Page 17 of Their Secret Hideaway

She shakes so beautifully, every bit of her curvaceous body trembling with each and every thrust. She purrs at first, but it’s quickly building back up to absolute mad lust. We’ve gotten to know one another so well that getting to exactly what we both want hardly takes any time at all.

I hook her legs, and push into her deeper. I had no idea if the so-called G-spot was actually a thing, but I knew that Tabitha especially liked it when I took her a certain way, when my cock hit her just right. She moaned a little louder, screamed a little harder. Everything for her. I give her my all, taking her like a machine, wanting her to sing my praises so loudly and clearly.

And she does. It is glorious. She makes me feel like the king of the world, and she’s right there beside me as my queen. We press harder. Every tryst between us seeming hotter than the last. It doesn’t seem possible for it all to keep getting better, but with Tabitha?

I can’t say that it wasn’t that. It is always the best I’ve ever had.

We’re not going to hold out for much longer. Neither of us are ever going to claim to be tantric masters, but that’s okay. As long as the two of us are having the time of our lives, nothing else matters.

I’m barely holding on. The pressure inside me is so intense. My cock wants nothing more to unleash its payload, and give every single drop it has to Tabitha in tribute, but I know my biological shortcomings as a man. I’d long ago learned that a true gentleman always makes sure that his girl comes first.

Sure, I cheat a little. I place a finger on her clit, and press it with the rhythm of the fucking. I’m not sure that Tabitha cares in the case of this so-called competition, not with how once again she’s screaming for me, and how it’s all going to leave her voice so hoarse in the morning. I’m barely hanging on though, and I’m waiting for whatever little thing it’ll take to finally push her over the edge.

Finally, I succeed. She shudders, holds me so goddamn tight, and screams my name. I feel her body tense up in my arms, and her pussy squeeze my cock so much. How she lets everything out, and how that’s permission for me to let everything out too.

She does things to me. Amazing, wonderful things. The pulse of orgasm with her is so far beyond anything else I’ve ever experienced before. I give her my everything, it all rushing out. When I cum with Tabitha, it’s truly a wonder that I have anything left to continue on.

I collapse into her, and I give her a kiss. It’s brief, but’s the perfect exclamation for everything we had just done.

“I want you here with me,” I whisper. “In this cabin. By my side. For the rest of my life. I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life, Tabitha.”

She softly smiles. “And I want that to be just as true, Fox. I want it to be more true than anything.”

I can sense the slight bit of doubt in her voice.

There is something we need to talk about. I’ve put it off long enough.

But I’m tired. She’s tired.

It can wait just a little bit longer.

For now, I pull her into my arms, and shift in the bed, holding her close. I hold her how I want to hold her every night for the rest of my life.

NINE

tabitha

The morning sun peers through, none of us bothering to properly close the blinds the night before. I guess the two of us were preoccupied with more important things.

I stretch myself out, aching the good ache, the night before being quite the exertion. It’s as good a time as any to get up, as I’ve never been much for spending days rotting in bed. I’m too much of a busybody I guess.

As I sit up in the bed, I realize I’m not alone, and there’s already someone there pondering their life. Fox, still buck naked, sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking down at the floor, lost in thought.

I scoot up beside him. “Good morning,” I say, trying to bring a smile to his face. I don’t succeed.

“Morning,” he says.

“Something bothering you?”

“Yeah, there is something bothering me.” He takes a deep breath. “My father is a crook.”

I shrug. “Well yeah, what real estate people get away with should be criminal, but society has decided to tolerate it for whatever reason.”

He shakes his head. “No, not that. I mean, he’s a legitimate, actual criminal. Like, he should be being arrested for what he’s doing.”

I exhale with relief. He’s finally opening up. “Okay. Go on.”

“I guess I should be more clear.”

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