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his cock all the way in, until he fills me like I never
knew a man could. One or both of us grunts, but I couldn’t tell you who.
    “Yeah,” he
manages to say. He holds me tight against him for several long breaths. I can
feel his pelvis pressed against my ass, feel every inch of him pulsing inside
me. “Remember me,” he says, and the words rend the air between us like a razor.
    It’s time. He
slides out, slow, then back in. Over and over. And over. It’s a lesson, one I’m meant never to forget.
    “Mine,” he
says, and his hips pump faster. His long, tight body in the mirror is the
single hottest sight I have ever seen. Now that I know how old he is, I can’t
find the younger men attractive anymore. The boys . He’s going to ruin me.
    “Harder,” I
say. I want him to be rough and distract me from the pressure mounting in my
tear ducts.
    Sean fucks me
like an animal—like he’s in heat—and I watch his face turn flushed and strained
and ferocious. His hands knead my backside, and I gasp when he slaps me.
    “Say my
name,” he orders.
    I do.
    “Tell me how
I feel.”
    “Power- ful .” My voice jerks from the impact. “Hard—and
thick—and long.”
    “And you’re
deep,” he tells me. “I can give it all to you.” He hammers me hard and I wish I
could see his ass working.
    “You want to
come?” he asks.
    “If
you’ll let me.”
    “I’ll make
you,” he promises. He pulls out and flips me over and turns us in profile to the
mirror. His knees spread wide and he pulls my thighs over his, sliding his wet
cock all the way home.
    “Sean—”
    “I love when
you say it.” He pounds into me, ruthless, hands braced on my legs, torso long
and proud and undulating with his gifted hips. He slips a thumb into his mouth
and puts it to my clit. He traces a tight, cruel circle. I do the same to my
nipples, wanting to feel this heat across every square inch of my skin. I turn
my head, and in the mirror I watch the beautiful little knitted muscles below
his ribs, the dent at his hip, the rounded swell of
his pumping ass. I watch him fucking me, and it hurts as much as it thrills.
    “Tell me
you’ll miss me,” he says, reading my troubling thoughts.
    My voice
doesn’t tell him this, but my body’s no good at keeping secrets. His thumb
teases me faster.
    “I hope
you’ll think about me,” he says.
    I moan from
the pressure mounting between my quaking thighs.
    “I hope when
you pass me on the street sometime, you remember this moment.”
    “Sean—”
    “I hope you
come to the symphony some evening with your fancy Beacon Hill friends. And when
you watch me play, I hope all you can think about is the way I fucked you
tonight.”
    He stops
lecturing me and lets himself come undone. His lids
grow heavy, his mouth slackens and I can feel him chasing me in my race toward
release. Sensations rush down my belly, pooling in my cunt. I watch wide-eyed
where his cock surges in and out, fast and steady, obscured only by his
skillful hand. His balls slap me each time he thrusts deep and his voice is
reduced to harsh grunts. His shoulders hunch forward, and the first droplets of
sweat drip from his chest to mine. His teeth are bared, eyes clenched shut.
    When I come,
I watch his face. His blue eyes open as my pussy grips him, and it’s like
falling into a warm, chaotic sea. The pleasure tugs at me, pulls me, draws me
into him even as he’s sunk deep inside my body. It’s slow motion, each twitch of his muscles, each bead of perspiration that slips
down his skin. Heat breaches my core and radiates out through my veins and
nerves, humming, until reality intrudes and I find myself shaking beneath him
on the carpet. I hear my voice, small and quavering.
    “Beautiful,”
he says. His ribs tell me how hard his lungs are working, how fast his heart
must be pounding.
    “Now you,” I
say.
    He nods. My
nerves are sensitized almost to the point of pain, but I need to see
this—surely it’s the only thing I was put on