Page 33 of After Our Kiss

“Please,” I begged. “Please, Conway—oh!” I shivered in pleasure. “Don't make me... I can't...”

In response, the vibrations came faster, harder, driving me to the peak. I moaned, matching the same tone, same obscene style as the woman in the porno. Hot tension coiled between my thighs. It worked through my belly until I was an elastic that snapped.

How closely was he watching me as I came?

“Fuck!” I squealed.

“Fuck, yes, oh! I'm your dirty slut, all yours, fuck me more!”the woman went on, but it was all mushy noise to me.

Dizzy, I hung my head. Fierce pain stung the inside of my leg. Crying out, I leaned away as Conway fisted my hair, moving the headset so I could hear him. “It's not over, Georgia. Don't stop watching.”

I spotted the obvious bulge in his pants.He's turned on from this.His black eyes narrowed on me from above, like he was daring me to say something. Without looking away, he turned the vibrator back on.

I was still shaking from the first orgasm. I relented, watching the screen again. The woman was impaled on the stranger's cock. Her whole body shook as he slammed inside of her. The vibrator was in his hand, pushing into her asshole, making her scream even harder. I didn't know if she was coming for real, or if it was all fake, but I knew whatIwas experiencing was no show.

I came while he fucked her on her stomach.

I came again when he moved her onto her side.

The video was over two hours long and during the whole thing, Conway continued to drive me to high levels of Nirvana. I was a slippery mess; my clothes had been wet before from the ocean, now they were soaked from my own juices

My experience and the woman's blurred.

“I'm a slut.”

“I'm so dirty. I'm your dirty whore.”

Was I a slut? Conway's whore? I didn't know what was real.

Drool coated my lips. Each time I looked away, either from exhaustion, or because I couldn't handle witnessing the woman getting railed, Conway was there to curb my resistance.

He acted with complete confidence; there was no uncertainty creating chinks in his armor. I'd been a fool to think I could understand him. He'd saved me from the ocean, he'd kissed me on our little beach, and like he'd warned me, none of it mattered.

He wasn't human.

He was a mountain I could attempt to climb, but one I'd ultimately die on.