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I’ve never done anal face to face, and there’s a rawness to it I can’t ignore. For every touch of pain or discomfort I feel, there’s a look of pleasure on Gus’s face. Not at my discomfort—never. It comes from the indescribable sensation of our bodies coming together in intimacy, in taboo, and desire.
And I suppose that’s our story, right from the start: intimacy, taboo, and desire. Coming together like this, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
He groans out when he seats himself inside me. I’m so full. When I look into his eyes, I find him searching for pain and regret. He’ll find none, but I let him look anyway. It’s how I’ll guarantee he’ll see the satisfaction painted on my face.
“You good?” he asks, giving a singular thrust, testing how much I can take.
Life. Changing. Shit. Right. There.
I nod, urging him to give me more.
And he does. Oh, he fucking does. He wields his length so skillfully, I’m convinced he could have dicked his way to billions if he hadn’t been born a genius. My body thrums with pleasure while he thrusts deeply, his thumb pressed against my clit in a devastating complement to his motions. It’s amazing, nearly overwhelming, and it piques an urgency in me.
I want to give every part of myself to him, like he did when he opened up to me. I want him to see me vulnerable, the way he was vulnerable with me.
“Please,” I beg, succumbing to my mindless, wanton side—prolific since Gus entered my life. “August, please. I need something in my pussy.”
Let me show you how much I want you, need you.
“Say it.”
“I want the vibrator,” I request, trying to ignore a satisfied tear forming at the corner of my eye. “Please, please please—”
His hand relaxes on my cheek and he wipes the tear away with his thumb. His expression drips with admiration. “Look at you, sobbing for it already. You want it so bad, honey.” He places the head of the silicone toy against my entrance. “Beg more. For me.”
“I’ll do anything. I’ll be good, August, I swear. Fill me up. Please.”
The begging feels natural but rogue. Gus is right; I’ve never begged for anything before. But there’s something about being with a man who, for once, isn’t utterly blown away by my wealth or my last name. It makes me feel freer, like I can let my guard down.
“God, you’re lovely. I’ll give you anything when you ask like that.” He pushes the toy between my pussy lips, careful to coat it in my wetness before he slides it into me. Inch by inch, he fills me with it. Deeper. Tighter. More.
He seats every inch of it inside me. Just like that, Gus fills up both of my holes.
When I look down, the sight is vulgar and amazing. Gus’s big cock is fully inside my ass, and the end of the vibrator pokes out of my pussy. Stuffed. I can barely believe this is my body I’m seeing.
Immediately, my first thought is that I want more of this again. Soon. As soon as humanly possible. My body feels stretched and used in a way that makes my stomach flutter—and I’m so relieved to have Gus’s big body in and around mine.
“I can’t get enough of you. You love this shit,” he mutters, eyes trailing over me with reverence. “Everyone sees a perfect, prim heiress who travels the world in her designer clothes, not a hair out of place. I get to see the real you. Filthy. Insatiable. A hot little slut who wants men to use her body.”
His hand works up over my breast, stopping briefly to pinch at my pebbled nipple before he rests it on my neck. Yes. He begins to pump into me again, and his cock creates delicious pressure inside of me, working in the tight space.
“So good,” I mutter.
Gus tightens his hold on my throat and pushes even harder, like he knows I can take it all. And apparently I can—apparently all I needed to have the time of my life was a billionaire’s cock in my ass.
We’re starting to move faster, working up a rhythm where I groan every beat until Gus loops his arm around my back and hoists me up. When he repositions me, I’m in his lap, staring right at him.
Confused, I tighten my hands on his shoulders. Was it not enough for him before?
“I want to see you,” he explains breathlessly, letting his eyes travel over my face. “I want to look in your eyes, and I want you to look in mine. Is that okay?”
His expression is uncharacteristically earnest, but reassuring.
“That’s okay.”
Gus brushes my hair away from my face before he kisses my lips. Then his cock is thrusting into my asshole once again.
I’m his.
