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“I meant that.”

She threw a saucy glance over her shoulder. “Well lead the way.”

I did just that, walking her over to the dressed in the corner. I put her hands flat on the smooth wooden top, and had her step back, which pushed her ass out, putting her bottom on display for me. “I should make you stand here, showing off for me.”

She wiggled her backside. “I’d do it, if it turns you on.”

I pressed a kiss to the smooth skin of her bottom. “Oh, it does more than turn me on. It makes me crazy.” I pressed a kiss to the other cheek. “Crazy for you.”

I lined myself up behind her, and rubbed my cock over the entrance to her pussy. She was so wet that the glide back and forth was completely smooth. I pressed the tip in, just a little. Her pussy contracted, squeezing my cock as it pressed inside.

I’d just come, but my cock was as hard as a rock. I pushed in and began to fuck her. Her body was the perfect height for me to squeeze her breasts, and the mirror in front of us gave me the perfect view of her delicate face and her round breasts.

“You like the mirror,” she said.

“Oh yeah. I’d like to see every part of you shown off in a mirror while I fuck you.”

In response, she pressed her ass back, meeting my thrusts.

“Oh,” she moaned, as she rocked her hips back, sliding her pussy back and forth on my cock.

I let go of her breasts and put my hands on her hips, guiding her body back and forth on my cock. “Now it’s your turn. Put your hands on your breasts.”

She didn’t hesitate, but lifted her hands, putting them up to her chest and cupping her breasts.

“Now look at you.” I exhaled. “You were made to be fucked. You feel so good.”

“You feel good too,” she said. “Your cock is so big, and so hard. I can feel every inch from this angle.”

“Good. That was my goal.” I picked up the pace, rolling my hips with her sweet spot in mind, thrusting up when she moaned, and keeping an eye on the mirror where she continued to rub her own breasts.

I put one hand between her legs and rubbed quick circles over her clit, keeping the same rhythm as my thrusts. Her pussy began to contract right away -- I felt her impending orgasm building up, until it reached the high point and then broke, crashing over her in waves.

I followed right after her, releasing my pleasure into her body. I hugged her from behind. “I love you,” I said. “You make me so happy.”

She tilted her head back so it rested on my shoulder while I was still inside her. “I love you too,” She said. “You are hands down the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Chapter Thirty

Loren

Exactly three months after we got back from our Alaskan adventure, I stood on the front porch of the house I’d just bought.

My new house was exactly what I wanted. It was in a middle-class suburban neighborhood, and I’d chosen it myself, and decorated it myself too. The exterior was white brick, and I’d used a modern-rustic style for all the decor.

I hadn’t exactly purchased it all by myself, because I hadn’t made enough money as a photographer just yet, but I was getting there.

At first, when I moved out of my parents’ house I wanted to only spend the money I’d earned. I’d finally just accepted the fact that if I was going to buy a house with enough room for a studio and all of my camera equipment, then I’d be using some of my trust fund money.

My father didn’t refer to it as “his” money. He’d given fifty million dollars to me freely, and didn’t have access to the account. But I didn’t want to end up deranged and obsessed with money, especially after what happened with Douglas and my cousin. And even though I’d never suffered any financial hardships, and probably never would, I wanted to have even a tiny bit of awareness about how the world worked.

And all the things Douglas told me about the charity he’d donate to for the arts was bullshit, because he didn’t have a dime of his own, but it made me want to start a charity for kids who were interested in the arts, but didn’t have access to cameras or paints or dance lessons. I figured