Page 44 of Never Forget

I fuck him slow and sensual, hard and fast. I fuck him so hard his knees give out and he ends up flat on his belly. Then I fuck him into the mattress, his cock grinding into the mussed blankets until he all but screams my name in to the night, his ass pulsing around me and working my climax to the surface. I pump him full, reminding him with each pump of my hips and my words that he’s my own personal sperm bank. That his existence is nothing but taking my loads, letting me breed him over and over.

And I do.

Once I plug him back up again, I pull him against my chest and tell him to get some rest, because it won’t be long before I’m ready to go again.

Unknown: I’ll tell you a little secret.

Unknown: Nothing lasts forever.

Unknown: You need to get yours while you still can.

Unknown: These people don’t care about you. You’re disposable.

ELEVEN

NAZ

I think I created a monster. Or some kind of madman.

It’s on me for not believing him. It’s not as if Scott has ever told me he was going to do something and then didn’t follow through.

I really didn’t think he was capable of this kind of marathon sex, though. I mean… I didn’t think anyone was. I can cum maybe twice in an hour, and then I’m pretty well done. I don’t know that I’ve ever attempted to do more than that. Usually, when the sex part is over, he cleans me up and does his aftercare bullshit, and the night is over.

I’m not really sure how many times he woke me up through the night. At least two… maybe three? He had me so fucked up, I dreamt about him fucking me, and it all kind of runs together in my memory so who knows? It could have been twice, it could have been ten times for all I’m capable of remembering.

He fucked me awake this morning, too. Then he fucked me bent over in the bathroom with my hands braced on the shower wall, so my head and back were under the spray of the shower. Afterwards, he made a show of keeping me plugged with his cock while washing the butt plug before putting it right back in.

I spent a good bit of the morning on the phone working on details for my grandfather’s care. None of it was too bad. Emmy’s help has everything moving so much smoother than I anticipated. I’d be lying if being forced to reconnect to the real world wasn’t a little disappointing, but I didn’t have to think about it long because the moment I put the phone down, I was bent over the kitchen counter and fucked until I couldn’t think about it anymore. That was sometime between breakfast and lunch.

A little while later, I got snarky, which got me dragged into the bedroom and basically folded in half like a lawn chair. He didn’t let me come until I begged, and then he had the audacity to record it. Afterwards, he lay there and teased me with a vibrator while making me listen to myself beg until we were both hard again.

I’ve never been so humiliated, turned on, and fucked out in my life.

A couple of hours after that, I was enjoying a new audiobook about a human office worker who lusts after his boss, who just happens to be a minotaur who delivers bucket-sized loads. I found myself pushed to my hands and knees right around the same time the employee was getting frosted in his office bathroom.

I wonder if he’d be offended if I asked if he took anything to get it up so many times. I also wonder what kind of consequences I’d incur if I did ask. It’s a fair question, but he might see it as a challenge.

Then again, it’s been a few hours. It’s by far the longest time I’ve gone without a dick in my ass since last night.

I’m currently bent over a kitchen stool on my back deck. Outside. Bare ass naked. Just waiting.

He played with me a little when he led me out here, but to my utter confusion, he told me to stay and then walked away. Left me alone. Ass, dick, and balls hanging out for the world to see. Outside. With a construction crew on the other side of the property. It’s unlikely they could see me from here, but it’s not impossible. I’m pretty fucking exposed.

I’ve lost track of time, but by the angle that the sun is hitting the lake, I’d say it’s probably late afternoon. Given the smells coming from the open back door, I’m pretty sure Scott is cooking, but it can’t be dinner time yet. Can it?

My stomach growls. I’ve been eating pretty light today, but even my hunger is overshadowed by the anticipation of waiting for him, of not knowing when he’s going to come out here and fuck me into oblivion again.

He was right about that, too. It’s the only thing I can think about.

And yes, for the record, I’m really fucking sore. My ass hurts. It hurts every time I shift with the plug inside me, and it hurts every time Scott shoves his fat cock inside me. I’m pretty sure my asshole is wrecked. I am truly not going to be able to sit for a week.

But I fucking love it.

It’s embarrassing just how much.

The dynamic between Scott and I was hard for me to come to terms with at first. Whether because of my grandparents’ expectations of me, or the pressures of being a public figure, or just my own backwards pride and ideals, I’ve always been the dominant one in any situation. Not in the way Scott is during our sessions, just overall.

I was in charge. I was the one giving. It’s probably some kind of internalized misogyny, but I normally only slept with people who were smaller than me. And once we hit true fame, people would throw themselves at me because they wanted to get fucked by a rockstar, and they had expectations on how that would go.