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Fade into Me (Fade #2) Page 13
Author: Kate Dawes

I said, “Don’t use a condom.” We had discussed the fact that I was taking birth control, but still played it safe…until now.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Do it. Just do it.”

“I love when you beg me.”

Without warning, he slid into me. I gasped. He was stretching me as he pushed in, farther, deeper, slowly at first and then he plunged it all the way in. I felt his balls against my butt—that’s how close we were, with him all the way inside of me.

He pulled out, not all the way but a long stroke retreating from me. Then, back in, this time faster and just as deep. There was a little pain that went along with it. Not much, but just enough on the edge of the pleasure I also felt.

He sat straight up, his cock deep within me, looked down at me and started rocking his hips back and forth.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he said. He looked down. “I wish you could see this.”

All I could do was breathe heavily. I didn’t have anything to say. I also didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you love my cock?”

“Yessss.”

“Say it.”

“I love your cock.”

“Tell me you love my cock fucking your tight cunt.”

“I love your big cock in my cunt.”

I felt Max’s erection twitch, then pulsate more, twitch again and then he said, “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Olivia.” He had been lying right on top of me after my orgasm and he was really going at it.

I had my hands above my head on the bed by this point. He went back to the sitting position and I watched as he looked down at himself going in and out….

Then I felt his hot semen spurting, filling me. Max trembled as he pumped his orgasm into me—shot after shot, like he would never stop coming.

But when he finally did, he collapsed on top of me, and I loved the heavy, hot, sweaty weight of him on me.

We didn’t talk for a few minutes. I still had no idea what to say and he was trying to catch his breath.

I don’t know where it came from. Maybe just unfiltered honesty. Making myself emotionally vulnerable to him, now that I’d made myself physically his. Regardless, what came out of my mouth was: “This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Max rolled onto his side and pulled me close to his warm body.

“Wait ‘til you see what comes next.”

NINE

Sunday evening, back in LA, I entered my apartment to find it empty once again. Krystal was hardly ever there. If it weren’t for Max, I would have felt pretty lonely much of the time. That, or I’d have to go out and make friends, which never came easily to me unless someone else did the introducing.

I did my weekly check-in with my parents. Mom said Dad had been sick all week with some kind of stomach bug and was sleeping so I didn’t get to talk with him.

We talked about my week, and I made up a lie about my weekend. I told her I’d been resting and watching TV and cleaning the apartment. The boring nature of the lie was deliberate, so as not to spark any questions from her. Something as simple as saying I went to dinner and a movie would leave me having to remember more false statements.

Then she said, “Your father and I have been talking about taking a trip out there to see you. Just for a few days.”

I didn’t see that coming. I was silent for a few seconds and said, “Really?”

“Well, don’t sound so excited about it.”

“Sorry.”

“If you don’t want us to come…”

“No, Mom, it’s not that. It’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

Surprise was actually a mild word for what I was feeling. I hadn’t even considered the idea that they’d come all the way out here to visit. We’d never discussed it, and they weren’t much for traveling. On top of that, I immediately wondered how I would handle the whole thing with Max. I hadn’t mentioned a word to them about him, and to do so now, as they prepared to come for a visit, would look more like a confession rather than a happy announcement that I had a boyfriend. For now, I decided I should keep quiet about it and figure it out later.

“Well, would that be okay with you?” she asked.

“Of course it would. When were you thinking about taking the trip?”

“Maybe at the end of the month,” she said.

“Is Grace coming?”

“We haven’t talked to her about it yet.”

I really hoped my sister would come. I wanted to see the baby, for one thing, but also having Grace around would lessen the intense parental pressure I’d feel. No doubt there would be an inquisition about my living arrangements and my entire new life in LA.

Mom said we could talk more about it next week when I called. I told her to pass along a “Get well” message to Dad, and we ended the call.

I was exhausted but also craving a snack, so I filled a small bowl with fresh blueberries and settled down on the couch to flip through the channels and wind down a bit. When the TV came on, there was a still picture on it. I couldn’t tell what it was and thought the cable was out and had frozen on a channel, but it turned out the DVD was on and paused.

I pushed PLAY on the remote, then found myself sitting there with two blueberries in my mouth, unable to chew, shocked by what I was watching.

It was Krystal having sex with two guys.

I probably should have hit STOP, or maybe even dropped the bowl of fruit and run out of the room in total astonishment. But the truth is, I couldn’t stop looking.

Krystal was naked, except for a gold chain around her waist that attached to her belly-button ring. She was on all fours, her ass just off the edge of the bed. One guy stood behind her, fucking her, while another guy knelt in front of her as she sucked his cock.

It didn’t dawn on me at first, but this wasn’t simply Krystal and two guys taping themselves having sex. Someone was operating the camera. The video also switched from different angles and skipped ahead to different scenes—Krystal on her back with one guy fucking her, another guy kneeling just behind her head with his cock over her face while she licked and sucked him; Krystal riding a guy reverse cowgirl style, with the other guy standing on the bed with his cock in her mouth; and the finale: Krystal on top of one of the guys and the other one behind her, fucking her in the ass.

I’ve always had a nosey, curious side to me, but this was probably the worst example of lack of self-control on my part. I wish I hadn’t watched the entire fifteen minutes, but I did.

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