Now I could leave Conway if I wanted to, but the truth was, I didn’t want to. I could return home and finish my education, but that didn’t sound appealing. I wanted to spend my time in his beautiful home, living out my days in luxury with this beautiful man. Now I would be treated with respect. Now I would have choices. I could stay for as long as I wanted, and if I didn’t see it going anywhere, I could walk away.

But I knew I couldn’t walk away now. “I want to stay.”

His face didn’t melt into a smile, but his eyes showed a new kind of intensity. He reached across the table again and gripped both of my hands, giving them a firm squeeze with his masculine strength. “I was hoping you would say that.”

“But I have one condition.”

“Alright.”

“When people ask, you tell them I’m your girlfriend.” I didn’t want to be introduced as his model or by my first name. If I was going to live with him and have this relationship with him, he needed to give me something in return.

He considered it in silence, his fingers still interlocked with mine. “Okay.”

I pulled on the black lingerie that was sitting on the bed when I walked inside. Conway purposely waited in the hallway, a bulge in his pants. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, like he was restraining himself from touching me.

I pulled on the black dress and felt the push-up bra press my tits together tightly. It stopped at my hips, showing off the black thong that hugged me perfectly. A large jewel was in the center, matching the diamonds I wore around my neck and on my wrist. I fixed my hair in the mirror before I got on the bed. I didn’t know what kind of pose would look sexy, so I got on my hands and knees, showing off the deep curve in my back.

Conway walked inside a moment later, his collared shirt gone, and the top of his jeans undone. He looked at me with approval as he approached the bed. With a designer’s eye, he examined the lingerie as it clung to my body perfectly. He looked at every curve, at every area where the fabric hung from me. He dropped his jeans and boxers at the same time, revealing his biggest tool.

His cock used to intimidate me. Even without having seen another cock in the flesh, I knew it was much bigger than average. If all men were that endowed, then men would never have a hard time getting laid. Not only was his thick, but it was exceptionally long. I wasn’t even certain how it fit inside me.

He moved behind me and pressed kisses up my spine all the way to the back of my neck. He breathed against my skin, his desire heavy in the way he panted. His lips tugged against my skin, and when he reached my hair, he pressed a kiss to my ear. “On your back.”

I rolled over and rested my head against the pillow. We were always doing it missionary, so I figured he would want me in a different way. He used to fuck me from behind or demand blow jobs. But now, every night we did it the same way—not that I was complaining.

He pressed my feet against his chest then pulled the thong over my hips. When I lifted my bottom off the bed, he pulled the fabric down my long legs and off my feet. Feeling the fabric in his hands first, he then rubbed my panties against his length.

I automatically bit my bottom lip.

His eyes remained on me as he jerked himself with my panties. “You like that, Muse?”

“Yes.”

He tossed my panties on the bed then moved between my legs. He held his body on top of mine, all the weight on his arms. His face hovered over mine as he sank into my cunt, inching through my slickness until his entire length was shoved inside me.

My ankles locked together against his back, and I writhed underneath him, feeling his full package stretch me so far. I breathed against his mouth, quivering because it hurt so good. I loved the way it hurt now. I loved the way the stretching was always a little too much. It made me admire his dick even more, that he was so big he could barely fit inside me. It didn’t matter how many times he fucked me, I could never stretch out for him—not that I wanted to.

He started to rock into me, holding back his kiss so he could look at me instead. He watched me enjoy him, watched me breathe through the pain so I could focus on the pleasure. His hips moved gently, seating his dick deep inside me every time. It was slow and sensual, exactly the way I liked him to make love to me. “Conway…”

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