Page 27 of Shameless Play

“Yes, Beau!”

Goddamn, my name across her lips.

Then I remember, grabbing my phone and turning on the camera before I start thumbing across her clit as fast as I can, recording this for her. I never want her to forget that it was me —I’m her fantasy.

“Come on.” I slowly pull out, leaving her tiny pink hole gaping for me before I start thrusting back in, capturing my thumb, slick and flicking her swollen clit while the huge, milky, glistening blue cock slides back inside her. I get it all on camera for her, capturing her fantasy forever. “Come on this dick. Come on, Blair. Thank me for it. Thank me for my big dick. Thank me for fucking you.”

“Oh god.” She’s shaking and tries to thrash, but she can’t. “Oh god, thank you. Yes, I love it! I’m such a whore for you. Yes. Thank you for your big dick. Thank you for fucking me. Yes, Beau!”

Gulping for air, she’s suddenly silent, only groaning. Her neck strains, her back arching high, her thighs violently twitching, her wrists yanking at her restraints. She’s coming so hard, and I get to watch the most beautiful sight — her tight pussy, stretched open and pulsing before she starts dripping over my cock sheath like she’s squirting on it.

“Fuck, Blair.” I drop the phone. Leaning forward, I ripher wrist restraints off and yank off her blindfold. “Watch this, baby. Watch this with me.”

I reach under her, gently lifting her trembling body so she can sit up on the pillow. I want her to see her fantasy; what I wouldn’t give to see mine with her.

She leans forward, almost in a haze like me, looking down at our bodies joined. Even with this sheath on, even with this crazy role-play, it feels so intimate between us, so real and raw because it is.

It’s everything we’re forbidden to do. Everything we’ve always felt. Everything we wanted, and now we get to share it, just us and with no shame.

“Watch me fuck you, Blair.” I return my thumb to her clit, pressing hard. “Watch me stretch your pretty little pussy open with my big blue cock. Look. Look at me fucking you.”

She holds onto my shoulders with her shaking arms. Looking down, she’s riveted by the sight of us connected, her bound legs still shaking.

“Oh my god,” she huffs. It’s like she’s drugged and loves it. “Yes, Beau. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I pick up my phone again, and she moans. “Yes, make me watch. Make me watch you fuck me. Make me watch how my pussy loves taking your big cock. I want to watch you come inside me.”

“Oh fuck.” My hand shakes. Everything inside me tenses, drawing up and ready to give her everything. I’m going to grant her wish. “You want me, Blair? You want my cum?”

“Yes.” The shaking of her thighs has mine shaking, too. I’m swelling so tight. My cock is choked and loving it; I’m losing my mind. I can’t hold it back. “Yes, Beau. Please. Please, fill me with your creamy cum.”

“Fucckkkk.”It slams me so hard. The orgasmshe gives me. The way she feels. The way she talks. The way I can finally have her, I can finally let go. My neck and cock choke for her. I’m grunting. I can’t breathe, feeling the rapture, the hot, sweet release, the spasms in my strangled cock inside her. “Fuck, Blair.” I can’t believe it, barely pulling out so she can see it, too. It only makes me spurt more, watching my creamy cum leak from her pussy.

“Watch me, Beau,” she insists. Rubbing her pearly clit herself, she demands, “This is real. Watch me come for you, feeling your cum dripping from my pussy. Look at me. Watch.”

In a fever pitch, she flicks her clit so fast I can’t catch my breath because she’s breathtaking. Crying out and coming for me, she lets me record it, wanting me to see it, to share it.

She has no shame for her desire for me, and I slam my lips against hers, snatching her panting breath away, wanting everything inside her and trying to take just an ounce of Blair Monroe with me because I’ll have to let her go.

And I never want to.

FIVE

RIP my pussy.

BLAIR

I’m suspicious.

That look in Beau’s eyes, lying on the pillow beside me, silently staring into mine, makes my heart do weird shit. Like it’s suddenly an Olympic gold gymnast flipping and tumbling and flying through my chest.

“What?” I ask him.

He brushes a lock of hair off my face. “How long are you going to clutch my cock sheath to your chest like a blue teddy bear?”

“Like I’m ever letting this go?” I squeeze it tighter. “Hell no. It’s going on my bookshelf beside my books. I’m gonna get up-lights for it and have Alexa play ‘Space Cowboy’ every time I enter the room.”

He grins, but still, he keeps looking at me,not like he just pretended to be a giant blue alien fucking me bound and senseless and making me squirt for the first time. There’s no fuck that’ll ever beat that.

No, he’s looking at me like I just baked him cookies and greeted him at the door of our home in an apron, his naughty wife’s apron this time andnothis maid.

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