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My whimpers are muffled, but he can tell I’m close. He releases my hair, pushing me down as his body presses me onto the wood. His hips move lightning fast as he fucks me violently. Then he tugs the rosary beads from my body, and an orgasm so powerful rips through me, causing my body to shudder, and I cry out against his hand.
My pussy pulses around his length, pulling him in, pushing him out. Needing more. Needing less. And then I feel him thicken. But before he comes, he pulls out, and I feel the heat of his release on my ass. His grunt is basal, animalistic, and I love it.
We don’t move for a while. My body is too sore to even fathom standing up. My knees are jelly, my mind adrift with pleasure. Then his hands are on me. Cleaning me. He lowers my skirt, helps me into his chair, and I notice he’s already tucked into his slacks.
“That was . . . I mean, I’ve never . . . ,” he starts, but can’t find the words. I meet his gaze, offering him a smile. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. You gave me what I wanted.” And it’s true. I wanted him. The real him. The man beneath the collar. “Where do we go from here?” I ask, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I don’t want him to tell me to leave. But I know he can’t ask me to stay.
“We, my sweet little lamb,” he says, cupping my face in his hands, “figure out how on earth we’re going to make this work.” With that, he plants a soft kiss on my lips, and my heart leaps in to my throat at the thought that he wants me.
When he pulls away, I meet his gaze dead on. “You mean . . . This . . . You want me?” He nods. His expression is serious as he watches me.
“I want you. In every way I can have you, Sage. I’ve wanted you for months. After today, I know this isn’t where I’m meant to be. This path I’ve been led down has brought me you. Now it’s time for me to choose.”
“And you choose me?” I quip, my lips curl into a happy smile.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re as filthy as I am. You do realize you had rosary beads in your cute little ass. Right?” I swat him on the shoulder, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Don’t worry. Next time, it will be my cock.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.” I wink cheekily as I peek up at him.
His hands trail down my arms, over my hips, and he grips my ass in his big, strong hands. “Don’t doubt I’ll catch you, and I’ll keep you forever.”
Epilogue
4 months later
I was given a choice. When I weighed up my feelings, against what I’d done, there was only one thing I could do. It was her. It had always been her, and when I realized that, I knew I needed to make another change in my life.
Walking away from the church was an easy decision. Easier than leaving Sage. Life affords us all a fork in the road. It’s up to us to listen to our hearts. With her, I did.
“Reid,” her voice calls to me from the living room. Pushing off my chair, I head toward the open space. When I left the church, she was heading to college, and we decided to buy a small home in the city of Vancouver. It’s close to school for her, and I now work from home running my own security business. The only time I get into the office is when I’m needed for urgent meetings. Other than that, I have time to spend at home with Sage.
I’m also offering advice to those who are coming out of rehab. Working closely with social workers and psychologists, I’ve come to love what I do.
As soon as I enter the room, I find her on the floor, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, and her long, slender legs on display. A pencil is stuck in her mouth, and the only thing I can think about is sliding my now-hardening cock between her plump lips.
“Can you help me with this essay? It’s been frustrating me, and it feels like I’m talking about the same thing in circles.” Her frustration is evident. Cute and alluring as only Sage can be.
“And what’s got you talking in circles, dirty girl?” I ask, using the nickname she’s earned. The feisty little minx is a sensual little toy when she wants to be. Her gaze darts up to me, and she smiles. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’ve been talking about Da Vinci and the paintings he’s completed, but you know a lot about this. It feels repetitive. Can you read through it?” I make my way over to where she is, lifting the pages she’s been scribbling on, and settle back on the sofa. The sun streams in from the glass patio doors, and I revel in the happiness that’s filled our home.
