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I feel him in my bones, in my lungs, in my throat. My heart is wrapping around this memory, and my body will never be the same. He hammers hard, pitching me forward, his glare mirroring mine is so intense, it’s almost dangerous as I answer his brutality, “Yes, Beau.”
“Then fuck me too, Blair.”
Clicking the remote in my hand triggers the massager in his ass, and he grabs my shoulder harder, heaving with a snarl. “Fuuck!” He’ll leave bruises, and I want him to. I want to wear Beau’s mark forever. “Fuck,” he shouts again, shaking his head, not believing the pleasure he must feel before he swears. “Fuck, Blair. Fuck you and your sweet cunt. Give me more.”
I click the remote again. I forget the toy’s many settings, but it doesn’t matter; it changes the light in Beau’s eyes. It goes from desire to depravity. Staring back at me, he’s untamed now.
He’s unleashed.
He’s savage.
Yanking my shoulder, he lifts me, his hand reaching around to choke my neck, pressing my back to his granite chest. Pressing his hissing lips to my ear, his other hand pinches my nipple while he bullies, “You like fucking me, Blair? You like fucking my kinky ass while I fuck your tight, little cunt?”
“Yes.” I can pant through his perfect strangle. The way we’re fucking, the way we look in the mirror, I’m staring at our reflection and the truth. We look bestial. We look crude. We look beautiful and meant to be together. “Yes, Beau. Fuck me. Give me all you got.”
I click the remote again, not afraid of the pain. Not scared of what his cock, of what his body is doing to mine, because I equally claim him, too. I was the first to breach his ass. I was the first to give him this pleasure, to free him of his shame, to fulfill his desire.
“You want my cock, Blair? You want my ass too?” And he knows it, biting my neck and asking, “You’re going to remember me, aren’t you? You’re going to remember you were the first to fuck my ass, and I love it. Damn, it feels so good. I love you in my ass while I fuck your wet pussy, too.”
The next click I press on the remote sends him reeling. He cries out, throwing his chin up like he’s wounded in the best way. He almost stumbles, holding our bodies up, but he’s too strong, too trained to stay on his feet, and he does.
“Blair,” he leans over me, gasping in my ear. “Blair, baby, make yourself come with me.” I reach down, rubbing the remote against my hard clit. He sees it, and it only connects us more. “Yes, baby. Just like that.” He stares at me in the mirror, his words seizing my heart. “You’re mine now, aren’t you? Just like I’m yours.”
“Yes,” I cry out, shocked by the tears suddenly biting at my eyes, at my heart hurting, but my body soaring.
Our truth is too much. Our reflection is too beautiful. Our bodies feel too good together. Our hearts won’t survive this, but I confess it anyway. “Yes, Beau, I’m yours. I alwayswas.”
It’s the truth, and it’s a lie. I’ll always belong to him, but he’ll never be mine.
Reaching down, he doesn’t stop gently choking my neck while his other hand finds mine. Like he’s holding my hand, he cups it over my clit, feeling the heat of where our bodies are joined.
“I loved you, Blair,” he confesses, his lips, his whiskers brushing against my cheek, his gaze locked to mine in the reflection. “I loved you, and I feel it again. I still do.”
My tears drop, because it feels too good, finally letting Beau inside me, inside my heart.
Sometimes, we meet that person, the one we’re meant to be with, and we can’t have either.
Love is cruel and wonderful that way.
I can say it. I can confess it, too, because we know the truth. We feel it. “I love you, too, Beau,” I sigh. Because we will let the other go.
Love doesn’t trap people. It sets you free, and we will. We let our desire free, too.
I let the spark escape, the explosion igniting in my clit. The rush of burning emotions, along with my orgasm, turns into sweet fire through my veins, my body shaking and screaming in his grasp.
The clenching of my sex around his hammering cock almost hurts, but I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want him to stop while he grips my neck so hard; he’ll strangle me while his orgasm chokes him, too.
It’s like his throat is in my grasp, the veins on his loud grunting neck popping, his jaw clenching. He can’t eventalk through his orgasm; his gaze is trapped to mine, his body lurching, almost tumbling us over, but I brace my hands against the counter and steady our quaking bodies.
“Fuck,” he finally huffs, letting go of my neck. “Fuck, Blair. I can’t see,” he huffs again, kissing my back, pressing his forehead to it. “My goddamn legs are weak.” His panting breath steams my skin. “That felt so good, baby; I think I’m gonna pass out.”
“Please,” I manage to beg. “Please don’t pass out with a vibrator in your ass. I may never get it out.”
He starts chuckling, his big body shaking against mine. He softly kisses my back several times because we’ve said too much, so we say nothing now.
We just exhale as he withdraws from my bruised body. He starts freeing his cock and balls, but when it’s time to take the massager out, I turn to help, but he holds his palm up to stop me.
“I got this,” he insists. So I stand at the vanity, watching him try in the reflection, and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Think I can have some privacy?”
