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October 15th

“Uhh.” A warm tongue glides up my pussy and my head drops back as my brain tries to process what’s happening.

“Shh, birthday girl. I need to blow your mind and then disappear like a thief in the night,” Arran teases me.

I open my eyes with a smile, knowing it’s morning and not night, but I love the idea of birthday sex. He didn’t go home last night when I put Zayn to bed, because he wanted to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday.

Orgasms first thing in the morning sound pretty fucking incredible.

“Yes, please,” I gasp, my fingers twisting in the blankets as Arran pins my thighs to the mattress. Over the last few months I’ve been learning that he’s what’s called a pleasure dom. He reminds me to drink my water, carries my bags, and will blow my fucking mind in the bedroom until I beg for mercy.

Our dates have included body painting, tattooing on fake skin, cooking, and so much more. Among all of it, there has been a lot of mind blowing sex.

There have been a few times where we’ve negotiated for him to push past my limits and then he fucks me until I fall asleep. I’m learning things about myself that I started to find out in high school, but the environment wasn’t right.

I wasn’t safe enough to be able to engage in that kind of behavior, and I couldn’t trust my partners to give me what I needed.

Ugh. I don’t want to think about the devils today.

I let myself get lost in Arran’s tongue, the pleasure keeping me grounded as I gasp and writhe.

“I’m going to come. Please.”

“Don’t. I need your cunt strangling my cock when you do it for the first time today.”

Well that’s new. We don’t have much time, though, and this is the first time he’s ever spent the night while Zayn is home.

Arran flips me easily onto my hands and knees and I gasp as his large hand slaps my ass. The crown of his cock has my eyes rolling back as he pushes his way inside my pussy, and he praises me for being so ready for him.

“I swear, you were wet when I started eating you out,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers finding my clit. I sigh as I force my muscles to relax, and he kisses my shoulder as his cock stretches my walls. “Fuck, your cunt feels like velvet, baby. That’s my girl. Keep quiet and breathe for me.”

Arran knows “being quiet” isn’t really something I do well while he’s fucking me, and he covers my mouth with his hand as he thrusts. My back bows as my body tries to accommodate his size, and I soon find out why he’s doing this.

“I hate that I won’t be able to spend the day with you,” he growls in my ear. “Every time you move, I want you to remember me.”

“Mmhmm,” I cry behind his hand, my release building inside of me. His cock is heavy and thick as he fucks me, hitting exactly where I need him to. It’s as if he was made for me. He worries about hurting me, but I also love this bite of pain.

“Fuck, fuck, yes. Do it, baby. Come. I’ll fuck you through it.”

My eyes roll back as my toes curl, and he holds me the best he can as his hips piston even harder. You’d think it would be more difficult for me to reach the next peak, but he knows my body. Instead, he gathers me close, sitting me in his lap as I ride his cock. If anything, he’s deeper in this position, and Arran keeps me quiet by kissing me over my shoulder.

“Make me come,” he growls. “Force me to lose control, baby. Do it.”

I begin to milk his cock as I ride him in reverse, and he kneads my breasts. He pinches my nipples, kisses my lips, and I take control of things by deciding I need a different position.

“We need to move,” I rasp.

Arran lifts me up and my back hits the mattress as he follows me down. I’m finding that I’m more flexible since I’ve continued going to yoga classes at the rec center. Stress is a trigger for a lot of my chronic illness stuff, and I am a regular attendee at classes a few times a week.

“You got it. I need to see your gorgeous face,” he murmurs, watching as my lips part as he slides back inside me. “Mmm. I love you.”

“Arran.” That’s the first time he’s said that. I’ve been waiting to tell him that I love him, but he grins lazily as if he already knows. Our kisses are slower and more intense as my heels dig into his ass, and his grunts manage to feel as if they’re vibrating my clit.

“Let me enjoy saying it first,” he murmurs, kissing me. His hand massages my skin, maintaining contact with my body as he fucks me into the mattress.

I know we don’t have much time left before Zayn is up, but Arran touches me as if that’s irrelevant. I know my lips will be swollen later today, my hair a mess, and I’ll be starting the day looking very well loved.

“Get there with me,” he groans. “I can feel you strangling my cock. Be my good little cum Queen and show me you deserve it.”