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“Yes, Master,” I say, nodding furiously.
“Then go faster. Fuck yourself with your fingers and come all over them for me.”
My body doesn’t give me a choice to disobey. As if on command, I feel myself explode in a way I’ve never felt before. Sure, being with Beau last week was also on a different level, but when I get myself off, it’s usually just enough to say I did. To scratch the annoying itch.
But this? Holy hell, I feel like a new person.
I try to bring myself down, not sure how to when I’m physically shaking, but the sound of Beau’s voice brings me back to Earth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says. “Now open your eyes, Belle. Time to watch what you do to me.”
I’m barely down from my orgasm, my body still shaking, as I see Beau start to come apart. His face looks like it’s pained, but also getting pleasure.
And I did that. I made him look like that. I made him look like he wants to crawl through the phone and do every single thing he could imagine to me.
“Say it again.”
I don’t need to ask what he means. “Yes, Master.”
“Yesssss!” The growl he makes is hot as fuck. And might possibly wake the person staying next to him. “That sounds so good coming out of your mouth. Are you going to call me thatwhen you’re home? When I come up behind you and show you how hard you make me?”
I don’t allow myself to consider if he’s serious or not. I’m too in the moment. My brain is too short circuited. And at this point, I couldn’t tell him no if I wanted to.
“Yes, Master.”
“Fuck!” It’s the last thing he shouts before his release starts to coat his stomach. His hand doesn’t stop as he milks himself dry, letting every drop of cum leak onto his chest before I think he stops breathing.
My room is silent as we catch our breaths, both of us clearly trying to remember what time zone we’re in as we reposition ourselves on our beds.
“That was…” I let the thought go, because I don’t have words.
“Exactly,” he says, his boyish smile hitting me in the place I’m starting to think is a heart. “Same time tomorrow night?”
I laugh as I curl myself into a ball on the bed. “Only if we play better than we did today. Because if we don’t, then clearly this didn’t work.”
“Oh, we will,” he says with a wink for good measure. “I guarantee it.”
CHAPTER 29
BEAU
The absolute worst thing happened this weekend. And when I say worst, I mean best.
I ended up finishing third.
And Shelby won.
I’m not going to claim we both played so well because we got ourselves off with each other every night, but I’m not not saying that didn’t help. And, being the superstitious guy I am, once you start something that works, you don’t stop. Ever.
Oh no! I have to get off to the sight of my wife’s tits every weekend as she fingers herself. Whatever is a man to do?
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say as I step up behind her at the driving range. Putting my arms around her, I take advantage of my sneak attack and place a kiss on her neck.
“Beau…” she says before tensing for a second. She relaxes quickly, remembering that we’re in public and it would look pretty strange if she shoved me away for just wanting to give my wife a kiss. And a pretty tame one at that.
Am I using the fact that we’re outside to get close to her? Yes.
Am I ashamed? Nope. Not a damn bit.
