Page 31 of It'll Be Fun

He never had trouble making her come. Ever.

Finally, when he was satisfied he’d made her come enough, he sat up and notched the head of his cock against her pussy, where he easily slid home. No trouble whatsoever, because she knew if it hadn’t been for the towel he’d put under her before they started, they’d be changing the sheets from the wet spot on the bed.

Not a bad problem to have, either.

He slowly fucked her, taking his time and staring down at her with those green eyes that had seen the best and worst in her and still loved her all these years later.

He’d held her, helped her, hid her crimes, and never once betrayed her.

Ever.

All the years he’d kept her secrets and she’d never known it.

This man was the love of her life, the only man she’d ever loved, the only man she’d ever been with—that perfect kind of storybook love, if you left out the revenge murder, illegal disposal of a body, and obstruction of a police investigation.

He’d assisted her revenge without her even realizing it, to make things right in July’s murder, and she knew he’d go to his grave holding her secrets.

He leaned in and nuzzled her nose before starting to pound her, driving his cock hard and deep inside her pussy and making her moan and shiver as tiny echoes of her earlier orgasms washed through her again.

This was perfection.

She’d never wanted or needed anything or anyone other than him.

Her Master, her Daddy, her Sir.

Her higher power.

He threw his head back as he came. “Fuckyeah, baby!” As he caught his breath she saw the past, the boy he was that first night they made love and he helped her heal her heart before he even knew it was shattered.

He’d always be, in her mind, that boy who’d driven her to the gymnastics competition and tried to get her to do her routines and not July’s. The boy who’d picked her up when she’d hurt herself, who quietly ordered her to let go to him and trust him.

The boy who’d let her try one more time, to finish the bar routine so she could say good-bye to July in the only way she knew how.

The boy who’d already, without her knowing it, saved her life and her future and made sure no one ever knew what she’d done.

He leaned in to nuzzle his face against hers. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too, Sir.”

He smiled. “Still putting up with me after all these years, hmm?”

She grinned. “Love a sadist, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”

He laughed. “Has it been worth it?”

“Absolutely.”

He untied her and they collapsed. As she drifted to sleep in his arms, she knew absolutely, it’d all been worth it.

THE END