“Why not try the bottle style, baby girl?” I said, voice low.
I picked up the thick, curved silicone toy under the carpet — the one we’d started calling “the bottle.” It was already slick and warm.
She laughed under her breath, the sound turning into a soft shiver when I pressed the flared tip between her cheeks and rubbed it slowly up and down. “You and that damn bottle…”
“You love it.” I leaned over her, kissed the side of her neck, then bit down just hard enough to make her jolt. “Ass up higher. Open for me.”
She arched obediently. I took my time working the toy into her, watching the way her body stretched around the thickest part. Slow, steady pressure until the flare locked it in place deep inside her. The moan she let out when it finally seated made my c**k throb hard against my
