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I froze.

“Stay just like that.” He stood up, ass naked, covered in paint, and moved behind his easel. “This is how I really wanted to paint you.” He grabbed his brush.

“Covered in paint with your cum dripping down my body?”

“Perfection.”

I shook my head but looked back at the ceiling like I had in my original pose. I stayed in the pose even though my back started to hurt. The paint dried on my skin, making it harder to move anyway. I wasn’t sure how long I lay there. But I didn’t dare move. I wanted to be his muse.

Finally he took a step back. “Okay,” he said.

I cringed as I stood up.

“I owe my beautiful model a massage,” he said and pulled me into his chest. The paint had dried on him too, but we were still somehow sticky. I didn’t care about any of it, though. Because my eyes were glued to the painting.

“Matt…this is…it’s…beautiful.” I laughed. “That sounded weird. I don’t mean me. I mean the painting. It’s so good.” I stared at the smears of turquoise paint he’d added to my body on the canvas. He’d captured it all perfectly.

“It’s only beautiful because it’s you.” He held me to his chest as we both stared at the painting.

“We’re framing this one too,” I said. “Although, I don’t know where we’ll put it.”

“Downstairs right in the entranceway.”

I laughed and swatted his arm.

“You have no idea how serious I am, baby.”

“Not in the entranceway.”

“How about in my office at work?”

“No way.” I yelped as he grabbed me around the waist and threw me over his shoulder.

Chapter 29

Tuesday

Matt

I carried Brooklyn into the bathroom. “We’ll think about where we want to hang your portrait while we’re in the shower.”

She slapped my butt. Her hand stayed on my ass cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was stuck with paint or she just liked what she felt. I was counting on the latter.

“I masturbated to you the most in here.” I turned on the water. “In this exact shower, I pictured you on your knees.” I was already growing hard again.

“Right there, huh?” she said.

“Yes.” I ran my fingers through the water, testing the temperature. “You owe me about a thousand blowjobs, Brooklyn.” I stepped into the shower, letting the water hit her back. The white tiles turned blue beneath us. I set her down on her feet. “And I’m cashing in on one of those now too.” I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees.

Her eyes still looked innocent. But she loved when I fucked her. She wanted to know the real me. This was me. I squirted some soap into my palm and ran it down my length, cleaning the paint off my cock.

I stared down at her as I rinsed off under the stream of water. Never once had I pictured her in here covered in paint, already dripping with my cum. This was so much fucking better than my dreams.

“So you don’t want me to treat you like you’re fragile?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Crawl to me.”

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