“Hands and knees.” She follows the instructions, but I hesitate. That juicy pussy is calling my name, but should I eat her or fuck her.
“Please fuck me, Tyler. Please.”
Any other day, I’d eat her out first for no other reason than to deny her request. But there is no way I can delay anchoring my body to hers when she honors me with such sweet submission. I yank off my jeans and crawl up behind her. With one single move, I thrust into her hot heat until my balls slap against her clit.
“More,” she demands.
I grab her hips and rut into her hard and fast. The way she squeezes me and her cries of pleasure stroke my ego. My balls are filling again already.
“Rub your clit. I want you to come as hard and as fast as you can.”
She rushes to obey, and within moments, her wet, fluttering contractions build in power enough to drag me into space with her. We soar on waves of ecstasy, leaving everything behind, moored only to each other. Slowly, we float back down. I collapse, still lodged inside, and roll us to our sides. Yeah, I could die a happy man spooned around the love of my life, cock embedded deep inside her.
I smooth the hair back from her face. “You okay?”
She wiggles her butt against me. “Perfect.”
We rest in silence, our breath synchronizing to a normal rhythm. Unable to avoid the topic any longer, I ask the question looming around us. “Did you see the paper?”
“I did.” Her tone is neutral.
“How do you feel about it?”
She’s slow to answer. “Relieved but angry. Going to prison forever doesn’t change the fact he killed people and took away Blake’s future.”
I squeeze her tighter. “We’re making sure Blake has a future waiting for him when he’s released from rehab.”
Blake was transferred from the hospital to a rehab center. His legs have healed, but he’s still not walking. I have no idea if he ever will again. Neither does he, and he’s pissed about it. I don’t blame him.
A heaviness settles around us. I need to change the mood. “Did I show you the logo Stone commissioned?”
“No.” She cranes her neck to face me. “Do you have it?”
I regretfully leave her body to retrieve my phone from my discarded jeans and pull up the text with the image. She grabs my hand and turns the phone toward her.
“Really?’ She chuckles. “The Yacht Club?”
“It’s perfect when you think about it. It's an ideal cover, and if you look carefully, the oars on the logo are actually paddles. Alex was really pleased with the rope. We’re targeting the wealthy, the vacationers, the people Pandora doesn’t serve.”
“But there’s no ocean for miles.”
“There’s a lake. People have sailboats here. Besides, I like the irony.”
“I do too.” She pulls the screen to her, inspecting the life preserver logo with the hidden BDSM elements. Kind of like the dungeon will be—if you know, you know.
“We’ll have to help test some of the equipment before we can open it to members.” I say this as if it’s some kind of burden.
“Quality checks are important.” She smiles at me, clearly on the same train of thought.
“Might have to test the spanking bench a couple of times—”
“Just to be sure.”
I leave my phone on the nightstand to pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply. Having her safe, committed to me, and a part of my family leaves me with confidence and contentment that we can handle anything the future brings as long as we’re together.
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Alex
