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“Let’s get a few things straight, Claire,” he sighs. “I’m not going anywhere. When I’m not at the hospital, the only place I want to be is here, with you.”
“Am I going to have to gag you to have this conversation? Because I swear to God, woman, I will.”
“As I was trying to say, I’m still set on making you mine. When I’m free, I want to focus on you, and only you.”
“When it comes to you, I’ve got rounds of fight in me. And if we do this, I’m not stopping, even if you tap out.”
“Great sex requires constant communication and checking in. Pleasure goes both ways, and I’m never going to take my own unless I know you’ll also have yours. Do you understand that?”
“You’re not defective, pretty girl. You just haven’t had a chance to be broken in yet.”
“You know that if you wanted to have an adult discussion with me about whether or not we’re seeing other people, you could just bring it up, right? You don’t have to play your little games and dance around the topic.”
“You’re mine, pretty girl,” I murmur into her skin as my lips caress her neck. “Only mine.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Claire,” I offer. “But I want you to know that I’m all in.”
Beau can definitely sense that I’m turned on because I’m rubbing against him like a bitch in heat.
“I don’t share,” Beau growls, the expression on his face suddenly harsh.
“For someone who just found out that my kink involves bondage, you’re feeling awfully brave.”
“Trust me when I say that my cock is more than enough for you. You won’t ever think about another man once you have it. My cock is going to ruin you for the rest of your life, pretty girl.”
But with Claire, I want her to know that my first priority is her—her pleasure, and her progress.
Because, unlike that vibrator, I’m going to lick you, suck you, and fuck you with my tongue until you’re begging for release. When I finally get a taste of your perfect pussy, I plan on taking my sweet time.
It’s like I never got to experience the sex-crazed teenager phase, and now it’s hit me with full force, even though we haven’t had sex yet.
It makes me wonder why women don’t get each other vibrators as gifts. We could all benefit from that kind of generosity in our lives.
Surgery used to provide a thrill that nothing else in the world could. But now, it’s become a grueling endurance race that I’m forced to run just so I can get back to the one place where I truly feel like myself—with Claire.
“Damn, I should have thought of that. No, I just figured that since I desperately need insulin after that meal, I would teach you how to give it. What better time to start learning how to be a nurse than right now?”
“Nope. I use something called an insulin pen at the hospital. Don’t have to keep it refrigerated, and I can store it in my locker or my pocket. Remind me to bring one home so you can see how it works.”
“Tell me what you’re desperate for. I won’t ask again.”
“How about I give you what you need, and then we can talk about everything.”
“Well then I give you full consent to do whatever you want to my body. If I need you to stop, I promise I’ll tell you. I belong to you, Beau, and that means that I fully trust you to give me what I need. And right now, you’re not doing that. So snap out of it.”
“Let’s see how wet we can get you before I mop you up with my tongue.”
“Oh fuck,” I groan against her lips. “My cock is gonna destroy this tight pussy, pretty girl. You want that? To be ruined by me?”
Good thing she’s about to learn that the only man worth having is one that would prefer to drown in pussy, rather than come up for air.
“Regretting having me go head to head with a sex toy?” I tease, tossing her legs over my shoulders for round two. “I did warn you.”
I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong, but I will confess this to anyone who asks—Beau Buffington is better than a vibrator.
“We didn’t have to go up here, you know. I would have been happy if you had graced me with your girth on the kitchen floor.”
“Here’s how this is gonna go, pretty girl,” he drawls, moving toward the bed with a lustful hunger in his eyes. “You’re going to come one more time on my fingers. Then, I’m going to make good on my promise. Once I’m inside you, I’m not holding back, so I’m trusting you to tell me if I need to stop.”
“I’m trying my fucking hardest to do this the right way with you,” he says, voice dangerous. “But if you don’t hold still and let me give you another orgasm, I swear to God I’ll tie you up and force you to come.”
“I guess the question now is . . . should I fuck your face, or your pussy?”
“That I’m going to bury myself so deep in that tight pussy that you’ll need fucking surgery to ever walk normally again.”
“I remember everything you say too. And you told me that you belong to me, which means I’m going bare in this pussy. That okay?”
I like to equate it to driving a car—you could get in an accident on a road you take every single day, or you could arrive at your destination safely on the most dangerous road possible. All you can do is react and rely on your instincts to get you there, because things happen in real life that are nobody’s fault other than fate.
He doesn’t come from money, and though he never really shares about his childhood, I suspect his worldviews have a lot to do with what he experienced growing up.
“It’s because they’re the same person, Cass. And all demons think that they’re actually angels.”
It’s provocative—gets the people going.
My cock is about to provoke your gag reflex. (Merry Christmas to me) Where are you?
Obviously, I’m already attracted to him when he’s relaxed and at home, but in this professional setting, he gives off a different kind of energy that makes a warm heat settle between my legs. I watch unashamedly as Beau nods and claps the other man on the back,
This is so real
It’s official—my panties are soaked. He can have a blowjob. He can have sex. He can have whatever he wants . . . as long as he has me.
“You two,” she hisses, her eyes quickly flickering between us in warning, “need to get your shit together before anyone else catches onto what I just saw.”
“Morgan is a lot of things, a pain in my ass being high up on the list, but she’s not a snitch.”
“I know normally we do take care of you first, but right now you’re going to open that delicate little throat of yours and let me fuck your face. Swallow me down and if you’re good, I’ll make it up to you afterward. Now get on your fucking knees.”
“God, you’re perfect,” I praise, stroking my thumb over her bottom lip. “Now open these pretty lips of yours and show me just how perfect you sound when you’re choking on my cock.”
Invisible demons are still just as terrorizing as the visible ones, and we all handle the battle differently and at our own pace.
“You may think it’s fun to tease me now, but I’ve got all day tomorrow, and nothing better to do than punish you for it.”
Love is supposed to challenge you. To make you uncomfortable. It’s supposed to force you to bear your ugliest parts to someone. The parts that you’ve been told to hide your whole life. The parts that you’ve been told are too loud, or too embarrassing. The parts that make you different.
Put any man in a monkey suit and women get their panties wet.
“That won’t do,” I tut, smearing her arousal across her lips. “We have guests coming over. Can you stay quiet?”
