Page 63 of Perfect Praise

“I know. I trust you.”

Shetrustsme. My brain is a prism of colors, electricity buzzing along every nerve, when I pull her other leg up and slide into her.

The way she feels warm and tight around my cock could physically end me. I’d fuse myself to her if I could—I can’t pull my lips off of hers, and how will I be able to walk around like normal, spending wasteful minutes not being inside her. I’ll crave it like the need to breathe.

“Locke,” she gasps into my mouth when I pull out slowly and slam back into her.

With my forehead resting against hers, I do it over and over, each time taking her breath away. My own lungs can’t keep up from how perfect I feel inside her.

“I was wrong,” she says with a smile. “You are so much fun.”

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. The way her full lips curve, and the way she sinks her white teeth into the bottom one. Water droplets drip down her skin in zigzag paths, and her hair falls in wet clumps. She traces my collarbones with her fingertips, pressing into my rib cage and dragging her nails across the grooves of my abs like she’s mesmerized by my body. Her hips match my rhythm, pulling me in deeper.

“And you aremine,” I whisper, driving myself balls deep. “Look at you, how perfect you look taking all of my cock.”

Her legs tremble. Her fingernails sink into my shoulder blades. “More,” she pleads.

Maren hovers on the edge, moaning through the start of her orgasm and begging to be thrown over.

“Tell me what youare.”

“I’m such a good girl,” she breathes, green eyes stuck to mine. “I’m only your good girl. And I look so beautiful when you fuck me.”

Her hand slides down my arm before she grips my wrist and brings my hand up to her throat.

I wrap my fingers around her tiny neck gently, but she shakes her head, tightens both her hands around my forearm, and whispers, “Use me.”

“Fuck, Maren.” My fingers press, constrict. “You’re a fucking pleasure to use.” She smiles, opens her mouth, but just slightly, from the thrill of having her airway blocked off. Her eyes are wild and playful. I can feel her orgasm building throughout her body as my cock rocks into her so hard I hope it hurts her to walk tomorrow. That way she’ll be thinking about me every time she takes a step. Every time she sits. My entire body starts to tense. “You’re going to look even more beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.”

My knees almost give out when she moans my name and comes on my cock, squeezing around me tightly, her entire body shuddering against the glass.

I follow right behind her, every one of my nerves juddering and rolling in a wave of pleasure I’ve never felt. I groan into her neck as we catch our breath.

We just stay here silent with the water splashing around us. Her fingers twist in and out of my hair, my cock still deep inside her. Our chests heave up and down in sync, trying to regain normalcy.

“God, Locke,” she whispers underneath an airy giggle as I brush my lips over her jaw, down her neck. “I like this.”

I can’t wipe the smile I know she can feel against her skin off my face.

Whatever is happening to me scares me.

Because even after the high slowly fades, my first instinct is to reply,I like you.

Locke is currently smilingat me with dimples, which turns into a smoldering smirk, as he pulls his driver out of his golf bag—thatdriver.

The sky today is cloudless, the perfect day for golf but sadly, not photography.

I don’t know who I am anymore, but I like this girl.

I feel sure of myself.Confident.

Conrad seems to be keeping an extra eye on me, but more out of curiosity, I think. I’m standing far enough back that I know Locke can’t hear my camera, and I’ve gotten good shots of him along with the young new golfer Landon, his partner on the course today.

Who knew this would be this hot? Us being the only two in the world who know what happened last night—how I willingly give myself over to him to please him, and in return I’m really the powerful one. It’s on my terms. I never realized sex could make me feel like this—or maybe it’s the not caring that’s rubbed off on me. I can’t be entirely sure.

It surprises me how deeply I trustLocke. But I guess that is what kinks are about—trust. He has looked out for me repeatedly, every step of the way, and always seems to have my best interest at heart. He would never do anything that he thought would harm me. And evenwhen I think he doesn’t notice me, I’m starting to think he actually does.

His body is always angled in my direction, even when his head isn’t. He fiddles with a tee in his pocket while he looks for me after we walk to each hole, and when he finds me, he settles.

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