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Epilogue 3.0 - Hitting the Target

Epilogue 3.0 – Hitting the Target

Chapter Song – Banger (Torro Torro Remix) - AC Slater

Matt and I were pulling garments from the racks. Target® had an unbelievable markdown on its prices, as high as 70% on select items. And like bees to honey, my boyfriend and I just couldn’t resist, “Har-har! Over there!! There’s a sale on undergarments!!!” he pointed to the Speedos.

Frugality. It was one of the reasons why I loved Matt so much. He had changed from being ostentatious to economical. I didn’t want to take credit, but ever since I became his boyfriend, he had become prudent. I still didn’t know what it was about me that made him parsimonious, but I was glad that I was a good influence.

“Matt, I don’t think we can take more than ten items to a changing room at one time,” I was getting worried because our trolley already had layers upon layers of fabric, to the point that everything was bunched up and mounting. But just as swiftly as it came, my panic dispersed at the sight of my boyfriend bandaging his head with white underwear, “Matty, you’re so silly.”

He gave me that lustrous smile that warmed my heart. A soft part of me always melted and sank whenever he’d pull humor at his own expense. He made fun of himself at random sometimes, like what he was doing now as he made a sexy dance with a bikini bottom around his head. His spontaneity always made me laugh.

I stood on my tippy-toes —being that Matt was more than six feet tall— and gently pulled up the bikini bottom he winded around his head. Fractions of him came into view as the garment slid up to reveal his handsome face. I welcomed his wistful smile that pulled ever so captivatingly into a wolfish grin, an expression that was signature to his face and his face alone. I trailed my fingers around the contour of his strong jaw, down to his sexy, manly stubble. He clasped the hand I used to skim his face then brought my wrist to his mouth to peck and nuzzle. His breath was warm against my pulse as he enclosed his mouth to suckle lightly, “Harold, what do you say we try these clothes … in one of the changing rooms,” he murmured in a husky voice. Every inch of me burned with volcanic heat as s****l desire pushed pre-orgasmic shivers down my limbs.

I was out of breath, yet I managed to murmur my approval. His smile stretched against the skin of my wrist then he kissed it one more time before saying, “Take the handles on the trolley. I’ll walk right behind you,” I did as I was told, with hands shaking as I held the handlebars of our large stroller. He pressed his growing warmth against me. I felt the thickness of his bulge as it flattened against the small of my back, “Walk, baby.”

His arms were on either side of me, effectively holding me in place as he pushed the cart with me. My knees wobbled with every step. I couldn’t focus on which foot to lift forward because all I could think about was his hardness that cradled against my back. I swallowed hard to ingest my nervousness. Oh God, my libido was turbulent, sharp.

I was getting jealous looks from some of the girls, hissing my way as Matt and I passed them. Men and women had their eyes set on my man, checking him out from head to toe. My cheeks burned at the realization that I had a very hot boyfriend who could easily turn heads just about anywhere. Indeed I was lucky. Oh no. We were only a couple meters away from hitting the changing rooms. I vibrated with so much excitement that I started feeling dizzy, to the point that I began shaking like a leaf. And just when I was about to back away, Matt lifted a hand to swat my bum. Adrenaline spiked from the region where he spanked me, coursing through my every vein as desire awakened in my body. Anticipation became the fuel that sped my heart a thousand miles. Oh my God, there was no going back now. His throbbing manhood poked behind me, encouraging me to move forward, “Matt, I’m scared,” My voice shrank into a hushed whisper. What if we got caught? Oh my, why was this so exciting and scary at the same damn time! “Matt, are you sure about this?” I was close to having a heart attack. I was freaking nervous!

I felt him curl up behind me, and then he landed his nose to mop over the valley of my shoulder, “Sure as I’ll ever be. I need my daily dose of Harold. Now,” Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, my heart was thundering inside my chest. I then realized that no matter how many times he and I had s*x, he still had this profound effect on my body, just a few words was all it took for him to activate my s****l cravings, “I got you, Har.”

We ambled into the privacy of the most spacious changing room, the one meant for the handicapped. Oh my. I hoped he’d be gentle with me. I wouldn’t want to come out of this small space limping and bruised. His enormity might handicap me, “Oh no, Matt. Our cart only fits partway,” I whispered in panic, seeing that half our wheelie jutted past the space we were in.

“Relax baby. You’re too tense. Our cart ain’t goin’ anywhere,” he assured me, rubbing down my shoulders for my sensibilities to calm, “I got you, baby. I’ll take care of you,” He walked behind me and placed either hand over and around my arms to pull them back. My body strained against him as he started kissing the back of my hair, all the way down to the first bone on my spine.

I couldn’t move standing up. His arms were strong and arresting. I felt his power over me the minute he lifted me to plant both feet onto the rectangular stool that was propped against the mirror. Oh my God, I didn’t even notice the mirror. I was so dazed by all the touching that I failed to notice how crystal-clear my reflection was against it. Matt was breathing hard against my neck as he watched my cheeks turn red in the reflection, “Harold, look at me,” he whispered against my ear. I lifted my gaze into the mirror to see his eyes looking straight at me, “This is what you do to me every time. You turn me on without even trying. Can you feel how hard my d**k is, huh baby?” He hummed with frustration against the neckline of my shirt, leaving a trail of kisses over the exposed area where fabric met skin. He licked around the sensitized areas where I was most ticklish, and it took all of me not to combust in my pants as he spooned me.

“Grab the overhead steel bar,” was his order. I complied, wrapping my fingers around the bar like a gymnast. I could see my knuckles turn white as reflected by the full-body mirror in front of me. My skin was flushed red all over. Oh my, is this how I looked like whenever he and I made love? I felt naked as I gazed at my image in the mirror. I felt so exposed, and very vulnerable.

Matt palmed my erection which strained against the fabric of my shorts. I watched his reflection as his hands pulled down my zipper. His left hand went up inside my shirt to clasp around a n****e, while his right slipped inside the opening of my shorts to knead my manhood. It was stimulation overload as he fisted my d**k and flicked at my engorged n****e, “Matt, please, I can’t— I need. Oh God. I’m—” I was incoherent. All my thoughts became secondary to the sensation I was experiencing. Stimulation condensed, tightened, and compressed around the area where my s*x was. My nerves gathered and swelled in that singular region down south. Everything that titillated me from head to toe concentrated its work in that one area where my d**k was. I was panting hard as his hands worked my body and its weaknesses. I couldn’t stand to watch myself as I salivated in front of the mirror, “Matt, stop … I’m coming,” I begged for him to stop. And that he did. But it was only a momentary reprieve for he wanted more from me.

I could see in Matt’s eyes as I looked at his reflection that he was just getting started. Intense was his gaze that for a second I had forgotten who the man was that stood right behind me. He made short work of his clothes, letting them pool around his feet as he stripped to show me his pride and masculinity. My grip was glued to the overhead steel bar. I didn’t know what to do as I watched him knead and pull on his throbbing member. Oh Jesus. I never saw it quite like this before. His size reflected in the mirror took my breath away. It was just too thick. It looked like a wall of skin, “Matt. Why does it look bigger?” I couldn’t hide the anxiety in my voice. His little Matty looked meatier than I remembered. How have I been able to get all of that inside me!?

He smiled with mischief and wicked humor, “Let go of the steel bar,” he commanded, “Now turn to face me,” He pulled my arms down. He took a necktie from the pile of clothes we had in the stroller and tied it around my wrists, effectively bringing them together. My eyes grew wide at the thought of my movement being restricted, “Matt, what are you doing?” My breathing became shallow as thoughts of how kinky he was becoming turned me on even more. He motioned for me to face the mirror again, guiding my quivering torso as I planted my stance over the stool once more. He threw the loose end of the tie over the steel bar and winded it around to a tight knot where the first one was. Oh God. My arms strained against the steel bar, allowing him enough leverage to swing me forwards and back. I was suspended in the air like a slave as I wobbled in front of the mirror, “Matty, I’m not your sub!” I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of feeling like Anastasia Steele, “Why are you being all Fifty Shades of Grey on me!?”

His erection was pointed to the heavens, ready for domination, “I found the books in your drawer at home. Why didn’t you tell me that Christian Grey turned you on?” Oh crap. He saw my collection of Fifty Shades books. So that’s what this was all about. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I couldn’t breathe right. I was so turned on that I was leaking into my shorts. Ungh.

As if understanding my predicament, he made to loosen my shorts along with my silky underwear, “Don’t be shy, baby. Look at you. You’re beautiful,” I was so mortified to see myself suspended in mid-air, reflected in stunning clarity in the mirror that I wobbled against. Matt brought two fingers to his mouth to wet them thoroughly, and then he plunged them past my ring as his left hand continued its ravenous assault on my left n****e, which strained against the fabric of my shirt, “That’s it. Moan for me, baby,” And that I did. I moaned like a w***e as I squirmed and pushed down against his fat fingers that went in and out of me. His left hand was making both my n*****s sore to the point that if he didn’t cease I was going to come all over the place.

“Matt, stop teasing me. I can’t— I am going, I need— ungh … aah,” My forehead was pressed against the mirror as Matt fingered me down south and thumbed me up north. Oh God, I don’t think I could hold out much longer. He sensed that I was in deep struggle, so he pulled my hips down and sank himself. I stifled an agonizing yelp as he rammed upwards and pushed to the hilt. My anal muscles flamed as I met him thrust for thrust. Oh God, the necktie! Oh good, 80% off. Thank goodness. It’d be cheap even if we broke it, “Matt, I feel the tickle. I think I’m coming.”

I was sweating against my poor shirt. Oh God. Thank goodness we were at a Target®. I could simply change these clothes I had on. They were soiled with sweat and smelled like s*x. The deep throbbing pleasure at the base of my spine was a sensation I did not expect. Matty Boi really knew which angle to hit. I was so lucky to have a boyfriend who was a Roué. He understood my anatomy more than me. The love I felt for him was like velvet that wrapped around my heart as he sank inch after inch. Oh God, I was in a heightened state as I lowered myself to meet his battering friction. He slammed into me, again and again and again, rendering me powerless against the rapturous feeling of a pleasure that forced my eyes to shut close and my toes to curl and flex. I was being stimulated everywhere – him inside me going in and out, his left hand thumbing my n****e, and his right hand jerking me aggressively. Oh God, I was already choking on my own spit as my muscles ached against the all-consuming rapture of my boyfriend’s lovemaking, “Let’s come together,” he panted close to my ear. I nodded my yes.

I moved with him in a deliberate manner, hard, fast, unstoppable, and deep, over and over and over till I felt that small knock of release push past me, like a diver catapulting into the ocean. And then at the brink of that one small eruption came a downpour so strong that I shook and spasmed all over, staining the mirror in front me as I wriggled and squirmed. Oh God. I didn’t give a f**k at that point. Matty was only seconds behind as he arched his body into an orgasm that drowned me from within. He erupted violently as he stretched his limbs against an unbearable pleasure I too was experiencing. Our breathing was labored as we unloaded all our love into that euphoric release we both shared. He hissed through clenched teeth as he whispered my name into the bites he did against my earlobe, “f**k, f**k, Harold … f**k … I love you.”

“I love you too, Matt. Oh my God. You’re so much better than Christian Grey.”

“Of course, baby. I got a bigger d**k,” he grinned looking at our reflection. I couldn’t help but smile as I appreciated the twinkle in our eyes as we gazed lovingly at each other.

“We need to check out … but not before I get a new shirt. I soiled the one I’m wearing.”

“Yeah, let’s do that. And we’re keeping the tie for later,” he winked with insatiable lust.

Reader: OH MY GOD!! OH MY … UH!! (^o^)/ UNGH.

Matty Boi: What the f—!? Did you just orgasm on me!?

Reader: Of course not. I was just singing a song (◡‿◡✿)

Matty Boi: Oh okay. I thought you were um, heh. Which song you singing?

Reader: Erm … it’s called the Big O.

Matty Boi: Cool yo. Is it on iTunes?

Reader: (；*_*) Um, sure … ugh, so f*****g stupid [whispers inaudibly]

Matty Boi: Great stuff yo! You cools! I’ma go and download it for Har-har!

Reader: (╥﹏╥) Yeah. You go ahead do that. Whatever.

Matty Boi: One last Epilogue before I say goodbye you guys. I luffs you (❤‿❤)

Reader: ( ಠ_ಠ#) !!!

Matty Boi: (❤‿❤)

Reader: (；*_*)

Matty Boi: (◡‿◡✿) Aw, don’t I look pretty with a flower??

Reader: ( ಠ_ಠ#) !!!

Matty Boi: Um … you guys cool? You don’t look so good.

Reader: (╥﹏╥) we’ll— we’ll miss you ~sniff~ ~sniff~

Matty Boi: Aw, I’ma miss you guys too (blows Harold)

Reader: (；*_*)

Matty Boi: Oops. Here (blows nose) There. EL-OH-EL!