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“Are you going to post them?”

“Would you be okay if I did?”

“Of course. You should post the before and after so everyone knows how good you are for me and how lucky I am.”

I snorted. “You just want to make people jealous.”

“Duh. You’re mine, and I love you. And I love showing them how sexy you are. Plus, it means I can save the pictures to look at later.” He pointed at the laptop and smirked. “You should post them now before I distract you.”

“Were you planning too?” I was trying to play it cool, but I knew I was failing. I’d never be able to get enough of Taylor.

He gave me a hungry smile and winked. “Of course.”

“Fine, but only if you text Aiden and tell him you’ll take the job. Then we can celebrate.”

“Oh? Does that mean I get something special?” Taylor asked as he pulled out his phone.

“Maybe.” I ran a hand over his leg teasingly. Maybe I’d put on a show for him, put some pretty panties on, touch myself, and let him watch me fuck myself with my toys until he couldn’t take it any longer and had to take over. That sounded fun.

It didn’t take me long to edit and post a couple of photos. I only had to adjust the lighting on them and smooth them out before adding my blog name to the corner. I’d gone with Taylor’s before and after idea. The first one was of me spread out in my panties and stockings, hard cock straining against the lace, the dark pink head contrasting with the soft white material. The second was a similar shot, but this time the lace was stained and covered in thick ropes of cum, my cock soft and the panties clearly displaced. The contrast of innocence and lust. I’d debated making them black and white, since the white lace would look so pretty and stark, but I’d decided against it for this set. I still had plenty of photos to play with.

I posted them together, adding a little caption underneath.

Before and after. Very sexy times with my boyfriend. He makes me come so hard. <3

We hadn’t talked about tagging Mr. Smith in the posts, but it was something I wanted to think about. Although, I wasn’t sure it would be good for Taylor’s ego to get so many compliments.

“Very nice,” Taylor said, leaning over my shoulder and kissing my neck. “You looked so fucking sexy when I took those. I love how innocent you looked at first, even though I know you’re a sexy little slut for me.”

“Did you message Aiden?” I asked, determined to get an answer before we lost ourselves to sex for the rest of the afternoon. My body was already humming with desire, my cock tenting in the loose joggers I was wearing. I wondered how far I’d get into fucking myself on a dildo before Taylor took it away from me and replaced it with his cock. My toys were fun, but they were never going to beat his dick. It was too perfect.

“All done. Now, what’s my reward?” He tugged at my shirt playfully. “Come on, get naked. I want to have fun with you.”

I pushed him off gently so I could set the laptop down. “You get to choose two toys to watch me play with… and the colour of my panties.”

Taylor’s eyes lit up with excitement and desire. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. This is going to be so much fun.” He paused, kneeling up and leaning towards me, grabbing my shirt and pulling me in for a deep kiss. “I’m so fucking glad your toys ran out of batteries when they did. And that you said yes to me. I’m so fucking lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky too. Although I’m still sad about the batteries.” I chuckled. “Having them run out just before you come ruins everything.”

“Oh, sweet boy,” Taylor said, his voice sending a shiver across my skin. “I don’t think that will be a problem today.” There was a dark glint in his eye that promised so much, but there was love there too—fierce, intense and all-encompassing.

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this would happen; that our ‘just-sex’ arrangement would lead to both of us getting everything we’d ever wanted. Maybe we were just lucky, but I knew I loved Taylor more than anything in the world. And I knew we’d be together forever.

This was just the beginning.

Part Seven: Mine

One Year Later

Simon

“Is that the last of it?”

“I think so,” I called down the stairs to the door where Taylor stood half-in and half-out of our new flat. “Just double-check the van, but I think we’ve got everything.”

“Will do. Back in a second.” The door slammed shut, and I made my way into our tiny bedroom, trying to ignore the heaps of boxes and bags piled on the floor before flopping down on our new bed.

It had been a year since Taylor had accidentally declared his love for me in front of Connor, and we’d decided to celebrate by doing the most hideous of all tasks: moving house.

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