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Chapter1

Chapter2

Chapter3

Chapter4

Chapter5

Chapter6

Chapter7

ShamelessGame

AlsobyKellyFinley

Acknowledgments

“TheQueenofSpice”

promisethisvibratorwillcurlyourtoes”Iholdtheredsextoylikeatrophyforthecouple

LikeI’magameshowhostess offeringthemagrandprize.“Andit’sshapedlikearose,soit’stheperfectgiftforyoutonight,forValentine’s.” “Really?”

ThecustomerreveresthetoyinmyhandasifI’mgivingheramillionorgasmsandnotdollars. Andhopefully…Iam.

Icrushmydayjobworkinginanadultstore.Icanreadanotherperson’skinklikeasmuttynovel.

Chapter One: The sweetwife is into this. She needs sextoys like her nextbreath. She’s desperate. She’s frustrated. Her clit’ssolonely,shedoesn’tcome,shecries

Chapter Two: Thepreppyhusband’segoiswaybigger thanhisselfishdick.He’suptight.Hisnavycorduroypantschafe histhighsandmypatience

ChapterThree:Deepdown,likeeveryhumanwithaheartbeat,they’recurious.Theireyesconsiderthesextoyinmyhand beforetheirgazenervouslydartsacrossthestoretoseeifanothercustomeriswatchingus.

LikeI’msellingillegaldrugsandnotorgasms.

Butthey’retheonlycustomerstonight,andIcanfeelthiswoman’sdesperationinmysoul.Itmatchesmine.Notforsex,for otherreasons,butstill,Iknowwhatit’sliketowantsomethingsobadyourhearthurts SoIwanthertobehappy Thehusbandscoffs,puttinghisnoseintheair,“Whatifitdoesn’twork?” Say what?

Thismandarestoquestionmysexpertise?

Whointhepussy-helldoeshethinkheis?

Isoftlygrin, myeyes scanninghimlike a laser He’s almostforty His wife looks the same Butclearly, CorduroyCunt KillerhereisanamateurbecausemeandtheentirestateofSouthCarolinacanreadhisfrustratedwife’sface.

He’scluelessbecause,likeTheSpiceGirls,Icantellyouwhatshe really, really wants Hell,I’mtemptedtosingthesong andtwerkitinhis face until he gets the message your wife really, really wants to getwiththatten-inchrealistic-looking dildo onthe shelf Isaw her eyes admiringitearlier as ifit’s the promised land for her pussy She really, really wants that satisfyingclitoralvibratorthatfeelslikeastarvinganimaleatingherpussy,too. Hell,whatwomandoesn’t?

But when I suggested it, her husband said that vibrator was too expensive The frugal fucker Who puts a price on pleasure?Hedoesbecauseclearly,Mr.StingyDickhasn’tfoundhiswife’sclityet.

Iswear,sometimes,weshouldalsosellthosebrightredwandlightstheyuseatairports Likesomewomenneedthemto gettheir partners to land a tongue, or a dick, or a finger, or whatever itis home to their clit. It’s like, “Come inhotfor the landing,folks Clitlandisrighthere!”

Butno,I’maprofessional.Isellsextoys.It’sliterallymyjobtoalsomakeassholeshappy.

Delta’s is an upscale adult store specializing in the ultimate customer experience. As staff, we’re all knowledgeable,

experienced,anddiscreet Theownerandhermenwill evengiveyouaprivatedemonstrationofourproductsorletyoutest themyourselfifyoumakeitintoourexclusiveclubonthethirdfloor.

“Ipromiseit’llwork,”Iassuretheman,usingmy100%orgasmicsatisfaction-guaranteedsmile

“Ifyouaren’tthrilledwith yourpurchase,wewillgladlyofferastorecredit.”

“Let’sjusttryit,honey”Thewomangentlytugsatherhusband’splaidsleeve “I’msureit’llwork” Buthedoesn’tlooksold.He’sactuallyscowlingatasextoy.

Oh,andnowIsee

He’s one of those.

Wegetthesepussy-emergenciesinthestoreatleastonceaday menwhothinktheir dicksarewizards.Toysandkink threatenthem

Don’ttheygetit?Noteverywandismagic.

He’sclearlynoHarryPotterofPussies

“Itell youwhat.”ButIwill not letthiswomandown.Givingorgasms is mymissioninlife.Well,thatandgettingthem. “I’llthrowinsomefreesamplesofourbestlubricant Itreallyincreasesthesensitivity”

Idomybest,andIwantanOscar.Ilaymylady-egodownforthismanbecauseIwanttosnapathim,“Look!Yourdickis notGod’sgifttowomen.No,it’sturningyourpoorwife’spussyintosandpaperbecauseyoupokeyourlittlewoodaroundinit, onlyrubbingoneoffforyourself”

ButMr.EbenezerScrewlessstillwaversatmykindoffer.Hepurseshisnervous,thinlips,tappinghisfootinfancybrown loafers He’sgotmoneybutdoesn’twanttospenditonhisdesperatewife’spleasure

What’sthatsaying?Ahappywifeequalsahappylife.

Yeah,well,inmyprofessionalexperience,ahornywifeequalsahappyhusband.You’dthinkmenwouldbewillingtogo bankruptinastorelikethis.

“We also have some free samples of… rings, ” I coax, raising his eyebrow. “Rings for men. They really add to your pleasure”

Ofcourse,ifImakeitabouthim,he’ssold.

Delta’sdoesn’tgivecockringsawayforfree,butI’masdesperateasthispoorwoman Iknowthegutwrenchofdreamingforsomething,anditnevercomes.Partofyoufeelsselfish,likethereare real problems outthere;how dare youfeel sad.Butthe other halfofyouis slowlydying,watchingsomeone else swiminhappiness when you’dgiveanythingforjustonedrop.

Iswear,I’mmakingthissaletonight,sohelpme,GloryHoleGods.

StaceyEvans,theownerofDelta’s,won’tmindifIthrow inacockringtohelpthissadwife Stacey’smyboss,andshe builtthispalaceforthepinkhole,forwomenmainly,andshesupportsus.Shedreamsofhappypussiesacrosstheland,too. “Fine,”Mr PettyPenishuffs,“throwinsomefreebies,andlet’sgetoutofhere”

Hegrabshiswife’shandandleadsheroutoftheshowroomwithitsblackwallsglowingunderwarmlighting.Billowing ivorysilkcurtainspuddleonthegleamingwoodenfloors,andglassshelvesbrimwithhigh-endsextoyspresentedovercustom ivorydisplaycabinetsfeaturingluxuriouslingerie

IfRodeoDrivewereasexshop,thiswouldbetheplace.

Ifollowthemwithasatisfiedsmirk,myredheelsclickingdownthegrandstaircase

Delta’sisinaHistoricCharlestonsinglehouse.Thecoralthree-storyhomehasanarrowfrontwithanivy-lacedirongate tothesidewalkandthecobblestoneroadoutside You’dneverknowbythetraditionaloutsidethattheinsideisfullofmodern kink.

Whenyouenter fromthe wide side porch piazzas, as we call them youoverlooka secluded courtyard and step throughtheblackdouble-woodendoorswhereaguardstands,welcomingyouintoanelegantparlor Staceykepttheillusionof proprietyuponfirstglance,butwhenyouventureupstairs,eachopulentroomisdesignedforseduction.

Ifollowourguestsdownstairstothecheck-outcounterinthefrontparlor Really,thecounterisastately,antiquewooden deskwheremysister,Vale,clicksawayonherlaptop.

MytwinglancesupatourapproachandreadsthelookIgiveher

“Make this quick. This man is a Dead Stick, and this sweet woman needs these toys to put some life back in her Lady Jane.”

Vale quicklychecks themout, smilingas she hands thema full, black, glossybagwithour signature gold ribbonand the letter D embossedinscript.

“Thankyousomuch,Blair,”thewifesays,offeringmeatenderhandshake Herpalmiswarm,andIsmilebecauseshe’sgettinghotwithanticipation,andI’msureatleastthatvibratorwillsatisfyher tonight.

“Ofcourse.You’resowelcome,”Icoo,sneakingawinkather.“HaveaHappyValentine’s.”

Butsilently,myeyestellher, “Girl, come back anytime. I got your cunt covered.”

Once theyleave andJace,our guard,closes the doors behindthem,Vale rumbles,“Who’s more pathetic? Me,doingour accountingonValentine’sDay,oryou,whodoesn’thaveadatetonight?”

“Fuckyou,StinkyPinky”Ilaughatmytwin Wehavethesameravenhairandgrayeyes We’reidenticalandnothingalike Vale looks like a XXX-rated WednesdayAdams, while I prefer the classic sexkittenlook, all curves and no shame. “The night’sstillyoung It’sonlysixo’clock,andI’vegotlikethirty-fourlikesIcananswertonight”

“Bitch,please.You’renotgoingonTinder.”Valedoesn’tevenlookupfromherscreen.“Weallknowyou’regoinghometo writemoreorcporn”

“They’renotorcs,”Ihuff,ploppingdownonthecornerofthedesk.“They’re Vulgarians.They’realienloverswhobreed withhumansforbothspeciestosurvive.”

“Thisone’smyfavoritesofar”

Jace calls outfromhis stool bythe door, wavingthe tattered bookinhis hand, and Icringe. Ilove thathe devours my smuttyscience-fictionromancenovels,butplease Crackingspinesisafelony Hismassivehandscan’thelpit,Iguess

“Thanks,”Imustermyreplywithadefeatedsmile.“Thatmeansalot,Jace.”

Onlyinasexshopwouldtheynotjudgemysidehustle TotherestofCharleston,youshouldseethejudgmentwhenthey askmewhatIwrite,andIanswerhonestly.

Usually,I’minthemoodforit.Igetasickthrill.Mydefaultsettingisshameless.

“Iwriteaboutbigbluealienswithgargantuancocksfuckinghumanssotheycansurvive”IgrinwithgleewhenIexplain myfictionalworld,“Ittakestenalienstobreedwithonehumanuntilthehumanisspillingwiththeirmagicalalienmilk.”

Deadsilenceistheirusualreply Followedbywideeyes,anervoussmile,andatittering“that’snice”beforetheycan’trun awayfastenough.

Butlately,I’mexhausted.

Idon’tliketalkingaboutmybooks.Mydreamisdying,soIdon’thavetheenergytoopennarrowminds.

IworkalldayatDelta’stopaythebills,andIcan’tcomplain.Ilovethisjob.I’msurprisedIevengotitbecauseIdaredto shamelesslypropositionmyboss’smenthefirsttimeImetthem Ithoughtitwasamarketingstunt thatStaceyEvans,theexwifeofthedisgracedcriminalsenator,isnowinapublicpolyculewiththreehotmen.

Butno,it’strueandvaginalnirvana

Stacey’smyheroine,myeroticemployerwhokeepsmylightsonbecauseI’mlosinghope.Ialwaysfightwithmytwin,but weloveeachother,andValeknewIwasintrouble,soshevouchedformeandgotmethisjob.

I’msobroke.Ijustneedthatbigbreak.Mybooksdookay,butalienpagepornisrarelyonthebestseller’slist.

Thispastyear,I’vebeenshovingcoinsintothesmutmachineoflife,andallitspitsoutismypride.Everytwomonths,I publishabook,pullingtheindieauthorlever,butallthatappearsonthespinningreelsasIcrossmyfingersis brokenheart, brokenheart,brokenheart.

Idon’tknowhowmuchmoreIcantake IfeellikeI’monebookawayfromgivingup Imean,IearnedadegreeinPsychology.Igota4.0.MaybeIshouldgiveuponmydreamandjustgofuckwithmindsinan officialcapacity.

ThebluelaptopscreenlightsupVale’sface,herblackrazor-sharpbangsframingherfocusedeyeswhilesheshares

“I’ve gotto figure outhow Imessed up this accountingsoftware before Staceyfinds out, so youstayonthe floor.” She bossesme “Anddon’tfuckupor fuck in thatskirt IletyouwearittopromoteValentine’s,butit’sthreehundreddollars,and thatbraisahundred,soputthembackwhenweclose.”

Vale’sthemanager,andonlyshe,withherrulesandsternfocus,couldparchapussyworkinginasexstoreallday Iglance downatthe luxe redbralette andtightmatchingpencil skirt.The leather feels like warmbutter againstmyskin, whilethecoolgold-platedringsandmiddlezipperthrillmyflesh.Thelongslitupthefrontcenterrunssohighthatabreeze teasesmykitty,too,whileValeannoysme

“Whatcrawledupyourpussanddied?”Iask.

“Yourtitsfloatinglikeballoonsinmyface,andthisdamntransactionIcan’tfind” Mysister’sfoulmoodisconstant,likeair.She’snotevenlookingatme.

“WegotmatchingDcups,andyou’rejustpissedbecausenoone’ssippedyoursinmonths”

“Yeah,”shehuffs,“I’mjealousofyour kitten fishing.” Irollmyeyes.OurDNAmatches;shecanfeelmedoit.

“I’mnotlyingaboutwhoIamonline Ijustdon’tshareeverything” “Likeyourheart.”Shefinallysnapsherglanceupatme.“Youdon’ttellthemthatyou’reallergictolove,andthentheygo andfallforyou,CaspertheKinkyGhost,andgettheirheartsbroken” “Idon’tghostthem.Islow fade.”Ishrug.“Noonegetshurtthatway.” “No,youchew ‘emupandspit‘emoutlikeday-oldtobacco,”Valescoffs withher mockinggrin.“Andthat’s whenthey findoutyoudon’tswallow,either.”

Inarrowmyeyes.“Whencumstartstastinglikevanilla,I’llswallow.Untilthen,whatdumbassswallowssaltybleach?”

Jacedoesthatflattirething, pffftting bythedoor.He’ssupposedtokeephisstoiccomposureandlooklikedeathinaTom Fordsuit,butweknowhissecret.Hisheartisasbigashisbody,andthatdickI’veclockedhanginglikealimbinhispants. Buthe’snotmytype

Igofortheemotionallyunavailable.IwantlovelikeIwantayeastinfection. Why?

Loveonlydisappoints.It’storture.It’ssaltpouredintoagapingwound,fillingyouwithagonywhenyoulovesomeoneyou can’thave,soI’velockedmyheartawaywhileIletmykittyroamfree Shekeepsmesatisfied.

Glancingaroundthestore,Inoteit’sempty.Eroticloungemusicfillsthequietair,pipedinthroughspeakers,andIsigh. “Thisisgonnabealongnight We’vegotnocustomers”

“We’ve beenslammed all week.” Vale stands and turns, pickingup a shippingbox. “Enjoythe break, and here,” she thruststheboxintomyarmssheathedinlong,tightredleathergloves “restockthesebuttplugs Wecan’tkeepthemonthe shelves.”

Thesebuttplugsaremyfavorite,too,andI’dratherfeelfriskythanboredtonight SoafterIclickbackupstairs,Iduckinto thepowderroomonthesecondfloorandpartakeinthefun.Ofcourse,lavenderhandsoapandcottoncandylubeareinhere. Iuseboth,musing… maybe I won’t go home and write tonight. MaybeI’llstartanewTinderchatandseewhofeelslikecuffing,pairingupjustfortheholidayforlove StupidCupid.

Thatbabywithhisdamnarrowputswaytoomuchpressureonpussiestocoupleupforthenight OrmaybeI’mkiddingmyself.

OnceIgentlyputthelongblackcattailbuttplugin,itexcitesmyasswhileIsnaponitsmatchingblackcollarthatreads “BADKITTY”intinyrhinestones.Laughingatmyselfinthemirroroverthewhitepedestalsink,whoamIkidding? I’m going home tonight.IwritemybeststuffwhenI’mwearingabuttplug,andIhaveachaptertofinishand…

Asubtlechimeringsout

That’sthedoorbelltothemainentrance,andwemaybebusyafterall.Good,Ineedsomeentertainment.

Smoothingmyleatherskirtbackdown,hellyes,I’mhidingthistail Theteaseinspiresmycatandpages Through the thick, paneled door to the powder room, I hear heavy footsteps thudding up the wooden stairs, the sound aimingfortheshowroom.

It’s a man

He’sprobablybuyingsomethingforhiswife,husband,oradate,andIknowbetter.Igivehimsomeprivacy.I’llwaitafew minuteswhileheexploresthetoysbeforeIsaunterin,offeringhelp

Inspectingmyselfinthemirror,Iopenthecabinetithides,wheremymake-upbagawaits.Carefully,IpaintonmyGucci scarletredlipstick;it’stheonetreatIallow myselfbeforeIcheckmyteethanddrapemyhairovermyshoulder,liftingboth high.

Let’s go sell more orgasms

Makingmyclickingapproachinheelsobvious,Iroamthehallway,prowlingtowardtheshowroomdoorway ButIstopthere.

Thesightbeforemesuddenlyarrestsmystepsandheart,mylungssoftlygasping,therestofmybodypurringoninstinct Thesolecustomerisatallman.He’sgothisbacktomewithhisbroadshoulderswrappedinacozy,cable-knittedcream sweater Hisuntuckedblackt-shirthangsunderneathit ItdrapesoverhisGeorgiapeachofanassthatlookssojuicyinthose fadedjeansIclenchmyteeth.Thoseexpensiveall-whiteAirJordanshe’ssportingarerareintheseparts.They’reexotic.This isloafersandflip-flopscountry.

He’sclearlynotalocal,glidingopenourdisplaydrawerswiththelingerieinside,featuredinthemeswithmatchingtoys

HeknowsI’mhere,standinginthedoorway.Myheelswereasloudasamarchingband,buthedoesn’tturnaround.AllI canseeishislargelefthand,histhickfingerswearingnoweddingbandlingeringoverthegoodieshe’sfound “HowmayIhelpyou?”

Idon’tgivethecustomersachoice

Myquestionisacommand,andwiththismanandhisdarkhairneatlytrimmedalonghissuntannedneck,hishardmuscles obviousandripplingundersoftcotton,I’dconsiderdonatinganorgantohim.

He doesn’tneed to turnaround for me to know his face matches his body It’s so fuckable, and ifhe’s single, he’s mine tonight.

Thisyummyweightinmyassthrillsmyclit Thislong,fluffytailhidingundermyskirtteasesthebackofmythighs This viewofhisposteriormakesmefeellikeatigerontheprowl.Mygod,Iwanttopounceonhimandturnhiswide,rippedback intomyscratchingpost.

“Yes, youmayhelp me,” he replies withoutturningaround, soundinggruffand aroused. “Do youhave a FrenchMaid’s outfit?”

Isheshy?Ishehard?Isheembarrassedbyhiskinkorjustsofocusedonfindingtheperfectgift?Ican’tbesure,buthe’s notturningaround;themysterygrowingthicklikeI’msurehiscockisbythesecond.

Curiously,hepullsopenanotherivory-lacquereddrawer,andthoughIhaveareligionagainstmopping, I’d be his French maid.Amanlikethat?I’dlickhimcleanwithmytongue.Idon’tcareifhedoesn’ttastelikevanilla.

That’sanathlete’sbody;Iknowit

Luckywoman.Menlikethataren’tsingleoralone.Theyswatpussyawaylikeflies,butstill,mine’sbuzzingwithcuriosity.

“Yes,”Ianswer “Yourdirtymaidawaitsintheseconddraweronyourright Justunderyournaughtynurse” Ican’tresist.Hemaybetaken,butIcanstill flirt.It’s myjob,likesellingwater tofish,andmyteasingjokemakes him chuckle.Iseeitshakehisbeefyshoulders.

“Issheundertheeasycheerleader?”

Andhe’steasingback,reachingforthedrawer,permyinstructions,andwhoisthisman?He’sgottabeaproathletewith thatreference

“Yes,”Iplayalong.“TheeasycheerleaderliesontopofOfficerOrgasmandherpinkhandcuffs.And,ofcourse,thebad schoolgirllikesbeingonthebottom”

“Now, we’re talking. Amaid or a schoolgirl,” he half moans, half laughs, and my pussy throbs, getting way ahead of herself.

She’salreadyupstairs,inourthird-floorsexsalon,leapingintotheswingforhimandspreadingherlegssohecanpether tail.

“Isthatwhatyouwanttonight?”Myvoicecan’thidemyheat “Doyouneedmetohelpyouchoosewhatyoudesire?Some cleaningorsomeschooling?”

This man may be taken and off-limits, but damn, you know what they say about men with big hands like that. They’re fondlingthe see-throughblacktulle of the maid’s outfit, pickingit up and caressingit inhis grasp, and I want those hands aroundmyneck.Iwantthemslappingmyass.Iwantthosestrappingthighsinjeans,nakedandforcingmineopen.Andthatass, Iwanttoscratchitwhilehefucksmehardand

“Whychoose?”Hestartstoturnaround,histonesoundingflirty,andmaybethere’shope.Maybehe’ssingle.“Whycan’tI playwithtwotonight?”Hischiseledjaw slowlycurves,revealinghisdarkbeard,neatlytrimmed,andIcantell hisfull lips aresmiling,too.

ButthenImeethislaughingaquaeyes…and… “YOU?”

Isneerasmyfleshignites,myheartburstingintoflames.Iglareathim.I’mstaringdownSatan’ssexiestspawn.

ThelasttimeIspoketothisman,Ipunchedhisdick

“YOU THINK YOU CAN OUT-KINK ME?”

hatethiswomansomuchI’dlovetofuckher

That’sararesentimentfromme,butBlair Monroeisararebreed.She’sthekindofwomanwhomakesasiren,luring mentotheirdeath,seemlikeasaint

Hell,sheevenluredmeincloseenoughtopunchmydick.Mytoolwassoreforaweek.EverydamntimeIthrewtheball, I’dwince,cursinghername.

“BeauBronson,”shehisses my namenowlikewe’rerightbackincollege. Thatwaseightyearsago,buthellhasnoexpirationdate.

IforgotBlair’sfromCharleston,andI’dratherrunintoabrickwalltonightthanher It’dbesofter Theonlythingthatfeels goodaboutthissurprisereunion?

I ran into her in a sex shop

I walked here frommy hotel, where I met some celebrities, some guys I have a man crush on. I could tell they were enjoyingaValentine’sdinnerwiththeirhotwivesandmuchmore.Lustfilledtheairaroundthem.Itseemedliketheirwives werepracticallycomingattheirtable,moaningovertheirmealsabouthowgreatDelta’sis.

Whatfuckingidiotignoresanendorsementlikethat?

SohereIam,veryhorny,withlingerieinmygrasp,glaringdownatmyworstenemy “Blair,”Ismirk,“lookingferalasever.Iseetheyletyououtofyourlitterboxtotraipsearound.”

Touchingthatsexy-as-fuckcollar,itseemssheforgotshe’swearingit,andshe is aBADKITTY Averybadkitty Thekind whokillsyourpethamsterandbringsittoyouasagift.

“Beau,”shesmilesdaggers,“whatdidIteachyouincollege?Don’tusewordsyoucan’tspell.”

This is what we usually did; I fucked her roommate while Blair fucked with my head We had the kind of cherished friendshipwherewewereasshittyashumanlypossibletoeachother.

Itall started whenIputa male blow-up doll witha ten-inchpenis inher dormbed while she slept, and Itookpictures #BlairsBlowUpBoyfriendwentviraloncampus.WeevennamedhimPOP.

So for an entire month, she had randomstudents present me with six-inch Candy CumCovered Lollipops shaped like vanillapenisesduringeverysingleoneofmyclasses.Iactuallygrewtolikethem,lickingthemwithpride.

Tothankher,meandtheteamwrappedherHondaAccordintinfoil,sosheandherfriendssupergluedHookedonPhonics cardstomytruck

Somehow,whileIwaspassedout,sleepingwithmygirlfriend,Blair’sroommate,Blairunlockedmyphone.Shechanged all mycontactnames to “RyanGosling” and all myringtones to “GangnamStyle” So, Isnuckdarkself-tanner into her face moisturizer.Withhermilkywhiteskin,shelookedlikeapumpkin,gettingmoreorangebythehourinPsychologyclass. Itwasheaven,thehellweputeachotherthrough

Well, except for that one night whenBlair revealed she was actuallyhuman. She was verysoft and sweet, so I shared secretswithhernooneelseknew.ThenItriedreturningthegesturethenextnight,butIguessthefull moonwasout,andthe

witchhadreturned Sheforgotallwehadshared Shepunchedmydick,andithurtmyheartsobadIstoppedtalkingtoher Why?

Weweretooyoungbackthentorealizethere’sarazor’sedgebetweenattractionandanimusbecause,yes,dammit,Iknow whatthatwordmeansdespitehowBlairconstantlymockedmymind.

Ismirk,tryingnottobeseducedbyhersmileandthoseredlipsagain,whileIgorightbacktotauntingher “Incollege, you suretaughtmehowtospell‘masturbation.’”

Herstunningeyesnarrow,andthememorythatflashesacrossmymindhasmyalreadyintriguedcockgrowingwithinterest

“I’mnotembarrassedyoucaughtmefingeringmyself,”shereplies,anddamn,thedevilwearsaredleatherbraandskirt. Nosurprise.“Remember,Beau?Istoppedandpointedandshowedyouwheretheclitis.ThoughI’msure,likeanintelligent thought,youstillcan’tfindone”

“Irememberyouweremoaningmyname.”

“Ofcourse,”shesighs,rollinghereyes,“yourearshear‘Joe,’butyouregocatches‘Beau’” “TherewasnoJoeonourteam.”

“TherewasnoIQonyourteam”

“Andyet,youwantedtodatethem.”

“No.” She combs her red fingertips through her long black hair, and goddammit, Blair’s not a cock-tease. She’s cock torture “Iwanted to fuck them, but youtold themIhad Herpes SimplexEighty-One, and theywere so dumb as rocks they believedyou.”

Istartlaughing

Fuck, that was funny.

And yeah, some ofthose guys had a granite slab betweentheir ears. Butstill, theywere my team, and yeah, Isaid it. I spreadtherumorsaboutBlair.Imadesurenoneofthemfuckedher,andlikehell,ifI’llevertellhertherealreasonwhy. Itmakesmeask,“How’sReese?”

“Don’tknow Youweretheonefuckingher”

“Shewasyourroommatefortwoyears.”

“Andyouwereinher pussy fortwoyears,butitseemsyou’restilltoosmalltoleaveabigimpression” God,I’mnottwenty-nine;I’mtwenty-onealloveragain.

Blairdoesthistomeeverytime.

Becausedamn,how Iwanttoshovemytongueinher smartmouth.Iwanttoshutthosedamnredlips up,suckingtheair fromherlungsandblitzingherminduntil all sheknowsishowbigIreallyam.I’lldoitrightbeforeIshovehertoherknees andsilencehersasswithmyhardcockfuckingherthroat

Thesilkymaid’slingerieinmygrasptemptsme.

DoIwanttotieherwristswithit?DoIwanttostuffitinherrelentlessmouth?OrdoIwanttowatchherwearit?Watch herasshecleansupthemessshemadeofmyheart.

Still, it was our mess, Blair’s and mine. No one knew but us. I didn’t cheat onReese. I’mnot that kind of man. I just couldn’tdenymyattractiontoBlair,howitgrew,andhowIfoughtitlikehell Sodidshe.

Thatnight,weconfessedourattraction,oursecrets,andourguilt,too,butweneverdidanythingaboutit Blairwasatrue friend,andIwasafaithfulboyfriend.That’swhyitwasweirdhowReesejustghostedusattheendofoursenioryear,andwe neverknewwhy

“Whenwasthelasttimeyousawher?”Iask,notinghowBlairhasn’tmoved. It’slikethisisastandoff,andshewon’tlose.We’rebacktofighting,andIdon’thateit.

“Aweekbeforegraduation”Sheasks,“Whataboutyou?”

“Same.”

“Yougraduated?”

“Yeah,Igotmydiploma.”

“They’restillawardingfootballplayerscoloringbooks?”

“Yeah,”Ijokeback,“withcrimsoncrayons.Wewenttothesameuniversity.You’reonlyinsultingyourself.”

“No, you played for Alabama while I studied there.” She finally takes five steps toward me, and my pulse reacts. It remembersher Everythingaboutmerisesaroundher “Iputmynoseinpageswhileyouputyournoseinasscracks Andnow,” shesmirks,“you’reanexpertonmen’sballs,andI’manexpertonsmartbooks.”

Inod,willingmyeyesnottoadmireherincredibletitsforthethousandthtime Funny,mydicknoticesthemthough “Ifyou’resuchanexpertonsmart books,”Iaskher,“whyareyouworkingina sex shop?” Itflashesacrosshereyes.IknewI’dscorewiththategopunch. Ijusthurther.

Sowhydoesn’tthewinfeelgood?

“Sinceyou’resuchanexpertonplayingwithgrownmen,”sheanswers,“whyareyouhere,gettingoffonschoolgirl kink?” Acoughsuddenlypunchesmythroat.Itrytochokeitdown,butitescapes.Ican’tanswerthatquestion.Never.Shehittoo closetohome,andhersexydarkeyebrowarches,knowingit

ButIcanaskher,steppingevenclosertoher,socloseIcanstaredownatthegoosebumpsrisingonherflesh.“Whyare you heresellingkink?”

Shedoesn’tbackdown.Sheslowlybatsherlonglashes,cooing,“BecauseIlove kink.Iwritebooksaboutit.”

Thewayshestrokesthosewordsoverhertongue,itstrokesmyfirmingcocktoo Ijustfoundherpower,notherweakness Butit’smine.Kinkismykryptonite.IfIgettooclosetoit,Igetweak.Igiveintomydarkestdesires,whichIshouldn’t, anditfallsfrommytemptedlips.“Ilikekink,too.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Blair nods to the role-play lingerie in my hand “You’re getting kinky with your girlfriend tonight?”

“Nogirlfriends Never They’redistractions”

Mischieftwinklesinhergrayeyes.

Fuck, Iused to love this game withher More thanthe one I’mpaid to play Irelished how Blair challenged me Unlike everyoneelse,Icouldn’tintimidateher,thoughI’dtry,anditbecamemyfavoritesport, our favoritesport. Butnow,we’renotkidsanymore.I’mnotdatingherfriend.

We’redamngrown,andnothing’sstoppingus thiswild,pent-upurgetoripeachotherapart

Wehatedhowmuchwewantedtheother,andit’swickedhowtimeworks.Howwhenyouknowsomeonesowell,you’re rightbackinthatmomentwiththem,likeit’sbeeneighttorturousseconds,notyearssincewelastfought

Shestepsintomyshadow.Thearousingwaftofherperfume,thesameonesheworeincollege,makesthehairsonmyarms suddenly rise and fuck; how I finally want to dominate the hell out of Blair Monroe. Like, drag her to her knees like she droppedmetomine.

“Well,”shesmirks.“Whoareyouplayingwithtonight,Beau?”

“Wegowayback,Blair Whydon’tyouguessmygame?Ibetit’sthesameasyours” Her stunningeyes roamdownmybody,and Irelishhow mydickis surginghardagainstmyzipper.Iwanther to see it. HowIknow,yearsago,whenIcaughtBlairmasturbatinginherdormroom,shewasmoaningmy name

Reesehadgivenmeherkey,andIranbacktoherroomtogetherflashcardsforherEconomicsexam.Shesaidsheforgot andleftthemonherdesk,butI’llneverforgetwhatIsawwhenIarrived.

Theyhadadormsuitewithdesks,asofa,andakitchenetteinthefrontroomandasharedbedroomintheback.So many nights,I’dfallasleepinReese’stwinbedwithherpassedoutinmyarms.Reese’sdrinkingwasexcessive.SoI’dlieawake andsometimescatchBlairwatchingus,andI’dwatchherback

We wouldn’tsayanything. We’d juststare ateachother, and Iloved how the lamplightoutside their window letme see Blairathersoftestmomentsbeforeshe’dturnandputherbacktome

Butnotthatday.

Blairdidn’thearmecomeintotheirsuite.ButIheardher.Iheardmynameinhermoan,anditwentstraighttomycock,so Ipeekedintotheirbedroom

The door was ajar, and Blair was lyingonher bed alone. Her tightwhite BAMAtankwas lifted over her tits, her left fingerstuggingatherdarkpinknipple Herwhitethongpantieswerearoundoneofherankles,herrightfingersburied,twoof them,inhershornpussyandbangingherselfsohard,shewrithed,softlymoaningmynameagain.

Fuck,itmademestaggerbackandknockoveracuponReese’sdesk,andthat’swhenBlairopenedhereyesandsawmein thedoorway.

Iwasinstantlyhard,andsheonlymadeitworse.

Shedidn’tstop

Shewasn’tshy.

That’s the thing about Blair that drove me insane She was shameless with her lust, and I was jealous Jealous of her fingers.Jealousofherfreedom.Jealousofherprideaboutherdesires,tauntingme,“Thisisaclit,Beau.”Herredfingernail strummedacrossit “Nowwatch Thisiswhatawomanlookslikewhenshe’snotfakingitforyou Whenshecomesforreal” Hell no,Ididn’tripmyeyes awayfromthe sight.Icouldn’t.Blair Monroe fingeredherselfrightinfrontofme withher eyes locked onmine, and Istarted to leakinmygymshorts, mydicksurginghard, juttingoutand unconfined bythe flimsy fabric Shelickedherlipsatmypainfulerection,andshewasright

I’veneverseenawomancomelikethat.

Notthenandnotsince

WhenBlairMonroecomes,sheremindsyouwe’reanimals.Shesearsintoyourpsycheandfindsthatbaseinstinctinyouto take and fuckand take and fuckagainand don’tstop until you’re spent. Until there’s nothingleftofyoubecause that’s why we’reonearth.

To fuck.

Icouldn’thidewhatshedidtome.WatchingBlaircome,withoutatouchIgroaned,lettingmyhardcockcomeinmyshorts rightinfrontofher,too.

Andmymindhasrefusedtoerasehersince Fateisasweet,sexybitch.

“You’rehere,”sheanswers,notbackingdownfrommyhungryglower,“becauseyou’restillsearching Right,Beau?”Ilet halfmylips smile. If she only knew. “You’re buyingsome kink, and thenyou’re goingto swipe righttonight? You’ll catfish somehotwomenwhowon’tknow you’reyou,anNFLquarterback,andthenyou’llhavewho ?”Shequestions “Youmust bestayingatahotel…”Shepauses,anddamn,she’ssosmart,it’sscary.“Yes,you’restayingatTheMercier,thefinesthotel,” she continues, “and you’ll get the concierge to have the women sign NDAs before they’re allowed up to your room? A penthousesuite,Ibet”

Herglossyredlipstickmesmerizesme.That,herinsight,andthewayIwantthatlipsticksmearedatthebaseofmycock.

“Right,Beau?”sheasks “YouweregoingtofindarandoschoolgirlandamaidtobeyourValentine’sdatesforthenight? Andit’salways just onenight,isn’tit?”

“Theirphones”Ischoolher “Theyhavetoleavetheirphoneswiththeconcierge,too”

I’mnotembarrassedbecauseI’mnotadumbass.Ilearnedthesetricksyearsago.NFLplayersthrow aroundmoreNDAs thanballs.

Butsomethinginhereyes Somethingaboutthewayherbreastsheaveinthatleatherbra Blaircan’thideit,either Wemay hateeachother,butwe’retoodamnalike.

“Youknow whatIdo,”Itell her,“becauseyoudoittoo Yougofor randofucks,andthenwhat?”Isearchher eyes;her lashes are so damn long and thick, like spiderwebs trapping me again. “You fuck ‘emand leave ‘em, too, because Blair Monroedoesn’thaveaheart.Shejusthasapussythatcan’tbesatisfied.” Passcomplete.

I’mright,anditlandsinhereyes.

“Mypussy,”shejeers,“is very satisfied”

“No,it’snot.That’swhyyouworkinasexshop.”

Inail her truth,andithurts her again Theadmissionbends her gorgeous face She’s hidingsomepain,buther eyes fight back.IknowI’mright,andIforgothowshedoesthistome,howtheworldfallsawaywhenIstareintoBlair’seyes.

“Finethen.Yougotme,Beau.Yes,wegowayback,andthat’swhyyou’rehere,too.Iknowyoursecret,remember?Iknow whyyourcockisn’tsatisfiedeither.”

Mysweaterisn’tthatthick.She’ssocloseIcanfeelmyheartbeatpounding,sensingherheat,makingmesweat.

“Wellthen,beaprofessional”Ibreakourstare IhavetosoIcanbreathe Iconsiderthedildosandvibratorsandvarious temptationsontheshelvesbeforeIglarebackather.“Tellme,what’sherethatwillsatisfymetonight?”

It’s her

Sheknowsit,andsodoesmydick.

She licks her lips before slowlysteppingback. “Depends onyour kink,” she says. “Is it just Frenchmaids? Or do you actuallyhaveanimagination?Canyouhandlesome real kink?”

Igrinbecausethere’ssomethingaboutBlairthatmakesmetrusthermorethananywomanIknow.Igotaglimpseofherfor onenight,soItoldherwhoIreallyam,andIstillbelieveit that’s Blair thatsweetgirlwholetmeholdherinmyarms, that’sher.

Notthisvixenbeforeme Buthell,Icravethisvixen,too WhoamI?

Well,that’ssomethingIwon’treveal.NoteveninasexshopwiththemostseductivewomanI’veevermetandstrangely trust,butstill

Wecanshamelesslyplay.

Ilickmylips “ShowmewhatyouthinkI’lllike” Hereyebrowcocksalongwithhergrin.“Show you?”

“Yes Showmetonight whatwillsatisfy us?”

WeknowdamnwellI’mnotusingmyphonetogetfuckedtonight.I’musingBlair,andshe’susingme.Icansmellherlust intheair,anditfightswithmine.

Whenyouhaveahistorywithsomeone,whenyouwantedthembutneverhadthem,aconversationisunnecessary Fuckingis.

Ileanagainstthecabinets,crossingmyarms andankles,willingmycockbackdownbecausethis will bealongnight I need to pace myself, but it’s not easy. It’s very hard because that leather skirt hugs Blair’s incredible ass as she pivots, swishingherhairandaimingfortheglassshelvesontheoppositewall.

Damn,thatwomanhascurvesandknowshowtousethem.Thewayshereaches,thenbendsover,settingitemsdownontop ofthedisplaycabinet.I’mtoobusyadmiringherampleasstogiveafuckaboutwhatkinkshe’sselecting.

Itdoesn’tmatter.I’lldoanythingwithher. Finally,withher. Theplayisclearinmymind.

“You’llneedtoputthatstuffinanunmarkedbag,”Itellher “Notonefromthisstorewhenyoubringittomyhotelroom Yes,it’sthepenthousesuite,andI’llmeetyouthereinanhour.Youcan’twalkinwithme.There’spaparazzioutsidebecause somecelebritiesaretheretonight,andwe’llgetspottedtogether Theystalkme,too,andIdon’tdogirlfriends,remember?”

Blair pauses withher backto me, her bare shoulders frozenatmycockyassumption. She’s deliberating. She’s tryingto decidewhatshewantsmoretonight

Heregoorherorgasms.

ButIknowwhatIwant.WhatIwantedyearsago,andIneeditworsenow,soImakeitharderforher.Iclosethedistance betweenus,andshedoesn’tmove Shedoesn’tturnaround,butIfeelherribslift,herbreathhitchingwhenIpressmybigbody intoherpetitewarmth.

“Onenight,Blair”Sweepinghersilkyblackhairoffhermilkyshoulder,Ileandown,brushingmylipsoverherear “Let’s finallyfucklikewealwayswantedto.”

Shepurrs,“Youcan’thandleme,littleboy”

Ichuckle,sofuckingturnedon,Iurgeintoher,trappingherbetweenthecounterandmyhardcock.“Doesthisfeellittleto you, kitten?”Grindinginto her ass thatI’ll surelyfucktonight, too, Imake her gasp while Igrowl, “It’s so bigitmakes you suddenlywet,doesn’tit?Doyouthinkyourpussycanhandlehowmuchthisdickwillmakeyoucometonight?”

Shehuffs,gently,deadly.“Ihateyou,andyouhateme.”

“Exactly”Inipherear “Andyetwealwayswantedtofuck Soimaginehowwecankilleachotherwithkinktonight”

Reachingup,sheyanksthebackofmyneck,scratchingitasshetwistsherlipstowherethey’realmostkissingmine.We’ve neverkissed,andtonight,I’mtakingeverypartofher.

“Youthinkyoucanout-kinkme,Beau?”

Shegrindsthatassinleatherbackonme,andIgottaadmit,I’mnotsureIcanout-kinkher.Butmylipsgrazehers,fucking lovingthisgame

Inevergettobethiswaywithotherwomen.Toomanyrumorsorleakscangetstarted.Ican’taffordformyrealnature,for mykinkydesiresandsecretfantasiestocomeout

ButwithBlair?

It’sourhistory.It’sthatnight.It’showIhateheranddesireherandtrusther.It’sthetwoyearswespentwantingeachother, herinonebedandmeintheother,andit’stheeightyearssince.Ineightyears,I’veneverfoundawomanwhocansatisfyme, notlikeIknowshewill.

“Onenight,Blair”Ifisther hair,yankingher neckopen,andshesoftlymoans atmyaggression,makingmycocktwitch “Foronenight,showmehowdirtyawomancanbe.ShowmeagainhowarealwomancomesformewhileIwatch.”Ilickher fleshwherehersexycollarchokesherneck,andshetastessosweet “Showmewhatabadlittlekittenyouareforme,andI’ll satisfyyournaughtypussyallnightlong.”

She’snotafraid.Sheopensherneckformoreofmybites.“Soweout-kinkeachother?”sheasks.“That’sourgame,Beau Bronson?Theshamelessgamewe’llplay?”

“Blair Monroe,” I squeeze my hand around her collar, choking her while I growl into her ear “tonight, your shamelesspussyisthegameIwillfinallywin ”

“COCKKEEPING!”

mIstruttinginredhighheels,walkingdownthesidewalkwithabagfullofdildos? Yes.

AmIabouttokillanNFLquarterbackwiththekinkiestfuckofhislife? Yes.

AmI freezingmyass off, hidinga see-through, Frenchmaid’s lingerie outfit under a blackleather trenchcoat I had to borrowfrommypissed-offsister? Yes.

AndwasIsecretlyinlovewithBeauBronsonincollege,soIhadtohatehimtosurvive,watchinghimdatemyroommate andfriend?

Yes

Thetruthis,Beau’stheonewhofrozemyheart.Andmypanties.Andmybras.Ifoundthemsuspendediniceseveraltimes inourfreezerduringcollege.

That’showwehandledourattraction.Wetorturedeachother.Wehatedeachother.Ifweweremeantoeachother,thenit wouldn’thurt.

BecauseIwouldneverbetrayafriendandBeauwassocodependentonReese,itwasalmostsweetifitwasn’tsodamn unhealthy.PoorReesehadmoredamagedbaggagethanthelostandneverfoundatLAXairport.AndBeauwasdeterminedto fixher

Itwasn’tlove. Itwasalosinggame.

IpunchedBeau’sdickbecauseIknewhewasgoingtobreakupwithher AfterthenightBeauandIshared Afterhetold mehissecret.Afterweconfessedourattraction,Ilethimseemyrealsidethatnight.Thetenderside.Thesidethatcared.The sidewithabrokenheart Thewomanwhowantedtobewithhim,butI’dneverdothattoafriend So,thenextnight,Iknewthe lookinhiseyeswhenReesereturnedtocampusafterherweekendhome.

Guilt Desperation Resolve

Beauwasgoingtobreakupwithhersowecouldbetogether.Hewasgoingtoconfessoursin,ourattraction,butno.Reese wastoofragile.Wewerethreeweeksfromgraduation,andtimingwaseverything.

Ithoughtitwasfunny,theADDICTEDTOPORNbumperstickerheputonmycar Idrovearoundforaweekwondering whyguyswerehonkingatmeandwhyawomanshoutedoutofherwindow thatshewasgoingtoprayforme.That’swhenI realizedwhathedid

SoIputaTRUSTME,I’MSTONEDstickeronhistruck,anditwashilariouswhenhegotpulledover.ButIactedpissed off IpunchedhisdickabouttensecondsbeforehewasgoingtohurtReese.

He sat on her bed in our dormroom, fidgeting, his eyes nervously darting fromher to me. So I hooked my finger and

beckonedhimtomybedlikeIhadanotherinsulttotellhimaboutthosebumperstickers Ofcourse,hecouldn’tresistme,andI feltbadaboutit,butyeah,Iuppercuthisballs.

Oncehewasdonethrowingupandpoppingbloodvessels,Ihurtmorethanhisdick,andhestoppedtalkingtome But…hedidn’tbreakupwithReese.

No,hesetfivedozencricketsfreeinmycar,butIguessReesefoundoutsomehow Ormaybeshefigureditout ThatBeau andIlikedeachother alot.

Maybethat’swhy,afterherexams,Reeseleftbeforegraduation Shewouldn’treturnmycallsorBeau’s Shewasn’thome, andhermomwouldn’ttelluswhereshewas.It’slikeshevanished.

Ifeltsosick,soguiltyIneverspoketoBeauagaineither.Notevenaninsult.AndeverytimeI’dseehissexyfaceonthe flatscreenormydamnphone,hatinghimkeptmyheartfrombreakingevenmore

Still, I’m going to fuck him.

LikehellIwon’tfinallywinthisgame IhadtobegValetoletmeleaveworkearly.

Atfirst,shesaid,“Suckabagofdicks,Blair Ineedyouhere”

SoIsaid,“Exactly,I’mgonnasuckabagofdicksforBeauBronson,soIneedtoleave.”

IttookmepromisingtodresslikeMorticiaAdamsforHalloween,tocleanthestore’sbathroomsforayear,togowithher totheInternationalUFOConvention dressedlikeone andtoflashmytitsatthenextthreecopsweseeformetoleave withoutgettingfired.

SteppingthroughtheglassandgolddoorsofTheMercierHotel,thebellhopholdsthemopenforme,andIgrinbecauseit wasworthit.

AllthehellI’llhavetopaytoValeisnothingcomparedtohowbadIwantthis.

Inotedthepaparazzilurkingoutside,andasIstrideacrossthewhitemarblefloorsofthelobby,Ilooktomyleftandsee thecelebritiesthey’rewaitingfor.

DanielPierceandRedixDeanareherewiththeirsexywivesortheirlovers Ican’ttellwho’sfuckingwho,butIknowthe castofahotorgywhenIseeone.Thesixofthemaresteppingthroughtheopengoldendoorsoftheelevator,andwherethey’re goingtogether,Icanonlyfantasize

Luckily,I’mabouttohaveatwosomethatwillgivethemarunfortheirmoney.

IapproachtheconciergedeskandtellhimwhoIam,expectingthatBeauhaslefttherequisiteNDAformetosign.I’malso preparedtorelinquishmyphoneforthenight,buttheconciergesays,“Actually,Ms.Monroe,ourguesthadaspecialrequestof youtonight.”

Whenheescortsmedownthehallwayandopensadoorafewfeetawayfromtheelevator,pullingoutacleaningcartfor metotaketothepenthouse?

Fuck you, Beau Bronson

I’m gonna clean you so hard, your big dick will fall off.

Iwon’tbackdown.Igetintothenextelevatoraloneandtakeoffmytrenchcoat,stuffingitintomyredovernightbagona shelfinthe cart Proudly, whenthe doors ding open, Ipushthe cart, swishingmylongblackcattail downthe blue-carpeted corridortowardthepenthousesuite.

Anyguestcancatchmehalf-nakedinthehallwaywithabuttpluginmyass,andIloveit IbangonBeau’sdoor.

“Cockkeeping!”Ishoutsotheworldcanhearme Ihearhimchuckleasheopensit,buthechokesonhislaughteronceheseesme. I’mbentover,lettinghimadmiremylongtailasIslowlygrabthefeatherdusterIbroughtofftheshelfofthecleaningcart.

“Good evening, sir” Irise and turnto Beau, and his eyes widenevenmore, immediatelytargetingmytits Gold clamps danglewithtinyrhinestonesfrommyexcitednipples.Theycanbeseenfromamileawaythroughmyblackchiffonapronwith whitelaceaccents Oh,andI’mnotwearingpanties “Oursweetoldjanitorreportedthere’sasmall,little,dustydickinthis roomthatIneedtopolish.”

Beauis not small His semi is hanging long and thick and to the right in his black suit pants He also changed into a starchedwhitebutton-upandacrimsontiethatI’msureheplanstoblindfoldmewithortiemeup. We’ll see.

“Comein,”hesaysquietly,steppingbackandusheringhishandlikehewantsmetomovequickly “Justamoment,sir.Theguestnextdoorneedsmoretowelsfirst.”

Ipivotonmyheelswithnofear LikeI’mabouttoknockoneveryguest’sdoorandletthemseeourkinkyrole-play and Iwill beforehehisseslow,“Blair!Getinhere!”

Ishakemytail,flippingmyhairasIlookovermyshoulder.

“Say, please. ”

He’ssoturnedonhe’sspittingnails.“Please,”hesnarls.

Iturnbackandstrutrightbyhim,dustinghisnoseasIleavethecartinthehallwayandcommand,“Grabmyredbag,sir. It’sfullofmycleaningsupplies.”

OnceI’minthesuite,Isurveytheroom

It’sopulentwithtraditionalfurniture,allinrichblues,whites,andgolds.It’sperfectforthisrole-play,andsoisthatfloorlengthmirroronthewall,reflectingthenightandharborviewoutsidethewindows

Agoldtraysitsonthewhitemarblecoffeetableinfrontofawhitesofa,agasfireplaceflickeringbesideit.He’sordered champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries They’re on the coffee table, and there’s a fresh vase brimming with three dozenredrosesonthedeskintheroom,too.

And, oh my god, Iglanceacrossthesuiteandseethebedroomthroughtheopendoubledoors. Are red and pink rose petals on the bed?

Whatthefuck,Cupid?It’slikehe’stakingmeonarealValentine’sdate,butIwon’tmelt. Hesetsmybagonthedeskbeforesmilingatmelikehe’ssweetandnotSatan,leaningdowntogentlykissmycheek “Strawberries?”Hiswhiskersticklemyflesh.“AndChampagne?”

Whyishebeingromantic?Whyishetryingtoseduceme?Where’shiskink?Webothknowwe’refinallygoingtofucklike pornstarsforonenight,sowhyishechangingthegameonme?

Idon’tdoromance.

Idodicks

“No, thankyou, sir,” I reply, rejectinghim. Twirlingmyhair, I watchhimturnto pour himself a drinkwhile he keeps glancingmyway,soItease,“I’mjustheretogetyourroomverydirtytonight”

“Oh?”Hegrinsfrombehindhisfullchampagneglass,askingashetakesaseatonthesofa,“Howso?”

“Well,sir,”Itrytheinnocentbuthornymaidapproach,“I’mheretodomyjob.”Ishrug,lettinghimenjoyhowitbounces mytits.“Butyou’re the boss.Iguess youcanwatchme cleanfor youifthat’s your wish.Butyouhave tositrightthere and behave.Youcan’ttouchme,orI’llgetfired.Promise?”

“Promise”Hesmirks “I’lljustwatchyou”

But Beau’s smile is too confident, too comfortable. He looks too powerful in that tie, too sexy staring at me. And his colognelingersintheair It’stooirresistible;hehasn’tchangeditsincecollege ThisisgoingtobeharderthanIthought.

Iwatchedfromthesidelinesoflovefortwoyearsandcouldn’thaveBeau,andithurtsomuch.Fortoolong,Ifeltlikethe biggestloserincollege,andthisismychancetofinallywin,so Innocent Maid feelstoovulnerablewithhim.Tooexposed. Buthornyfeelsright yep, Horny, Shameless Maid.Let’splaywithmytruenaturetowinthegame.

“Doyouhaveyourphonecharged,sir?”Iaskhim,changingmytonefromNaughtyVirgintoSexyBitch “Yeah,”hehearsthechange,answeringwarily…andintriguedwithhislushlipshalf-cockedinagrin.

“Good You’llneedit”Ismile “I’llonlybedirtyforyouforonenight,sir,butyoucanbedamnsureyouwon’teverforget meagain.”

Hiseyesfalter,heconfessessofast,“Blair,Ineverforgotyou.I,uh…”Then,heremembershisrole.“Imean... ma ’ am.I evenrememberthatcutelittlemoleonyourleftasscheek,rightnexttoyournaughtylittletail” What?

Whyishebeingcute?Whyishesmilingatme,allgenuineandshit?Whydoesherememberlittlethingsaboutme? Beau’ssupposedtobeadick.A really bigdick.“Howdidyouseemymole?”Buthebaitsme.

“Because,”hissmilegrows,“youworetanktopsandlittlewhitethongstosleep Andyoualwayskickedthesheetsofflike aninjainyourdreams,andIlikedwatchingyourfineassdoit.”

Isnap,“Iwaskickingyourassinmydreams.”

“WebothknowIwas fucking yourassinyourdreams”

Hissmileslidestoalewdsmirk,winningthisround. “Isthatso?”Gameon Myturn Ipranceacrosstheroomwithmydusterinhand “ThenletmeconfesswhatIdreamabout whenyou’renothere,sir.”

The double doors to the adjacentbedroomare wide open The king-sized bed withits white sheets and duvetis neatly made, the damnromantic rose petals arranged ina heart. It’s centered directlyacross the suite fromthe sofa where he sits, watchingmeswishpastit,aimingstraighttowardthemahoganydresserintheroom.

Isetthedusterdownandpullopenthetopdrawer,and bingo,he’sneatlyunpackedhisclothesformetodefile

Grabbingapairofhisblackboxerbriefs,Isnaghisblackt-shirtfromearlierthisevening,apairofblackandredstriped silksocks,and,ohyes,thefadedjeansheworetoday,too HissweaterI’llleaveundefiled

“Iwasn’tawarecockkeepingprovidedlaundryservices,”hejokesfromthesofa.

“Wedon’t.”Iplopdownonthefootofthebed,makingamessoftheheart,whileIneatlycrossmylegs.Settingthestackof hisclothesbesideme,we’reabouttwentyfeetapart,butIrelishhow hecanseeeverythingI’mabouttodo.“Idon’tlaunder yourclotheswhenyou’reaway,sir.Igetfilthywiththem.Likethis…”

Itakehist-shirtandmoan,kissingitfivetimeslikeI’mgoingdownonhim,wishingitwaswhitesoIcouldforeverstainit withredlipstickbeforeIflingitacrosstheroom.ThenItakehissilksocks,foldedinmyhand,andplungethembetweenmy crossedlegs IstareathimwhileIrollmyhips,rubbingmypussywiththem

“Whenyou’renothere,sir,”Itease,tuggingatmynipplejewelry,too,“Igetsohorny,wishingyouwere.Iplaywithmyself andfuckyourclothes,leavingmycumonthemlikethissinceI’mnotallowedtofuckyou”

“Fuck,Blair,”healmostwhispers,hisedgescracking,soItosshissocksaside.

Thisreallyisn’tmyfetish,butI’mgoingforpoints,andit’sworking

“I’msowetforyou,sir.Iwantyousobad.”Ipickuphisboxers.“Tonight,nowthatyou’refinallyherewithme,Iwantto be so dirty foryou,Mr.Bronson.”

Iguidehisboxerstomyalmostexposedsex ThecutelittleapronI’mwearinghidesmostofmytease,buthecantellbythe motionofmyhandthatI’msinkingmyfingers,coveredbyhisunderwear,intomysoakedpussy.

God,it’strue;I’vebeensowetsinceourfightintheshowroomatwork Mymoansandgrindinghipsarenotanact Not whenI’machingandstaringatBeaulikethisandfingeringmyselflikeIdidyearsagowhilehewatched.

Andhelooksseducedtothepointofmadnessagain

His eyes narrow. His massive chestheaves. He licks his lips. “Youdirtylittle kitten,” he demands, “show me how you comeonmyjeans,too.”

“No,”Ipurr “Nowthatyou’refinallyhere,sir, you ’ re goingtofuckme on yourjeanssothatyoucanwearmycumevery day,butnotyet.”

Istandup Droppinghissmearedboxersonthefloor,Ileavehisjeansonthebed,too,beforeIstalkhisway

“Nowthatyou’refinallyherewith me,Mr.Bronson,”hisgazeisrivetedasIapproach,tauntinghim,“I’mgoingtoletyou watchhowdirtyIcanbeforyou.”

Istaredownathim,straddlinghiswidethigh.Centeringmyselfoverthefineblackwoolofhispants,it’salmostlikesilk asIsquatandstartgrindingmysoft,barepussyoverhisfirmleg.

Hisglowergropesfrommyexcitedtitstomywrithingpussy,backuptomypartedlips,andbackdownagain Hedoesn’t know where to stare. Clenchinghis jaw, he threatens to crushthe delicate crystal champagne flute inhis grasp because he knowshecan’ttouchme Notyet

Butohmygod,mefinallytouchingBeau?

Icanfeelhisheatandsensehismusclestensingatmytease.Hemustfeelmyslick,warmdesireseepingthroughhispants, anditmakeshisbreathragged,forcingminetochange,too,asIstareintohisblazingeyes.

“Doyousee,sir?”

Rubbingmyclit,backandforth,IcanfinallyfeelBeau’sbodytouchingmine,andIcanseehow muchhewantsme,how hardheis,howhiscockstrainsagainsthiszipper.

Mygod,Iwantedhimsobad,forsolong,mypussyisdrenchedforhim,butIdon’ttouchhim Ijustgrindharder,humping hislegwhileItugatmynippleclampsthroughtheflimsyfabricofmyapronandrelishhowhelookslikehe’sabouttolosehis mind.Icanmakemyselfcomeatthesightofhiswildarousal,butIholdback.

“Doyouseehownaughtymypussyisforyou,Beau?”Ilift,andweglancedownattheglisteningmilkymessI’veproudly smearedonhisdarkpants.

“Fuckyes,myhornylittlekitten,”hegrowlsattheglossyevidence “Keepplayingwithyourpussyforme” “Begme.”Irisebeforehim.

“Idon’tbeg”Helowershisbrowlikeadare “You’reworkingformetonight,remember,Blair?SoIcommandyoutogo fuck yourself.”

AndIsmirk,knowingthat’s exactly whathe’dsay.

Somanytimes,we’dtelltheotherto“gofuckyourself”Usually,itwasafteroneofuscoatedtheother’sphoneinVaseline becausereally…wewantedtofuckeachother.

Well, guess what?

WhenIswisharound,IdoitsofastthatIwhipmyfluffytailacrosshisfaceandhearhisdeepgrowlescape.

“Badkitty”

“Indeed,”Isayovermyshoulder,lettinghimwatchmynakedasswhileIprowltomyopenbagonthedeskandreachinfor myfirstsurprise.“I’maverybadkittywholovestogofuckherself.Iloveitsomuch,Mr.Bronson;I’llletyouwatchmedo it”

Turningleft,Iaimmystepstowardthefloor-to-ceilingmirrorandsquatdown.Beaucan’tseewhat’sinmyhanduntilI’ve securedit,untilIstepbackandrevealtheeight-inchdildosuctionedagainsttheglass

“Fuucckk,”hemutters,knowinghe’lllosethisgame.

“Sitcloser,”Itellhim.“Sitinthedeskchairinfrontofmeandbringyourphonesoyoucanrecordmefuckingmyselffor you,sir.”

“Fuck,Blair.”

Hedragshishanddownhisfacelikehecan’tbelieveit,likehe’sinoverhishead,buthecomplies.Grabbinghisphoneoff theendtable,herises,andsodoeshisdickinthosepantsashestepsclosertome.

Way too close

“Kissmefirst,”hesoftlydemands.

Reachingforme,hegentlygrabsmebythebackofmyneckandpullsmeintofeel hischampagnebreathonmyskin To feelthehardplanesofhisbody,hiseyessearchingmineashelaceshiswarmhandthroughmyhair,yankingmeevencloser. The lookhe’s silentlyclaimingme withstops mybreath His lips softlybrushover mine and it’s so intense, so filled with longing,hungerswirlingwithtendernessthathemakesmyheartskipfivebeats.

“No.”

SoIpullaway

Myheartwon’tsurviveafirstkisswithBeau,notapassionate,romanticone.Notwhenthisisoverinonenight.Notwith thefeelingsweusedtohaveforeachother,thoughwefoughtthem Istillfightthem Iglareintohisgorgeousaquaeyes,andhis lashesaresothick, fuck, is he wearing eyeliner?

WhydoesBeauhavetobesogoddamnhandsome?Whydoeshehavetofeelsodangerousandseductive,sokinkyyetcute? Whydoeshehavetodothistomydamnheart,makingitfeellikeakaleidoscopeofbutterfliesareswarminginmychest?

Be an asshole, please, so I can keep loving how much I hate you.

“Ourfirstkiss,Beau,willbewithyourcuminmymouth”

The words fall frommyhuffinglips so fastbecause he won’tletgo ofme. Ican’tbreathe, and ifIwere ever afraid of Beau,it’dbenow Howhiseyesnarrow,hisnostrilsflare,hisbroadshouldersdrawingup It’slikehewasgoingtofightfor ourfirstkiss,butnow…he’dkillforit.

ButI’mdeadanyway.Because…

What the fuck did I just say?

ThiswhorehaslosthermindbecauseIdon’tswallowcum,butsuddenly,yes,whenBeaulooksatmethatwaylikenoman everhaswantedmethismuch,Icraveeverydropofhim

“Finethen.”Hesmirks,hidingthestingofmyrejection.“BeforeIkissyou,Blair,I’mgoingtotakea picture ofmycum drippingfromyourmouth”

Andhechallengesmerightback,tryingtoregaincontrolofourgame.LikeifIwon’tlethimwinwithromance,he’sgoing towinwithdegradingkink.

“Please do,” Ianswer. “You’ll also take a picture ofyour creamycumdrippingfrommy pussy. ” Touchdown. His eyes widen.“You’reclear,right?”

“Yes,”hehuffs “I’malwaysprotected”

“I’mclearandprotected,too.We’vewaitedeightyearsforthis,Beau,solet’sdoitaskinkyaswecan.”

BecauseIneedkinky,Ineeddirty Ineednaughtywithhimbecauseit’llbesomuchmoreifIletmyguarddown Itwillbe intense,itwillbepassionate,itwillbedangerouslyclosetolove,andIwon’tdothattomyself.Notwithhim.Notagain.

“I’veneverfuckedawomanbare,”heconfesses.

“No,you’veneverfuckedawomanlike me ”Itakehishandfrommyneck,steppingbacktogrababreath “AndI’venever letamandoit,either,solet’senjoyouronlychance.”

Hestepsbacklikemywords only chance shovedhimaway LikeIrejectedhimagain,butwhy?OneNightOnlyis hisgame,too?

We’restillplaying,right?

He’sgoingtolose,andI’mgoingtowin?

Quietly, Beaufalls into the blue velvetwingbackchair behind him. Too quietly He yanks his tie off, droppingitonthe floorbeforeheunbuttonshiscollar,studyingmethewholetime,whileIcan’treadhimwhenIusedtoreadhismindsowell Incollege,Itoldhimitwasashardasreadinga“SLOW”roadsign.

Butnowithitsmefast

This is more than a game between us.

BeauBronsonisintimidatingashell He’ssexy,talented,and yes,I’llneverconfessittohim smart,too TheNFL’s never hadaquarterbacklikehim.He’sthebesttheyhave,andwhyhejustlosttheSuper Bowl,everyoneistalkingaboutit. They’reshocked.

Iwonder,too,andIthinkIknowwhy IsuspectI’mthe only onewhoknowswhy ButIwon’tquestionhim.Nottonight.

Deepdown,IknowwhatBeau’shiding,andmaybethat’swhyhelostthegame Maybehissecretisfinallycatchingupto him.Ithurtshim.Iknowitdoes.Withabustedlip,hetoldmeaboutitthatnight,yearsago,beforeIhuggedhim. Idon’tgiveadamnaboutfootball,butIneverstoppedsecretlygivingadamnabouthim. Ihatedtoseehimsuffer.

After all the pranks we played oneachother, we surrendered one night. He held me inhis arms, and we admitted our

feelings,andhetrustedme.Hesharedhisheartwithme.I’veneverknownayoungmantobethatbrave,thathonestandopen, andhe’slookingatmethesamewayagain.

Likehisdesiresarepainfulanddangerous Likehecraveseverythinghecan’thave.

Likeheneedsmetohelphim,likehecan’ttakemuchmore Itmakesmewanttodothisforhim.Tofinallysharesomethingwithhimsincewecouldn’tthatnight.

It’snotdegrading,it’sthehottestthingI’veever done,andI’vefuckedinthreesomesbefore Wait,okay,afivesomealso lastyear.Whocouldsaynototwocoupleswhowantedtosharemeforanight?

Gettingonall foursinfrontofhim.Liftingmytail sohecansee.Teasingmypussyovertheprotrudingdildo.Partingmy lips,bothpairsforhisenrapturedstare Hecanseeitallinmyeyesandthemirror’sreflection

Thelightsglow brightlyintheroom,asdoeshisburninggaze,meltingmeevenmore.Thissweetsurrendermakesmeso wetandopenforhim Isighasthecooldildoslowlypenetratesmyheat,pushingoutmybreathandtruthandhisname,“Beau” “Damn, Blair,” he murmurs, his intense eyes trapped bymygaze, bymyperformance. “Yes, baby,” he sighs, “you’re so beautiful Letmewatchyourprettypussyfuckforme”

Leaningforward,hesetshiselbowsonhisspreadknees.It’slikehe’sabouttopounce,watchingmeandthemirror,fucking myself.

SoIroll myhips incircles for himbefore switchingdirections, feelingthe hard latexswirlingthroughmyslicksexand wishingitwashisrealcock.Theonesurginginhispants.

“CanyouseehowdirtyIam?”Igazeupathimandsigh “Canyouseemycreamforyou,Beau?Canyouhearit?HowI’m sowet?Howhungrymynaughtylittlepussyisforyou?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, watchingmyhips grind, mybackarchingopenso the dildo, slidinginand out, is the onlything capturinghissight,hismind,hisimagination,butthisisveryreal.

Theattractionbetweenussuckstheairfromtheroomandmylungs.Italwayshas,andnowwegettosatisfyit,andIdon’t thinkeitherofuscanbreathe

“Getyourphone,”Ihuff.“Takeavideo.Takeavideoofmypussyfuckingforyou.”

Thisisgoingtogetmeoff,Iknowitashegrabshisphoneoffofthedeskandaimsitatthemirror,andItrusthim Though ourprankssometimesvergedonmean,Beauneverwas.Wewerejusttrapped.Trappedinfeelingswecouldn’texpress,andI can’texpressthemnow.Ican’tletmyselffeelagainwhatbrokemyheartforsolong.TheonlythingI’llletmybodyfeelisthe desireIhadforhimforsolong,too.

“Goddamn,”hemutters,risingfromhischair.

He stalks around me, aiming his phone so he can capture me from behind and on all fours with a hard, long dildo disappearingintomysplayedsex,thegentlesmackingsoundofitfillingtheair,too.

“Yes,that’sit,kitten,”hegrowls “Rockthatprettypussyoverthatcock Icanseeyourcreamalloverit Damn,you’rea dirtylittlegirlforme,aren’tyou?”

Imoan.Iedge.Irollmyhipssohard,mypussyisstarvingforhim,andthisisn’tenough.

“Beau,”Isigh Idon’tcareifthecamerarecordsmyvoiceorface;Itrusthe’llprotectus He’llprotectme “Beau,come here.Please.”

I’llevenbegforit Ineedhim Now Hedropstohiskneesinfrontofme,hookinghisfingerundermychin,liftingmyfranticstaretohis.“Areyougonnacome forme?”

“Yes,”Ihuff.“Mytail.Pullmytail.PlaywithmyasswhileIcomeforyou.” “Fuucckk,”hegrowls,droppinghisphoneonthecarpetandquicklyobeying.“Blair,you’resogoddamndirty,I’mlosing mymind”

“Yes,”becauseIam,too.

Gently,hetugsattheweightinmyass Theact,thesensation,thekink;it’sallsolewd,Iloveit Nothing’stouchingmyclit, andIdon’tneedit.Notwiththisdildoinmypussy.Notwithhimpettingmytail.NotwiththelookinBeau’seyesashegazes downatme,admiring,longing,demanding

He’sinaweofmylust.

“Yes,Blair.Fuckingfinally.”Hedragshisthumbovermypantinglips,sendingsparksstraighttomysex.“Yes,baby,doit forme Makethatnaughtypussycream”Heyanksmytailharder,thesensationexplodingthefirestorminmyclit “Show me you’remylittlemaid.Showmehowfuckingdirtyyouareforme.”

“God,Beau Yes!”Icryout Ishake Mythighsandarmstremble,barelyholdingupmyweightasanorgasmclenchesmy sex,pleasurecrackingthroughmybones.“Yourcock,”Ipant.“IwannasuckyourcockwhileIcomeagain.”

Hedoesn’triphiseyesawaywhilehelowershiszipper.Kneelingbeforemyhuffinglips,he’snotwearingboxersashe liftsandfreeshiscock. And oh my god, it’s so big. Italmostfrightensme.Itwon’tworkatthisangle.I’mtoolow,andhe’stoo hung.

“Standup,”ItellhimbeforeIturn,myhandtremblingasIsnapthedildooffthemirror.Placingitonthecarpetbeneathme, IriseonmykneesbeforeIsinkonitagain.

Andnow,withmekneelingbeforeBeauandhimgazingdownintomyeyes,wefinallygettodothis Wewantedeachother sobadlythatneitherofuscanholdbackanymore.

Iundohispants,yankingthemdownhisshreddedthighs,leavingthemaroundhisankleswhilehesinkshishandsintomy hair.

“Fuck,yes,Blair,”hegroans

Iwantedtoteasehim.Iwantedtotaunthim.Iwantedtotorturehimwithallthegamesmytonguecouldplaywithhim,but I’mtoothirsty.Iwanttotastehimfinally,andIdo.

Igrabhisbaseandstretchmymouth,mylipsstrainingandtakingasmuchofhimasIcan,gaggingonhimandlovingthe sound,andhedoes,too.

“Yes, baby, yes Lookat you Lookat your lipstickonmydick” He stares downat me, his lips shaking I swear he’s startingtodrool,fistingmyhairandwatchingmyspitdrippingfromhisthickshaft.“Fuckyes,Blair.Ialwaysknewyou’dlook sobeautifulwithmybigdickfuckingyourmouth Ialwaysknewyou’dbesofuckinggoodatthis”

Hegrowls,grabbingmyhead,anglingmygazesohecanadmirehisfervidfuckofmyglucking throat,andhewon’tstop. Ihatedhim,sothatIwouldn’tlovehim,andnowIcan’tstandhowmuchIneedthiswithhim.

“Takeit,baby Justlikethat,”hegrowlsagain,hislegsquakingbeforeme I’mshaking,too “I’mgonnacomesohardin yourthroatsoIcanfinallykissyoursmartassmouth.”

Mymoanisdeep,muffledbyhiscock,andlovingthedildoinmypussytoo ItugatmynipplesbecauseIwantitall Iwant everysensationwithBeau. I want to come againwhile he comes inmymouth. I’ve never swallowed, and now, I want to consumehim,everydrop;Iwanttoknowhistaste.

Heswellsagainstmylips,hisshaftgettingrigidashisbreathshallows,soIscratchhisthighs,draggingmynailsdownhis shakingquads,leavingredweltsonhisflesh,andheroars,“Fuck,Blair,yes!” It’s one momentas Istare upathim,tears leakingfrommyeyes,spitdrippingfrommychin;Ican’tbreathe,andIdon’t wanttountil…

Yes Beaugrunts, floodingmymouthwithhis desire for me We lockeyes, and he’s so salty, he’s sweet How muchhe alwayswantedme it’sinhistrappedstare,takingintheshamelesssightofme,soIopenmylipssohecanwitnessmore, andmybodylurches,gettingreadytocometomysubmission.

Rubbingmyexcitedclitonthedildo,ridingithardwiththeplugthrillingmyass,Ilethimtakehisphonefromthedeskand snap a picture ofhis cumpooled inmymouth. It’s spillingover mylips, mygaze proudlystaringinto his camera while he praises,“You’resogoddamnbad,Blair,you’refuckingbeautiful Sodamnbeautifultome Youalwayshavebeen”

AndIcomeagain,believinghim,feelingitwithhim,andmoaningattheaweinhiseyes.

Droppinghis phone, he drops to his knees, and Idon’thave time to think To resist To fighthimanymore Claspingmy face, his full lips claimmine, his softwhiskers ticklingmyflesh. “Blair,” he huffs into our firstkiss as he crashes his body againstmine,andIlosemybreath.

I lose my mind to Beau’s tongue laving over mine, tasting his arousal, his cumin my mouth, and it’s not nasty It’s so intimateanderoticthatwemoan.

HiskissiswhatI’vewantedforsolong Iwasinpain,butthishurtssogood,too Fistinghisshirtinmygrasp,Imakehim squeezemeeventighter,likehewasinpainforme,too,forustofinallybetogether.

Tearssuddenlybiteatmyeyes,and what is happening to me?

“Beau,”Isighoverhislips,lovinghissoftbeard,hiswhiskersgrazingagainstmychin.Hispossessiveclutchofmybody grabsmyheart,andIhatethatIloveit,too.

“C’mere”Heinsists,seizingmeinhisgraspbeforeIknowwhat’shappening He’ssodamnstrong;hecradlesmewhilehe risesandtoesoffhisshoes,thenshuckshispantsawaybeforecarryingmetothebed.

“I’mgonnatasteyou,too,”hesays,tossingmeonthemattress Igiggle,petals bouncingoffthebed.ButthenI’msilenced,myeyes gettingwideas herips his shirtoff,sendingbuttons flyingacrosstheroombeforehetossesitawayandstandsnude,loomingoverme Mygod,what’samilliontimesholy-fucking-hell?That’showmanymusclesareonhistan,shreddedbody. Andsuddenly,IwanttoplayfortheNFL.Iwanttotacklethatbodyeveryday.I’lldoitforfree.

“Onyourknees,Blair,”hedemands “TurnaroundandkneelonmyjeansandputyourpussyintheairsoIcaneatit” Hell,yes,Iplay.

Iflipoverandkneel Leaningforward,Iarchmyback,myheelsdanglingovertheedgeofthebedwherehestands Resting mycheekonthesoftdenimofhisjeansIleftonthebed,Icansmellhiscologne,hissubtlemanmusk,too,inthefabricwhileI feelhisbig,callousedhandsspreadmycheeksopen.

“Dirtylittlegirl,”hegrowlsatthesight.“Lookatmykitten,allopenandwetandswollenforme.Younaughtylittlething, yougotyourcumonyourtail.”Heticklesthefluffytailovermyexposedlips,ignitingmynervesbeforehetugsatmybuttplug,

andIgroan.

“Reacharound and use bothhands for me,” he demands. Droppingto his knees atthe footofthe bed to feastonme, he coaxes,“Goahead That’sit Niceandwide Spreadthatassopenforme Spreadthatcuntopentoo I’mgonnaeat‘emboth”

“Ohmygod,”Icryout,feelingBeau’stongue,hislong,lingeringswipethroughmypussywideopenforhim.

Then, it’s his warmlips gentlysuckingmyclitexposed to the cool air Thenit’s his piercingtongue, fuckingmypussy, dartinginto taste me before he growls, buryinghis ticklingbeard, his whole face inmysexand shakingit, his deep growl vibratingdownthroughmythighs,andIcan’tstopmoaning

“You’re so fuckingbad;you’re delicious,” he mutters before his tongue flicks myclitagainand thenover and over. He spendsforever diningonmypussylikeI’mhislastmeal,anditmakesmedesperatefor him.Myclitissoexcited;desireis coiledtightinmycore Theacheissosweetashetaunts,“Ialwaysknewyou’dbesosweetandcreamyforme,Blair,aren’t you?”

Hetugsatmytailagain

“Yes,”Icryout.“Beau,doitagain.Pullmytail.Itmakesmecome.”

Thepleasureismaddening

“Mybadkitty,”hetauntsbeforehismouthsucksmyclitsohardasheyanksatmytail,andIgrowl,seeingstarsandcoming sohardonhiseagertongue,smellinghisscentonhisjeans,too.

He’sfuckingmarkingme,Iswear I’llbeuselessforanyotherman I’mgaspingforairwhileIsensehimstanding Gently,hepullsatmyplugagainbutdoesn’tstopthistime.Slowly,veryslowly,hetakesitoutandtossesmytail onthe floor

“Yes, my kitty looks so good. You’re so pink and open for me. Keep spreading those cheeks for me.” He growls, “Goddamn.Lookatyou,Blair.”

Icryout.Ican’tbelieveit.Hiswarmtongueringsintomygapingass,histhickfingersplungingintomypussyatthesame time, and it’s insane pleasure. It’s brutal bliss. Ihave no control as he steams the words over mymosttender flesh, “Mmm, yourasstastessosweet,Blair,”beforeheshamelesslycircleshiseagertongueagain “Beau,ohmygod!Ohmygod!”Iscreamintothemattress,mypussyclenchingandcomingsohardandfastagain. What is he doing to me?

“Youthinkyoucanout-kinkme,Blair?”Hedoesn’tstop.His tonguekeeps lickingmyass.Ifeel air andhis spitandhis swirlingtorture,hisruthlessfingersstillthrustingintomypussytoo.“I’mgonnafuckyourassandeatyourassandownyour ass.You’reminenow,Blair.It’sjustonenight,butI’llmakeyourassmineforever,Ifuckingswear.” Hesmacksmybuttcheeksohard.Thestingofit.Thepassionofit.Thetruthofit.“Yes,Beau.”Itescapesfrommylips. “Comeagain,”hedemands “ComeagainwhileIeatyourass I’llbesofuckingdirtyforyou,too,baby”

Ican’tfighthim.Ican’tresisthim.Iobey.Beau’sasfreeasme,ormaybeit’sjustwith me.

That’s how this feels Likeit’s justus Likeitwas always us Itmakes me tremble Itmakes me moan Ihave nopower, onlypleasurewhilehepiercesmyassagainwithhistongueandshamelesslyflicksitwhereI’mopenforhim,histhickfingers poundingharderintomypussy,andIhavetoletgoofmycheeksandgrabthesheets,screamingthroughtheorgasmfloodingmy body I’mdrowningforhim

“Fuck,”heshouts atmyarousal.Iknow it’s coatinghis hand.Ifeel ittricklingdownmythighs,butIcan’tmove,Ican’t stopshaking “Fuck,Blair C’mere”Soheflipsmeoverlikearagdollandgazesdownatmefromabove,standingattheedge ofthebedlikeamadman.

Beaulookslikeawildanimalsomeonehasunleashedintheroom Hisbreathishuffingfast Hispupilsarewide Hiscock israginghardagain.Hispecsandabsflex.Hislipsandbeardglistenwithmycum,andIwon’tstophimravishingme.Notina millionyearsasheleansforwardandripsmyapronoff,theflimsyfabricfallinglikegossamertissuefromhisgrasp.

“Mine,” he growls withhis mouthdivingfor mynipple It’s hard and erect and so sensitive, withthe ringtemporarily claspedaroundit.Icryoutwhilehelicksmybuddednipplebeforehetugsatthedanglingrhinestoneswithhisteeth,shooting pleasure,likeelectricity,straighttomyclit

“Beau,fuckme!”Idemand.Theneedispainful.“Fuckmenow.”

Hestartscrawlingoverme,soIscootback,makingroomonthebedforhim Hisbarecockhangssothickandheavyand longitscaresme,andI’mthrilled.

“Myjeans.”Heremembers,grabbingthemfromtheedgeofthebed.“You’regoingtolieonmyjeans,Blair,soIcanwear ourfirstfuckforever”

HetucksthemundermyhipswhileIliftthemtohelp,butsuddenly,Iworry.Myheartfeelsbruised.“WhatwillIhaveto remember you?”

Tentinghis bigbodyover mine,the fattipofhis cockteases myentrance,buthe pauses.“Don’tworry,baby.” He gazes downatme.“I’llmakesureyouneverforgetme. ”

Iwon’t.Ineverwill.Icouldn’tevenwhenItried,andnotnow.Notwithhowheslowlyentersme,watchingmyeyes,our lipsparting,ourbodiesmelding.I’veneverfelttherawpressureofabarecockurgingintome,andhistenderburnturnsinto

somethingsoperfect,it’soverwhelming.

“Beau, ohmygod.” Igrab his shoulders. They’re flexingrocks inmygrasp. Ihangonto himuntil he’s seated so deep insideme,wecan’tbreathe There’snowhereelsetogobutus

“God,Blair,”hehuffs,holdingstill,hiseyessearchingmine,notcomprehending,justfeelingourconnection.“God,baby,I canfinallyfeelyou,andyoufeelsodamngood Iknewyouwould Fuck,you’resowetandtight Sofuckingswollen”Iclench mywallsaroundhiscock,andhegrunts.“Shit,Icanfeelthat,too.I’mnotgonnalast.”

Me neither It’s stormingmysex It’s righthere It’s goingtocrash I’mgoingtocome sofastwithBeauinside me,butI wantthistolastlonger.Weonlygetonenight.

“Letmerideyou.”

Itrytomovebeneathhim,andheassists I’mafeatherinhisstronggraspasheflipsusovertowhereI’montop,towhere I’mleaningoverhim,puttingmybreastsinhisface,hishungrymouth,suckingoneadornednipplethentheother.

Itrytocontrolourtempo,slowlyglidingmyslickwallsupanddownhismassiveshaft Ittakesmeafewstrokestostretch, toopenforhim.Thenhehelpsbyreachingaround,hislongarmsabletoreachmyass,wherehedragsthewetnessofourfuck uptomypuckeredholebeforeheplungestwofingersinsideme,too

“Ohmygod.”Itignitesmyclit,mybreathgaspingasIpressmyforeheadtohis.Ican’tevenclosemyeyesbecauseitfeels sogood.“Beau,”Isigh.“I’mgonnacome.”

“No”Hestaresbackupatme “I’mgoingto make youcomeonmydick,BlairMonroe I’mgonnafillyouwithmycum untilI’mallyou’lleverhaveinsideyou.”

Brutally,hestartshammeringhishipsbeneathme,andhe’stoostrong,andI’mtooopen,wantinghimfortoolong Irelish himpoundingintomypussyandmyass,hisforcesmackingagainstmyclit.Andwhenhepullsmyhairandtakesmylipswith hiskiss,too,Iscreamintoit.Icomeandcan’tstopquakingoverhim.Mybodyisapuddle,tremblingoverhisfleshwhilehe roarsintoourmouths.

He’ssostrong;hegrabsmyhipssotightthatIcan’tmove,feelinghisbackarchbeneathme.Hishipsthrustupuntilwe’re lockedtogether Ican’tmove,feelinghis cockjumpinginside me His grunts fromhis strainingneckthatdon’tever seemto stopwhilehecomesarethesexiestthingI’veeverheard.

Butwhenhesighs,“Blair,”hismassivebodyfallingsoftandsatisfiedwhilehepullsmedowntoholdmetight,justlikehe didthatnightsomanyyearsago,Iclosemyeyesagainsthispoundingchest,knowing…

We lost this game

“Y

knowIshouldbedisgusted,butI’mseduced again

Blairsmearspeanutbutteroverthebunofhercheeseburger,andthesightenamorsme.She’snudeandsittingacrossfrom meonthebed Agoldroomservicetrayrestsbetweenus

I’mnaked,too,butIhavemanners.I’mcarefullyslicingintoajuicyfiletmignonwithsweetpotatopureeandahealthykale saladwhileshe’sbeenbusyscarfingdownaburger,onionrings,andasaltedcaramelbrownie…withwine.

Butit’sthepeanutbutterontheburgerthathasmespeechless.

She’ssoodd,she’sgorgeous.Sherockedmyworld,andIlovethepileofrubbleI’msittingcross-leggedin.

“Wherethehell,”Iask,“didyoulearnthatgross-asscombination?”

Shelickshergreasyfingertips.“Elvis.”

Eventhoughwelovedtohateeachother,it’snotlikeIdidn’tnoticeeverythingabouther,too LikehowBlairlovescoffee withhersugarandcream.Ifrozeherbrasenoughtoknowshe’sa36D.Shewearsblackframedglasseswhenshereads,and it’sthesexiestdamnthingI’veeverseen.Butthatwasyearsago,andI’mcuriouswhat’schanged.

“Whatotherweirdshitistheretoknowaboutyounow?”

“I’mtheonewhosashayedinherewithacattailbuttpluginmyass,”shereplies.“Ithinkit’syourturntoconfess.”

She’sgotmethere

Ishould’veknownbetterthantotrytoout-kinkBlairMonroe.Herfearlessnessisoneofthemanywayssheusedtodrive meinsane ShebecamethisgameIcouldn’tplay,andnow,IknowifItry,I’lllosemyhearttoheragain IhatedhowIsecretlyfellinlovewithBlair.

IwascommittedtoReese.Shehadissues.Sheneededme,andIneededtofocusonsomeoneelsewhoneededsavingsoI didn’thavetosavemyself Incollege,IstartedtorealizeIwasintrouble,andIdidn’twanttoadmitwhoIwas,soIpretended tobeReese’sheroinstead.

ButBlairneverneededsaving It’slikeshedidn’tneedanyone,especiallyme.

Butnow?Nowthatshe’smoanedintomykiss?NowthatI’vetastedher NowthatIknowwhatawomanreallyfeelslike inside.She’sgiveneverypartofherbeautifulbodytomeandIonlywantmore. Damn,Ineedtobecareful.

Ican’taffordtofallinlovewithBlairagain Literally,mybankaccountandanentireNFLfranchisedependuponmenot gettingdistracted.

Again

“Fine,”Ianswerher.“WhatshouldIconfess?ThatI’madudewholovespumpkin-spicedlattes?ThatIwatchromcomsto cheermeup?ThatI’dratherreadabookthangotoaclub?OrthatIlikefoldinglaundry?It’slikemeditation”

Shesmiles,flippingherravenhairoverhershouldertoclearthewayforherfinalgargantuanbiteofthatburger.She’sso shamelesssheevenletsthepeanutbutterdripdownherchin,askingmewithhermouthfull.

OU TWO ARE A MATCH MADE IN KINKY COCK HEAVEN. ”

“Confesswhatyou’reafraidof.”

Iwanttokissthosemessylips,butinstead,Ianswer,“Shouldersurgerynextweek.”

Shegulpsherburgerdown,hereyebrowsshootingup

“Surgery?Isthatwhyyou ”

“LosttheSuperBowl?”Iknoweveryone’stalkingabouthowIfuckedup “Idon’tknow,”Iconfesstoher,andthatwarm feelingoftrustingmysecrets withBlair feels dangerouslygood again. “Maybe. Butwe’ve beenwinningall season. We’ve beentreatingthetearwiththerapyuntilIcouldhavethisproceduredone Butmaybeitwasme OrmaybeitwasHawke” “Hawke?”

Ishoveabiteofsteakin,laughing.Sinceshe’ssofreearoundme,I’mfreetotalkwithmymouthfull,too. “Damn,” Ihuff, “youreallydon’twatchfootball do you?” She shrugs, smiling “ColtonHawke He’s mybestfriend and widereceiver.”Mischiefsparksacrosshereyes.“Don’teven,”Igrin,raisingmyeyebrow,warningher.

Shelaughs,bitingintoacrispyonionring “Thatpoint’stooeasy Iwon’ttakeit”

“Yeah, well.” Itake a swigofbeer. It’s the off-season, and hell, yes, Iindulge. “Idon’tknow ifitwas myshoulder or Hawke’shands Ithrew theballalittlehigh;maybeIputtoomuchgasonit,butHawkehadit Healwaysdoes Buttheball justflewthroughhisgraspthattimeandtheinterceptionfuckedus.”

“Isthatwhyyou’reinCharleston?Forshouldersurgery?”

Shewipesherfacecleanwithalinennapkinbeforeturningtostretchherlegsacrossthebed,andthat’swhenInoticethe smalltattooonherleftankle.It’sastackofbooks.

“No,” I answer, wiping my mouth too I’mfull and getting hungry for her again “I’mhere visiting my brother It’s my nephew’stenthbirthday,soIflewinforhispartytodayandflyouttomorrowforBoston.That’swhereoneofthebestsurgeons is.”Mystomachchurns.“Ihope.”

She’squietlikeshedoesn’twanttopushthesubject.EitherthatorI’mdistractingherwithmybody.ThewayBlairproudly devoursmewithhereyesissexyasfuck.

“Yourturn,”Itellher “Whatareyouafraidof?”

“Thatsomeone’sgoingtocovermytoiletbowlwithclingwrapagain.”Istartlaughing.Sodoesshe.“Youknow,”shesays, “IstillpokemyfingerinthetoileteverytimeIpeetomakesure?Mygod,youtraumatizedme Iruinedmyfavoriteflip-flops” “Itwasjustpee.”

“Haveyoueverfloodedyourshoeswithit?”

“No,butIstillsniffeverybeercanorbottleIopentomakesureit’snotcoveredinhabanerojuice.”

Shefallsbackonthebed,laughing,anditburns.Notthememoryofthehotpeppersshekeptsmearingacrossmysixpacks. It’sthedesireIhaveforBlair,againandagain

“Answermeforreal,”Ipress,needingmoreofher.“Whatareyouafraidof?”

“Failure,” she answers Her eyes stop laughing, and she turns to face me “I’mafraid offailingatmydream Atthe one thingthatmakesmehappy.”

“Whichis?”

“Writing”

“Howcanyoufail?You’redoingit,aren’tyou?You’rewritingbooks.”

“Yeah, but,” she sighs, “Imake a little moneyonmybooks, butthenIhave to reinvestitinmynextone Honestly, I’m startingtolosemoney,andhow stupiddoIhavetobetokeepgoing?Atsomepoint,youhavetogiveuponyourdreamand facereality”

Damn, she’s beautiful like that. Honestandfragile.That’stheBlairIcouldn’thave.Theonewhocrushedmytornheart. It’slikewebothcouldn’thavewhatwewantedbackthen,anditstillfeelslikethatnow,pullingmetoherevenmore. Herredlipstickhaswornoff Ithinkhalfofit’sonmydickwhereIwantedit,butnowIcanseeBlair’snaturalshade,pink likebubblegum,andIwanttokissheragain,sodamnbad,butIhavetoknow.

“Whatdoyouwrite?Likehow-tosexbooks?Becausethosewouldbebest-sellersbasedupontonight”

Imakehersmile,butsheshakesherheadno.“I’llnevertellyouwhatIwritebecauseI’llneverheartheendofit.” Oh?

This will be fun.

“Icanjustlookyouupandfindout.”

“Iwriteunderapenname”

Likeafishonahook,she’sgotme.Ipickupthetray,turningtosetitonthefloorbesidethebedbeforeIturnbacktofind herstillshakingherhead Likeshe’dratherdiebyathousandpapercutsthantellme SoIclimbontopofher,straddlingher, pinningherwristsoverherhead,andshedoesn’tfightme.

“Whatdoyouwrite?”

“Nope.” She pops her lips.“I’mnottellingthe guywhosentme a cake inGeologyclass with‘Youblow me awaywith yourfarts’writteninbrownicingonitwhatIwrite.”

Ileandown,buryingmychuckleinherneck,whisperinginherear,“Willyoutellthemanabouttofuckyouagainwhatyou write?”

Shegiggles,tryingtotwistawayfromme “Hellno” “Comeon.IpromiseIwon’tlaugh.”

“Youalreadyare,yousexyfuck” “Tellme.”

Iwedgemykneebetweenherlegs,mycocksurgingwhenshedoesn’tfightmeanymore Sheopensherthighsforme “Thankyou,”shesays,“butI’mtryingtocutback onhumiliationthisyear.”

“Whybehumiliated?Youalreadytoldmeyouwritekinkybooks;justtellmewhatgenre.” Hereyeslaughatme “Sincewhendoyouknowaboutbooks?”

“Sincewhenareyoushyaboutkink?”Iask,sodamnintrigued.

“SinceyoustrappedmyvibratortothegrillofmyHonda”

Igrin.“Ittookyouamonthtorealizeyouhadanalbeadsdanglingfromyourlicenseplate,too.”Thewaysherollshereyes, she’sstilllovingit “Comeon,”Iurge “Youknowstuffaboutmetoo,remember?”

Gently, Ipress into her, lettingher feel how hard she gets me, and thatmakes her pause, her breathgaspingwithdesire, fightingtheirritationinhertoneassheconfesses,“Iwritesciencefictionromance,okay?Likeparanormalstuff.”

“Likehornyvampires?”

“No.”

“Likepornowerewolves?”

“No.”

“Likekinkywizards?”

“No,”sheexclaims.“Likealiensfuckinghumans,okay?” I’mconfused.She’snevershy.“Whydidn’tyouwanttotellmethat?”

“Because,” she practicallywhines,rollingher eyes,“it’s big,sexyblue alienmenwithgigantic cocks fuckinghumans to survive.Likefillingthemwiththeirmagicalaliencum.”

ThelaughIneedtochokedownburns It’snotwhat shewrites;it’sthatshedidn’twanttotell me thatamusesme Why?

Because we hated eachother, we knew eachother so well, too. And now Icansee her truthlike Ialways could, and I smile.

“That’syoursecretfantasy,isn’tit?”

Forthefirsttime,ImakeBlairMonroeblush Herpaleskincan’thideit Itwasusuallyhershockingtheshitoutofme I swearsheleftthathotpinkvibratoronherdormbedtoembarrassme.Thatandthenaughtypinkstringofanalbeadsshehad withwhiterabbitearsontheend Theyonlyturnedmeonandbeggedtobecarornaments “No!”Sheprotests,hereyesgrowingwide.“It’sjustfiction.It’s not myfantasy!” “Yes,itis.Youwantagiantbluecocktofuckyou,don’tyou?”

Nowshefightsme,tryingtoliftherarmstofreeherhandstoslapmysmirkingfaceprobably,butit’suseless “Letmego,Beau!”

Damn, I love our game Herblushingcheeksaresosexy “Letmefuckyouwithone.It’llturnmeon,too,”Iconfess,mymindblitzingwithaplan.“Iknowyouhavethetoysatthat store,Isawthemontheshelves,andit’sjustaroundtheblock Yourstore’sstillopen” CallCNNandMSNBC.BlairMonroe’sspeechless.

She stares upatme like I’ve suggesteda breeder orgywithmyteammates andnotjustme,fuckingher witha blue alien cocksheath

“Comeon,Blair.Youhateme,butyoutrustme,too.”

Thewayshenarrowshereyesbutsays,“Yes,goddammit,Itrustyou,youkinkyasshole,”makesmekissherinsultinglips Theytastesocreamyandsweet.

“Thenletmedoit Letmefulfill your fantasy”Ikiss her again,andshesoftens,justalittle,under mygrasp,andIkeep gazingdown,relishinghowI’mfinallyexposingallofher.“Ibetyoursexyalienkidnaps awomanandfucksherwithhisgiant bluecock,doesn’the?”

Theshockinhereyesislikescoringadozentouchdowns

“IcanreadmorethanHookedonPhonics,Blair,”Itellher.“Ireadsciencefiction,andwomen’ssexualfantasiesareeasy toread,too Giantcocks Bigsurprise Ibetyouralienhero what’shisname?”

“Vulgarian,”shesighs.It’salmostlikeshewantstolosethisfight.Shewantsmetowin.“ValentheVulgarian.Ipickedthat namejusttopissoffmysister,Vale.”

“Ofcourseyoudid.”Iletgoofherwristsandbracemyhandsbesideher,butshekeepsthemaboveherheadlikeshe’sstill bound.“IbetValentheVulgariankidnapsourfearlessheroineandtiesherupandfuckshersogoodwithhisgiantbluecock;

shedoesn’twantto,butshelovesit,right?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes fill withlust Her nipples pearl beneathmystare She’s takenthose sexyclamps off, and now Icanwatchher bodyreact,how itopensherthighsevenmore.It’spuretruthandtrustanddesireburningbetweenus,andhow hereyesand lipsconfesstome

“She hates himat first, and he hates her too. They always fight, but they have to breed to save everyone. They’re not supposedtofallinlove,buttheydo,sotheykeepitasecret”

Itpunchesmyheartsohard.

WhydoIknowshe’stalkingaboutus?

Ourforbiddenloveinspiredherbooks

“Youknowmysecret,Blair.”Iwon’teversayitaloud.AndIcan’tstopkissingher,either.Ican’tstoprelishingeverything sherevealsonlytome “Soshareyoursecretwithmetoo Letmegiveyouyourfantasy Letmetieyouupandfuckyou Letme wearthebiggestcocksheathyouhaveatthatstore;youknowyoucantrustme.We’lluselotsoflube,andI’llmakeitsogood foryou,breedingyouandfillingyouwithmycum I’lleventakeavideoforyou,too,foryoutoalwayshavewhenyouwrite morebooks.”

“Fuck,Beau,”shesighsagainstmylips.“You’reserious,aren’tyou?”

“Yes,”IconfessbecausenowI’mobsessed

Idon’tknow whatthrills me more: the tabooor the truth.IwanttodoeverythingtaboowithBlair,andthe truthis,only withherdoIfeellikeIcan Likethisismyrarechance LikeInevergettobethisfree,butIamwithher She’sright,thoughI’llnevertellher ifweonlyhaveonenight,thenlet’smakeitaskinkyaswecan.Ineedforittobe.I need for it to be kinkyand dirtyto distract me fromthe warm, temptingemotions for her that are startingto creep into my lonely,confusedheart.

Because watching Blair call her sister and hearing their fight on her speakerphone has me laughing so hard. I can’t rememberthelasttimeIwasthishappy

“Youwantmetoget what tonight?”Hersistershrieksthroughthespeaker.“Andyouwant me todeliverittoTheMercier Hotel?Helltotheyou’re-monster-cock-crazyno!”

“I’llcleanyourcondoforayear,”Blairnegotiates,holdingherphonewhileshegrinsatme.

Hersistershouts,“Ain’tnoamountofMr.CleaninmycondowillmakememarchMr.GiantBlueAliencockupthestreet toTheMercierHotel!”

“Andablindfoldandsomebedrestraints,”Blairsays.“Don’tforgetthose.”

Hersisterfallsquiet,andBlairwinceslikeshe’sgonetoofar I’mabouttovolunteertoreturntothestore,buthersister laughs.

“You’vefinallyswallowed,haven’tyou?”shesays “You’veswallowedhisbleachy,saltycum,andlostyoursluttymind, andnowyouwanttofantasyfuckhisbluekinkymonstercock,too.It’sopen-ended,youknowthat,right?”

Blairshrugsatmeanddoesn’tanswerher.

“Oh,mygod,”hersisterhuffs “You’reraw-doggingwithhim,too?” “We’rejusthavingfun.”

“You’rejustgonnahavebigbluealienbabiesifyou’renotcarefuloragiantinfectionthat’soutofthisworld!”

“Vale,”Blairsighs.“Wegowayback,don’tworry.Wetrusteachother,”shesaysofme,ofus,whileIreclineonthebed andfeelmyheartsuddenlyfallingforherevenmore

Yes,wegowayback.Wetrusteachother.Wehaveallkindsoffeelingsforeachother,butitwon’tchangeanything. Ileavetomorrowmorning,andthisends.

AwomanlikeBlair,likenoneI’veeverhad,liketheoneI’vealwayswanted,wouldsurelyruinmeandmygame I’dbeso inlove,sofreewithher,Iwouldn’tbeabletofocus.It’salreadyhardenoughwithwhatIhavetofightwithmyteammates.I’d neverwinanothergame Andmewinninggamesisn’tjustformyego Ihaveteammatesandstaffandtheirfamiliesdepending onme,too.

“Jace canwatchthe store” It’s like Blair canread her sister’s mind, continuingher negotiations “It’ll take youtwenty minutes.”Blairrollshereyes.“Please,Vale.”

“Forthenextmonth,”hersisterreplies,thedelightinhervoiceobvious,“youhavetoweartheSexyBessiecostume.” Blairsneers,“Iamnot dressinglikeasluttycowatwork” “Moo,bitch,moo.”Hersisterlaughs.“And thehornyheadband. And thecollarwithacowbell.” Blairnarrowshereyes “Isweartogodifacustomerasksto milk me ” “It’sasmallpricetopayforabigalienfuck,”hersisterchirps.“Deal?” Blairchewsherlip,lookingatmefromthefootofthebed,soIstrokemycock,willinghertotakethedeal.Hell,I’ll be bribingthatbigbodyguardattheirstoreforpicturesofBlairinthatsluttycowcostume,too. Whydoesallthiscrazykinksuddenlyturnmeon?

Iknowwhy.

Ihavetobecareful.I’veneverhadthestupiditytoaskawomantotryotherthings.Role-playisasfarasI’vegonewhenI cravemuchmore ButIcan’triskrejectionorrepulsion NDAsdon’tprotectyoufromdamningrumors ButwithBlair?

Ihavenofear It’son,andI’mgettinghardagain,rubbingmyswellingcockoffforherstare,andithoodsherhungryeyes “Deal,”shesays.

Quickly,wejumpintheshower I’mtemptedtofuckher there,butwewait Wewrapourselvesintheplushwhiterobes providedbythehotel.Wefinishjustintimefortheangrybangonmysuitedoor.

WhenIopenitwithdrippinghairandamatchingsmile,hersistershakesherhead.Shegivesmetheblackbaginherhand, andItakeit It’sheavyandstuffedwithgoldpapertodisguiseitscontentswhileValeleanssidewaysandclocksBlairstanding behindme.

“Watchout,” Vale warns “Youtwo are a matchmade inkinkycockheaven Someone’s gonna gettheir blue alienheart broken.”

Withthat,shepivotsonherblacklatexthigh-highbootsandstrutsbackdownthehallwayinagothicschoolgirloutfit ValeisBlair’sspittingimage,butwhereValeisedgy,Blairisglamorous.

Blair’salwaysremindedmeofaclassicHollywoodstarlet.Likearaven-hairedMarilynMonroewiththesamesexappeal and curves Unlike mostgirls oncampus who dressed like clones, she’s always had her unique style It’s another thingthat attractedmetoher.

Mostgirlswereshyorjudgmentalaboutsex,too Iknowwhatmanywerewillingtodobehindcloseddoors,butnotthis It’sjustonemorethingthathasmeadmiringher.

Liftingthemattress,I’malsoimpressedbyhowquicklyBlairsetsupthetemporaryrestraintsystemwithonelongstrapfor herwristsunderthetopandtheotherforheranklesatthebottom.

“Youreallytrustme,don’tyou?”

“Yes”Shesmoothesthesheetsbackdownoncewe’redone,justtossingitoutthere “Mysafewordis‘kumquat’”

“Kumquat?Likethefruit?”Ilaugh.“Justhowmanytimeshaveyoubeentiedup?”

“Afew”Sheshrugs “It’snotreallymykink Idon’tusuallytrustpeople”

“Who did youtrusttodoit?”

AndwhyamIgettingjealous?Whydoesanothermanfuckingherpissmeoff?Thisisjustonenight.She’snotmine,though I’llsurefuckherlikesheis.

“Itrustedacoupletodoit.”

“Amanandawoman?”

“Yes.”

Iswallowthestrangleinmythroat “So,you’re bi?” “I’mwhateverIfeellike.Itdependsontheperson.Labelswon’ttrapme.”

Trapped?That’sallI’veeverfelt,hertruthtumblingthroughmyheartasshekneelsontheedgeofthebed,reachingforthe knotinthefrontofmyrobe,andIcan’tstopadoringher

“AmIreallythefirstmanyou’veswallowed?”

“Yes,”shegazesupatme,“andthefirsttogivemeawombwash,too” Visions,dreamsofafutureIcan’thavesuddenlyfillmymindwhileIlingermyfingertipoverherbottomlip.“Whyme?” Gently,almostshyly,sheshrugs It’slikeshecan’thaveherdreameither Soshechangesthesubject.

“And now,” she says, “Iwantto be trapped byyou, BeauBronson. And Itrustyouto blindfold me, too, butbe gentle. I don’tthinkIcantakethatwholemonstercock”

Whenshehandsittome,thatwholemonstercockgetsminerockhard.It’sathick,darkblueandwhitelatex,ribbedand veinedcocksleevewithabulbousmiddle AndwhenIglossmyhardcockwithlubetostartsqueezinginsideit,Icanfeelhow it’sequallydesignedtopleasethepersonwearingitasitistheonereceivingit.Theinsideistightandslightlyribbed.Ithasa ballloopthatholdsitinplaceasIpushthroughwithmyswollencrownuntilit’salmostjuttingoutofthetipofit

“Ohmygod,”Blairsighs,andIglanceupather.“Beau,yourcock’sevenbiggerinthat;itlookssohotonyou.”

No, she looks hot.

She’sbitingherlip,hereyeswideandadmiringmybigaliendick,andthisissokinkyandfunnyandforbiddenthatitfeels romanticandalmostsweetthatwetrusteachothertodothis.It’sfuckingcrazy,butthenagain,IwassocrazyforBlair,thatthis feelsright,too

I pull her up to stand beside me and untie her robe. Gently, sliding it off her soft shoulders, I tell her, “Once you’re blindfolded,we’reincharacter,okay?Luckyforyou,ItooktheaterclassesforeasyAs.”

“Okay,”shemutters,herfingertipsgrazingmyabswhileIknottheblacksilkstraparoundhereyes,makingsureitdoesn’t tangleinherlonghair.

“What’syourheroine’sname?”

“Justusemine,”shesays,clutchingmychestlikeshe’slosingbalance,likesheneedsmeandcan’tbelievethis.“Iwantto hearmynameinyour voiceforthis”

Thesoftnessinher voicerevealshervulnerability,andthat’salwaysbeenmydrug. ThisistherealBlair

Theonewhoneedsmeandtrustsme,anddoesn’tjudge;thisistheoneIsharedmysoulwith.

Whileshe’sblindfolded,Itakeamomenttojuststareather Shecan’tseethelookinmyeyesfinallyrevealingtheheavy feelingsIhadforherforsolong.

Carefullyguidinghertolieonthebed,Ifeelthemagain.TheyfloodmeasIstrapherwristsdownfirst,anditmakesher ribsheave,herbreathgettingraspy

“You’reminenow,Blair,”Igrowl,gettingintocharacter,andit’snothard.Seeingherlikethis,blindfoldedandrestrained, watchingher surrender to me, Iknow leavingher tomorrow morningwill be hell “You’re trapped You’re all mine to fuck anywayIwantnow.”

Icontrolherbody,liftingherhipstorestatopafluffypillowbeforeIstrapheranklesinnextandgetupfromthebed,my absencemakinghernervous.

“Beau?”Hervoicetrembles.

“Beau’snothere!”Iyell,aimingformyphoneandthebottleoflubeonthedresser “Iam I’mValen,theVulgarian,andI’m abouttobreedyou,Human,andfillyouwithmyseed!”

Shegiggles,andIpressmylipstogether,tryingtostayhardandnotlaugh,too

ButonceI’mkneelingbetweenherboundlegs.OnceI’mstaringdownatherwet,pinkpussysplayedopenforme.OnceI seeherravenhairspillingoverthepillow,hersoftlipspantingandawaitingmykiss.OnceI’mleaningoverherhotbodyand lickingher nipples,lettingher feel thegiantcocksheathteasingagainsther slit,shemoans,pullingather straps,we’re NOT laughing.

“Ummm,”Icoax “Dirtylittlehuman,youlikethis,don’tyou?”

“No,”sheprotests,yankingatherrestraints.“No,leavemealone.Letmego.Idon’twantyou.Idon’tlikeyou.”

“Youdon’tlikeme,andyoucan’tfightmeeither,”Itaunt,draggingmytongueacrosshercleavage,barelyurgingmyhard, hugetipintoher entrance.“I’ve beenwatchingyou.How youfuckyourselfandhow youcan’tbe satisfiedbya humanman, either.Youneedme,don’tyou?You’resuchasexylittleslut;youneedanaliencockthat’shugeandhard,right?”

“No,”shesighs.

“You’relying.”Iflickherothernipple,andshemoans.“You’resuchafuckingtease.Icansmellyou.Icanfeelyou.How your pussy’s sowetfor mybluecock Isaw youfuckingyourselfandneedingsomuchmore,soIhadtotakeyou Andnow you’remine.AndI’mneverlettingyougo,Blair.”

“Fuckyou,”sherasps,shakingherhead

Mytonguerings her pearlednipplebeforeflickingit,asoftcryescapingher throat.“You’resuchabadlittlegirl,aren’t you?That’swhatIlove.Howyouwantmybigcock,butyouhateme,don’tyou?”

IaskbeforeIlatchontohernippleandsuckhard,gentlybitingit,too

“Yes,”shescreams,bowingherback,herneckarchingopen.“Yes,Ihateyou.Ihateyousofuckingmuch.”

“You’regoingtohatemygiantaliencockfuckingyourlittlewetpussy,too,aren’tyou?”

“Yes!”sheanswers.“It’stoobig.Don’tfuckmewiththathugething.”

“Oh,”Irise,kneelingbackbetweenherthighs,“I’mgoingtodomorethanfuckyouhardwithmyhugecock” Pouringagenerousamountoflubeoverherswollenclit,Istartrubbingitwithmythumb.Thewayherslenderneckstrains as she groans. The wayher pinkclitpebbles to myfirmtouch. The wayIcanwatchher writhe, liftingher hips for more, it makesmeleak,dropsfallingfromthetipoftheobscenelyhugesheathonmycock

“I’mgoingtostretchyouopen,Blair.I’mgoingtofuckyouandcomeinsideyouandfillyouwithmymilkuntilIcanwatch itdrippingoutofyourlittlehumanpussy Youcan’tstopme”

“Ohmygod,”shesighs.

Ilovethatthisisherfantasy Irelishshe’slettingmedothisforher

Weneverhatedeachother;wejusthatedwecouldn’tbetogether,andIhateevenmorethatwe still can’tbetogether.But atleasttonight,oneofusfulfillsourdesires,andforBlair,Iwantto.Iwantsomuchwithher.IhatethatI’llhavetoleaveher, butatleastwecanhavethisnow

Rubbingmythumbfirmlyoverherexcitedclit,shefightsagainstthestraps,moaningwhileIslowlypressmyfattipfarther in Butwiththe sheathon, mycockis scarilythicker, andIsee itpartingher lips wide,stretchingher entrance open It’s so damnhot,butIworry.

“Youwantthis,don’tyou?”Iwon’tstopteasingherclit,makinghersoopenandwetforthis,strokingandpressingdown onherglisteningnubwithmyslickthumb.“Youwantmybigaliencockinsideyou,don’tyou?” “Ohgod,”shecries.“Ohgod,please.”

She’snotusinghersafeword,soIgentlypressinmore,lickingmylipsandholdingbacktheurgetothrustinsideher.But I’dneverhurther.

“Lookatyourtinylittlepussy”Slowly,Ikeeppushing “It’sstretchingforme It’screamingonmygiantcock Yourclitis sohard.Yousecretlywantthis,don’tyou,Blair?You’resecretlyalittleslutforme,aren’tyou?Abeautifullittlehumanslut whowantsmyhugealiencocktofuckhernaughtypussy Youwant metouseyou” “Ohgod.”Herlegsstartshaking.

“You’regoingtotakemoreofme”Carefully,Iurge,pushinganotherinchinsidehertowherethebulbousmiddlethreatens herentrance.There’snowayshecantakeitall,butdamn,she’swet.It’snotjustthelube.Hermilkyarousalisdrivingmemad. “That’sit.Takemoreofthisbigdick.Yourlittlepussylovesmygiantcockfuckingyouevenifyouhateme,don’tyou,Blair?”

“Yes,”shecries,receivingthewidebulb,herhipstryingtoopenformoreofmymassiveshaft,butshecan’tmove “Don’t stop.Don’tstop.Keeprubbingmyclit.I’lldoanythingforyou.Please,don’tstop!”

Oh fuck, this is turning me on way too much

Mycockischokedsotightbythissheathandhersweetpussy,andthisrole-play.She’slovingit;she’slovingmedoingthis toher;shetrustsme,too,whicharousesmeevenmore

I’mthefirstmanshe’sswallowed,thefirstmaninsideherbare,thefirstmantobeherfantasy,anditdrivesmeinsaneto imagineanyoneelsebutmeinsideher.

“Yes,youwill pleaseme Youwill receiveme,Blair I’mtheonlycockallowedinsideyou Nooneelsewillsatisfyyou”I pinchherclit,hardandtwice,andshegroanswhileIwon’trelent.“You’lltakeanotherinchofmelikeabadlittlegirl,won’t you?Doyoufeelit?Doyoufeelmygiantcockstretchingyourpussy?”

“Yes!”Shescreams.

“You’regonnabesuchasweetlittlecuntforme,lovingmycockevenwhenyou’renotsupposedto.Right,Blair?Sayyou loveit.”

Ismackher clit. Her glossy, pinkpussykeeps swellingbefore myeyes, and I’mgonna lose it, so Igrowl itback. “Say you’remywhore!”

“Yes,Beau!”

Goddamn,mynameacrossherlips

ThenIremember, grabbingmyphone and turningonthe camera before Istart thumbingacross her clit as fast as Ican, recordingthisforher.Ineverwanthertoforgetthatitwasme I’m her fantasy.

“Comeon.”Islowlypullout,leavinghertinypinkholegapingformebeforeIstartthrustingbackin,capturingmythumb, slickandflickingherswollenclitwhilethehuge,milky,glisteningbluecockslidesbackinsideher.Igetitalloncamerafor her,capturingherfantasyforever “Comeonthisdick Comeon,Blair Thankmeforit Thankmeformybigdick Thankme forfuckingyou.”

“Ohgod”She’sshakingandtriestothrash,butshecan’t “Ohgod,thankyou Yes,Iloveit!I’msuchawhoreforyou Yes Thankyouforyourbigdick.Thankyouforfuckingme.Yes,Beau!”

Gulpingforair,she’ssuddenlysilent,onlygroaning.Herneckstrains,herbackarchinghigh,herthighsviolentlytwitching, her wrists yanking at her restraints She’s coming so hard, and I get to watch the most beautiful sight her tight pussy, stretchedopenandpulsingbeforeshestartsdrippingovermycocksheathlikeshe’ssquirtingonit.

“Fuck,Blair”Idropthephone Leaningforward,Iripherwristrestraintsoffandyankoffherblindfold “Watchthis,baby Watchthiswithme.”

Ireachunder her, gentlyliftingher tremblingbodyso she cansitup onthe pillow Iwanther to see her fantasy;whatI wouldn’tgivetoseeminewithher.

Sheleansforward,almostinahazelikeme,lookingdownatourbodiesjoined.Evenwiththissheathon,evenwiththis crazyrole-play,itfeelssointimatebetweenus,sorealandrawbecauseitis

It’s everythingwe’re forbiddento do. Everythingwe’ve always felt. Everythingwe wanted, and now we getto share it, justusandwithnoshame

“Watchme fuckyou, Blair.” Ireturnmythumb to her clit, pressinghard. “Watchme stretchyour prettylittle pussyopen withmybigbluecock Look Lookatmefuckingyou”

Sheholdsontomyshoulderswithher shakingarms.Lookingdown,she’srivetedbythesightofusconnected,her bound legsstillshaking.

“Ohmygod,”shehuffs It’slikeshe’sdruggedandlovesit “Yes,Beau Don’tstop Please,don’tstop”Ipickupmyphone again,andshemoans.“Yes,makemewatch.Makemewatchyoufuckme.Makemewatchhowmypussylovestakingyourbig cock Iwanttowatchyoucomeinsideme”

“Ohfuck.”Myhandshakes.Everythinginsidemetenses,drawingupandreadytogivehereverything.I’mgoingtogrant herwish.“Youwantme,Blair?Youwantmycum?”

“Yes.”Theshakingofherthighshasmineshaking,too.I’mswellingsotight.Mycockischokedandlovingit;I’mlosing mymind.Ican’tholditback.“Yes,Beau.Please.Please,fillmewithyourcreamycum.”

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