottest thing ever having Tristan kiss me after oral sex.

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Lifting me from the chair, he carried me across the hall. “We only had one night in my playroom in Austin, so we not only have to break in our new playroom, we have some serious making up to do.” I had gone back to Austin a few times for work, but Tristan was never free to go back with me.

Smiling, I buried my face into his neck as Tristan unlocked the door and opened it. Shutting the door, he locked it before turning and carrying me over to the bed. This was the first time I got to look at the playroom. It was set up almost like the one in Austin, but a few things were different.

Setting me down on the bed, I drew in a breath and slowly released it when I felt the satin sheets. Running my hand along it I smiled when I saw they were blue. My favorite color. Then I noticed the color of the walls. They were a silver-blue, similar to the color I had picked out for the house.

My heart swelled with love knowing that Tristan had been paying attention to all the little details.

Reaching into his pocket he took the two silver balls out and set them down on the bed. Then he quickly got undressed. “I’m keeping you dressed in that outfit, Ryn. It’s fucking sexy as hell.”

The feeling of excitement just intensified a hundred times. I loved pleasing Tristan, in any way.

Picking up the balls he held them up and gave me a drop-dead sexy smile. “Do you know what they are, Ryn?”

Nodding my head, I whispered, “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want me to do with them.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I blew it out slowly. “Put them inside me and then fuck me, Tristan.”

His smile lit up even more. “Yes, baby.”

Tristin slipped his fingers inside me as he primed me. Sliding the balls into me, I gasped at how cold they were. “So fucking wet, it’s perfect.”

Once both balls were in, Tristan began finger fucking me. “More! I want more!” I begged as I grabbed the satin sheets within in my hands.

Tristan moved over my body and slid his dick inside of me. “Ohmygod!” I yelled out. The feeling was exquisite. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. My mind was spinning out of control as I let the feeling of the balls and Tristan’s dick move inside me.

“Oh hell, Ryn, fuck this feels amazing, baby.”

“Can’t . . . Tristan . . . amazing . . .” The buildup was beginning and I felt my whole body preparing for it. Holy hell, this was going to be big.

“Yes, Tristan, right there!” I screamed out. The way he was fucking me had the balls hitting the spot that would take me to heaven.

Tristan pulled out and pushed in and that was it. He had moved in such a way that it hit the spot. The balls were being forced by his dick and hitting the exact spot that I needed them to hit. My orgasm raced through my body, causing me to scream out. I’d never in my life felt my pussy contracting with my orgasm like it was. Tristan continued to fuck me as my orgasm continued to go on, and on, and on.

“Can’t . . . take . . . anymore!” I yelled out.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is squeezing down on my cock, Ryn. Baby I’m going to come.”

Tristan’s words threw me into another orgasm; I began yelling out incoherently. I felt him stilling inside my body as I slowly felt myself grounded again. “Baby, I need you to stand.” pqdm.com