Peep Show

by Isabella Starling

I wanted to inhale her scent like a drug. Fill my nostrils with the sweetness of my girl. Fill my mouth with her syrupy taste and taste the sweetness of her full, pouty lips until I was punch drunk on them.

“I will go any-fucking-where for you,” I told her roughly. “And no one in the fucking world will stop me.”

Yes, I was already in love. There was no way I’d be able to escape what she made me feel now. So I might as well accept it, and prepare myself for the greatest fall of all.

I grabbed her hips and fucked her viciously, with every shred of emotion left in my body. The anger. The pain. The love I felt for the innocent woman in my arms.

I showed her everything as I took her, and I never fucking let go. I fucked her relentlessly, and from that moment on, we both knew she belonged to me completely, for as long as she let me. She was mine.

“Will you stay with me, Bebe? Will you be fucking mine like I need you to, baby?” “Yes,” she replied breathlessly, and the world stood still for a second. “Yes, I will be yours. Only yours. All yours. Forever, Miles, forever…”

My orgasm was fucking brutal, ripping through the walls of the bathroom with its intensity, our grunts and screams echoing around the room and making me grateful I owned the whole fucking floor.

“My girl,” I grunted, driving myself into her one last time. ...

We watched as the sun turned the room the most brilliant of colors, and I fell in love with his apartment, which I’d always thought was a little lifeless and impersonal. But now I understood it, from the stark, undecorated walls to the all-white furniture. He was an artist. An artist through and through. And he preferred the play of nature to whatever he could have done to the place himself. I loved that about him.

I stared at her in front of me, so small but so fucking full of life, overflowing with energy and enthusiasm, ready to help me in any way she possibly could. She was incredible, amazing. She was the missing piece I needed to feel whole again. She was the missing part of my equation.

My eyes widened as I took in the street, my tits hanging heavily above it. This was it. This was the moment of madness I’d been waiting for.

His cock was punishing me, stabbing me so savagely I howled from the pain and pleasure combined. He fucked me like I was his property, and I fucking loved it.

All that mattered was this moment, where I belonged to him completely, and placed every last hope in his hands, letting him do whatever the fuck he wanted to with me – body, mind, and soul.

And right now, he was deciding to fuck it. Fuck it until I screamed for mercy but kept coming on his cock like a brazen whore, too far gone to stop myself and too drunk on my love for him to even want to try. I was an addict, and he was serving up exactly what I wanted, what I needed. I’d never have enough of him, of this.

“Come inside me,” I begged him. “Fucking come inside me, right now.” “Take it,” he told me roughly. “You’re going to ...

I laughed for him, for us, and for Posy. Because I was still here and damnit, I was going to live my life until the very last moment and enjoy every fucking second of it. I was going to love it, and make it worth it for every other person that didn’t get to live theirs.

“You’re beautiful,” Miles told me, letting me enjoy that special moment. “This is… it’s incredible. I’m in love with you, sugar. I’m so fucking in love.”

For the first time in years, I didn’t feel alone. One look into Bebe’s eyes… Those brown, beautiful pools of dirty little secrets and whispered promises. And I was complete.

“You,” I breathed against her lips, not giving a shit who was watching. “You’ve changed my fucking life. And I’m never letting you go.”

“You need to be mine,” I said. “I want you to be mine completely. I want you to wear the sign of it. I want my baby in your fucking belly. I want my ring on your finger. I want you beside me. Now, and forever.”

My anxiety was sky high. I could barely breathe. But I had to do this.

And for once in my life, I wanted them to see every last bit of it. Because there was nothing more beautiful than the girl in front of me, my ring glistening on her finger as she threw herself around my shoulders. Nothing more beautiful than us.