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Fletcher’s mouth quirks in one corner, backing me onto the sofa before he kneels between my feet. He slips the shirt over his head in one easy swoop, and I almost get distracted by how stunning he is before noticing the clear cling wrap on his arm and recognizing what’s underneath: an outline of the large pattern I drew on him earlier.
“It’s” —my fingers coast over the plastic, retracing the lines, the pulse at his wrist beating rapidly under my touch— “you…” I can’t help but whisper. “You got it tattooed.”
“It’s permanent, yeah.” Confidence and pride lace his tone. “It was too beautiful not to keep forever.” Happiness rolls through my chest, saltwater stinging my eyes, and I wonder if he meant the design or me. “I have a second session to fill it in. You like it?” He lifts my hands to flank his face. “Tell me you like it.”
“I love it.” I nod, moving my thumbs and fingers through the soft, tidy facial hair. “And I love you.”
“I love you, Behraz.” His gaze fixes on mine, sparkling with pure devotion. “I want my days to start and end with you. And anytime I can’t, at least now I can look down and have a piece of you with me.”
Chapter 25
You’re All of My Dreams Coming True
Fletcher
Two monthswith Behraz Irani isn’t nearly enough.
The calendar taunts that horrible, giant red circle around the date, glaring at me from the side of the fridge where it hangs. I’m tempted to hide it. Maybe if she doesn’t see it, she won’t remember.
I bolt over there to rip it from its place and toss it into the recycling bin, mixing it with some fliers and bills from the mailbox. The trash drawer closes without a sound, and I fold my torso over the island counter until my forehead meets the granite. I encase my pathetic face with both arms, the cool surface doing nothing to alleviate the blood surging nervously through me. Remembering the night before only worsens it.
Behraz pushed me into a reclined position before thumbing over the crown of my upright cock, red and angry, shiny and dribbling pre-cum down its length. “Love when you’re sodesperate for me, Fletcher,” she purred, her voice low and honeyed. “Makes me feel so fucking hot.”
“You are, Bea.” I couldn’t think of anything but her. “So hot.”
She moaned at the compliment, sliding over my slick cock with her naked cunt, sandwiching it between her flesh and my lower belly, but not pushing inside. The teasing, fuck, the teasing would finish me off too quick. My first time with her on top and I wasn’t sure if she was edging me or herself. One palm posted onto my chest; Bea used her free hand to fist my cock and position it where she wanted.
“Bea,” I begged, hot need and desire taking over.
She inserted my cock into the glossy flesh with a soft simper, and I nearly blacked out from watching more of it disappear in her cunt. Something rumbled from deep within me.
“Do you like this?” she asked, her ragged breaths mirroring mine.
“Yes.” I clutched her lush thighs, her generous hips, leashing something beastly within me, wanting her to maintain control, wanting her to use me, use me to come.
She glided off, only to press her knees to my sides and take more of me. “Say it.”
“I…like it,” —I struggled to find words that weren’t yes or her name— “I like when you ride me.”
“Yeah? What else?” She impaled herself again, soaking my cock further with her arousal. “When you talk, I can’t hear myself think. Which is perfect, Fletcher, because my mind never shuts up. Keep talking.”
“You…Bea. God.”
“Yes, it’s me, sweetheart. Keep going.” Her head lolls back, tickling my thighs with the ends of her hair, grinding against me. “Tell me how it feels. How much you love it.” Her hips rolled and rolled, their pace becoming torturous.
“You’re my paradise,” I groaned, scrambling together thoughts at her demand. “Fucking love how rosy you get—your cheeks, your lips, your nipples” —I paused my grunting to crush her breast in one palm— “your cunt. All dark, wet, tight for me.”
“Fletcher,” she moaned again, keening at a higher pitch than her natural tone. “Hold on to me. Fuck me from below.”
I did, grabbing her ass and thrusting from below with an unyielding speed, losing my fucking mind at the way her breasts bounced. “I’m so… unbelievably hard, Bea. I’m gonna come inside you.” My girlfriend only moaned in reply, open-mouthed, every inch of her skin covered in a pink blush. “Can I? Or do you want me to come on your perfect tits again?”
“Inside…I’m right there, so close,” she whined, moving her cunt in insane circles while I was still deep inside her. “Fletcher.”
“Fuck, my heart might give out,” I confessed, pulse rattling in my throat. “The fact that you’re sitting on my cock—” I groan loudly. “But I don’t want to stop, Bea.”
For the record, if this is how I’d go, it’d be worth it.
Her knees drew apart, sucking my cock in until I buried fully within her pussy. The harsh movement elicited another extended moan from me, the vibrations stilling Behraz in an arch as she finished with a series of shudders and igniting my own orgasm until she and I burned and burned.
