Page 28 of Sunrise

Holy fuck, I can barely breathe.

He’s got her pinned under him on the bed. I zoom the fuck in for a better view, my dick hardening as he says, “You take this dick so fucking well, baby.”

Is he talking to her, or reminding me?

Earlier he looked at the camera and asked, “Do you fucking miss this?” and I’ve been a live wire ever since, with electric lust buzzing through my fucking veins. The currents make me dizzy with need.

My mouth runs dry when he stares at the camera and smiles. Entering her from behind, his head tips back in bliss as he pushes slowly into her again.

“God damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans.

The collar around his neck looks dynamite on him.

His tats are the icing on the cake.

Fucker got his nipple pierced too. I didn’t know that.

Knox has changed so much and yet not at all. Deep down, he’s still the same person I grew up with and spent most of my life with. The one I trust the most, even if I’ve led him to believe otherwise.

His kinks include praise, bondage, anal, primal, and light impact play, among some other fun things. He’s a switch, but prefers being a sub. I know because I created the app, K!nkLink, which he helped me with during its beta testing period.

But reading about it in a profile like a shopping list, and seeing it played out for real, is not the same.

I’m going to come if he keeps fucking her like this.

Jesus, they’re perfect together. She takes everything he gives, which is no small feat.

Her cries are music to my ears. I zoom in even more and my hand wraps around the fleshlight hidden in the back of my top drawer. Yanking my pants down to my knees, I shamelessly drizzle lube all over my dick and fuck the silicone toy. Mounting it to my desk with a discreet system I built a year ago, I fuck it fast and hard. My thrusts rock the goddamn desk.

“You like it when I fuck you?” Knox asks my girl.

“Yes,” I answer, as if he’s talking to me.

My hips jackhammer as I match his pace. My mind’s split in two: getting fucked by and fucking the same person. In one half of the fantasy, I have all the control. In the other half, I’m relinquishing it.

Next to my keyboard is a pair of Sophie’s panties. She dropped them off before heading into the Butterfly Suite. Gathering them into my fist, I bring the fabric to my nose and smell her delicious cunt.

Knox’s jaw tightens, the tendons in his neck nothing but taut ropes. He’s going to blow.

Sophie arches her back and screams my goddamn name. She comes so hard, she’s out of breath. Knox deadpans the fucking camera, his pace speeding up. Then he blows.

My dick jerks right along with him into the fleshlight and it feels like he’s watching me do it. I pitch forward, knocking my energy drink off the desk and can’t seem to stop my hips from thrusting a little more into the toy, letting it milk the last drops of cum from my body.

I’m so sensitive. So wired.

So messed up.

I should have joined them. That was probably my moment, and I lost it. I came with a toy, like usual, instead of going down the hall and participating in what was so obviously meant for me. I don’t care that Sophie told me to stay. I should have disobeyed.

Knox pulls out of Sophie and sighs, laying back on the bed. She giggles and rolls over, resting her hand on his thigh. They’re both breathing hard, like me.

“God, that was so good,” she says in only her thigh-high boots.

“I’m glad I pleased you, Mistress.”

Pulling my pants up, I don’t bother to clean off. Hell, I don’t even buckle my pants. Numbly, I leave the office and float towards their suite. It’s like a walk down death row. Lonely. Terrifying.

Final.

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