Page 135 of Down Beat

It makes this so much harder.

“It’s not much use sitting next to me though, is it?” I lift an eyebrow, taunting him.

He laughs, rearing back to kneel between my legs. I push up on my elbows with rapt attention to watch as he sheaths himself.

God, I need this man in me, like yesterday.

“Fuck, you’re everything,” he mutters, one hand splayed on my stomach. His touch drags lower, the heel of his hand massaging my pussy. “I wanted to take my time with you, kitty.”

“I don’t.” My head drops back, my eyes sliding closed as he shifts from the heel of his hand to his fingertips, his touch teasing my entrance.

“So pretty.” Rey slips a finger inside, pulling it out again simply to taste me on him.

I damn near combust at the sight.

He repeats the action, massaging my pussy before each dip of his finger, adding another on the third go. He doesn’t need to warm me up; I’ve been red hot for this man since the moment he placed his face against mine in my apartment.

I hook a heel behind his hips, urging him closer. He chuckles without opening his mouth, the sound a rumble from deep within as he leans forward to set himself chest to chest with me.

“This is it, kitty. Last chance to back out.” I whimper as his cock nudges against me. “After this it’s all on.”

“Bring it.” I hook both feet behind him and pull him toward me.

He groans as he fills me, his head dropping to my shoulder. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” I take his face in my hands, lifting his head as he pulls back and thrusts again, slowly, carefully. “Just as you are.”

The look in his eyes is my undoing. All his vulnerabilities are laid bare as he builds a smooth rhythm. He trusts me. It’s there in the dark depths of his gaze.

He trusts me, and I’m about to take advantage of that in the worst way.

I disguise my pain in my cries as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, filling me with his heat and coaxing me to the edge. His touch is heaven, and here I am, the worst demon he’ll have to fight yet, masked as an angel to his eyes.

I have to do this. If I truly love this man and want the best for him, then I have to do this, no matter how I feel right now.

I wrap my arms around him, holding his head to my shoulder while I lift my legs around his hips and drive him deeper. I bind myself to him, giving him that security he seeks as he brings us both to climax.

“Fuck, Rey. Please,” I beg shamelessly as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder.

Only I don’t beg for the orgasm he pulls from me. I don’t beg for his release as he cries out, either.

I beg, above all else, that after tomorrow he’ll be okay.

That one day, he might forgive me for this.

That one day, he might understand why I had to do it.