Lena The Plug Sex Scene Novels & Stories

“…they’ll see exactly what happens when you threaten what’s ours.” Elena lifted her head, stared straight at that distant red eye. Then she smiled—slow, filthy, cum-smeared. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks wider around the plug. “Let them watch,” she breathed. “Let them see how wet I get knowing they can’t touch.” Luca growled, already hardening again. Matteo’s hand cracked across her ass—sharp, stinging. “Greedy fucking slut.” She moaned, pushing back for more.

“And I’m never letting you go.” Elena came hard in his arms, clinging to him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. The afternoon stretched into another long, indulgent marathon. They returned inside to the master bedroom. Damian introduced a new element — a small, luxurious vibrating plug he had ordered. He spent a long time preparing her, using plenty of lube and his fingers to gently stretch her tight rear entrance while his mouth worked her clit. When the plug was seated comfortably, he turned it on low and fucked her pussy slowly from behind, the dual sensations driving her wild.

She loved it. "Look at her," Cole said breathlessly. "Taking us both like a fucking slut." Everett was gripping her hair, thrusting into her mouth in rhythm with Cole's deep strokes. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, wet slaps, groans, and dirty praise. "You belong to us now," Everett growled. "This is your place. On your knees. On your back. With our cocks in you." "Yes," Lena sobbed around him. Her body clenched and quivered. She came hard, stars bursting behind her eyelids. Cole didn’t stop. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her into every thrust until he spilled deep inside her, with her name on his lips.

Her ass slowly turning red from each smack even as he eventually moves to take out his fingers from deep within her tight hole. Another whimper rising, this time from the loss of contact that his hand had provided. “Patience” Alex quick in reaching for the anal plug, as Alex move to lather it up before moving to place the tip of it at the base of her entrance. “Breathe” was all that was heard before he moves to push it deep inside of her. The plug now sliding into place until all you could see was the faux fur tail. “Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous.”

*Tyler's POV I had Lena bent over the edge of my bed, her face was already buried in my pillow while I fucked her from behind. She was moaning into the fabric, ass up, back arched the way she knew I liked. Her pussy was wet and warm, gripping me decently, but it wasn’t doing it for me tonight. Not the way it used to. “Harder, baby,” she gasped, pushing back against me as her face was filled with the euphoric feeling of sex.

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

He returned with a silver tray holding several items that made my pulse spike: a thick black silicone plug, a sleek remote-controlled vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a length of soft red rope. My mouth went dry. “Sir…” “Shh.” He set the tray on the nightstand and climbed back onto the bed, pulling me up to sit between his spread thighs, my back against his chest. His semi-hard cock nestled against my ass, already stirring again. “You’re doing beautifully, Elena. But I want to push you a little further tonight. Color?” “Green,” I whispered immediately. The word felt natural now, like breathing. “Good girl.” His hands roamed my body possessively, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples until

Chapter 137 Weekend Submission. Lena’s POV The footsteps outside the conference room eventually faded away, but my heart kept racing long after the danger passed. Mr. Kane had held me perfectly still on his cock, one hand still pinching my nipple hard enough to make tears sting my eyes while the other kept those two fingers buried deep in my ass. When the silence finally returned, he had fucked me to a shattering finish right there against the glass, my breasts pressed to the cool window as the city sparkled below us.

"She is my fated Mate, a gift from the Moon Goddess. Of course I love her. I don't want to hurt her, which is why she can't find out about this. I also need a poised, perfect Luna to keep the pack stable." He paused, his tone turning cruel and playful. "But a man needs a little fun on the side. And besides her, you're my favorite. Isn't that enough?" "Really? Oh, Alpha, you're so bad…" Seraphina giggled, pressing her lips to his. Kaelen shoved her roughly against a tree, and they fell into a tangle of limbs. The thick stench of lust, mixed with musk and cheap perfume, drifted toward me on the night air.

Own. “Yes, Ryder.” Jesus, the moment those two words leave her mouth, my dick pulses in response, ready to give her everything I’ve got. Taking a deep breath, I pull my fingers out of her pussy. She lets out a small whine in protest, but a second later, I push the plug all the way into her ass, and that whine turns into a sharp mewl. “Fuck, she looks beautiful,” Zane mutters from the bed. As if Lila suddenly remembers we aren’t alone, she stiffens up completely. “Is he staying?”