Jesse poured a healthy amount of the lube into his palm, but before he had the chance to spread it on the toy, the next lash of the whip fell across his shoulders. Jesse’s spine straightened, and a small whimper escaped his throat. How could he concentrate on doing what he needed to do as the heat spread through his body? But if he wanted to ride Emma, he would need to find a way.
He took the dildo between both hands, coating it with his slick palms. Drops oozed down to the fake balls and then onto Emma’s skin, glistening as it goaded Jesse into distraction. It would be so easy to reach down and caress her, push the lube into her own ass and finger f**k her as he settled onto the toy. The hunger in her eyes begged him to.
But a second strike across the upper swell of his buttocks jerked
