Katy seems so rested and satiated by our recent fucking.

Neither of us has said the words I love you, but I know we’re both thinking it.

The problem is that now, things have become unbalanced. With Katy’s total honesty with me about her life, she has cleared herself of any wrongdoing. She’s not holding back for me anymore, and she has no more secrets.

But from my side, things are a little different. She still doesn’t know who I am. How can I tell her that, technically, I’ve been spying on her all this time?

She’ll hate me forever, and yet each day and each moment that I hold back and I don’t tell her the truth is one more day she’ll feel betrayed.

I don’t want to lose her. But I know I’m making the situation worse. I’m not even spying on her anymore. I care more about her then what she can ever do to my company.

But there’s no easy way of explaining that I’m secretly a billionaire and that I’ve known she’s a hacker this entire time.

I can tell by the easy way she’s snuggled up against my side that coming clean did her good. It’s as if the world has been lifted from her shoulders.

I find myself feeling jealous of her freedom. I want to be free and to know that she will love me despite the things I’ve kept from her, too.

“Baby, do you want some water?” I ask.

I need to pull up, get away, clear my head for a second.

“Yes, please, with ice.”

I go to her little kitchen and find a paper cup. Obviously, Katy doesn’t do dishes.

I take a minute to just lean against the refrigerator. I have to know if now is the moment to reveal my past and who I am to her.

“Are you coming?” she asks.

I walk out into view and take in the site of Katy lying there naked on the bed. She’s just too fucking beautiful to mess this up. Instead of telling her the truth, I do the only other thing that’s on my mind.

Maybe I can fuck her so hard that these worries will fade away, to be dealt with on another day.

“Definitely coming.” I grin at her.

I walk over to her with a cup of ice water, and she takes it. I stare down for a minute at her slim, toned body. I’m sure she’s never even been inside of the gym, and yet her body is so taut and nicely curved.

She puts down the water, and I pull her legs to the edge of the bed.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I say.

She giggles with delight and looks up into my eyes. I plan on making the most of my time with her, and I’m no longer going to worry about the future.

I flip her body over so that she’s on all fours. Her ass is nicely in line with my cock. I finger her pussy a little bit and swirl my fingers inside of it to make sure that she’s nice and wet and ready for me.

She starts breathing heavily because she knows what’s about to go down. I push my big cock into her, and the feel of it is enough to drown out all my fears of losing her. Because in this one moment at least, she is mine, and we are as connected as ever.

I pump into her deeply, and with every thrust, my worries fade away. All there is Katy.

I move my hips in a circle to give her a new sensation of pleasure. Predictably, she cries out, whimpering for more as my cock dominates every part of her. The rhythm that we’ve found, the way that we are together, is fucking amazing.

It’s sex at its very best because we each desire each other so much, and we’ve found in each other a certain routine where our bodies unite and our souls explode in unison.

This must be what happens when you love somebody. This is what sex looks like when you crave only that one person. I feel so conjoined with her and in tune with her that there’s no going back ever.

She’s my woman―now and for the rest of my life.

She’s moaning and crying out my name as I slide my cock across her G-spot. I have perfect access to it now from this position.

I slap her ass firmly because a part of me wants her to pay for doing this to me. She’s made me fall in love with her. She’s rocked every part of my soul.

And now I’m going to fuck her like I mean it, harder than I’ve ever fucked her before.

I reach down and cup one beautiful tit in my hand, and I twist her nipple with the other. I pull my fingers through her hair and force her head back slightly. She needs to know that I’m in control, now and forever.

This makes her whine and pant for more. “Yes, Marcus. Fuck yes.”

I can tell by the way her pussy tightens around my cock that the waves of pleasure are starting to spiral throughout her body. She better want me and only me.

I slap her ass again, hard, and grunt through clenched teeth, “Tell me what I want to hear.”

I plunge my cock deeply inside of her pussy, and warmth is spreading throughout my body. I feel like this is bliss, like life can never get any better than this.

“Fuck! Fuck, yes. You’re the only one. Please fuck me.”

The way she says it somehow makes my cock harden even more. I didn’t think it was possible to get more aroused than this. But knowing she feels that way, that I’m the only man, well…

I hold her hips tightly and dive into her so hard until she cries, “Marcus, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.”

Her body is pulsating and convulsing underneath my grasp. And if it wasn’t for my large cock inside of her and for my hands gripping her hips, I know she’d be falling to the bed right now.

The fact that she came so hard for me makes me want to let go inside of her. I take her limp body between my hands and fuck her deeply so that she’s screaming my name and coming again, over and over.

Finally, I let loose. I spray my hot essence into her tight pussy, and for a second, we’re both feeling out of this world.

She’s practically collapsing in my hands, having come so much, so many times. I pump everything I’ve got into her, and then I pull out so that we both fall onto the bed in a sweaty, heaping mess. It’s the mess that comes with having been fucked so hard.

I’m panting and thinking how wild that was. This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced with a woman. When desire and passion are involved, it just brings things to another level.

I realize now what I’ve been missing by having so many one night stands. There was no connection, and so the sex was as good as it could be.

But with Katy, every time is a new experience. As I want to claim her even more and as I become more and more possessive, the heat between us is just staggering.

Even though I’ve fucked so many women in New York City I could fill a high-rise, it’s never been like this.

I’ve never felt this interdimensional oneness with another person. I’ve never felt as though I might die if she were to ever leave me.

That’s a lot of trust to put in one person.

I lie next to her and think of how great that was―but also in the back of my mind, the truth is nagging at me once again. I can’t escape my treachery.

Katy doesn’t know me, and if she finds out, will she ever feel the same way again? Will we ever experience this again together? If the answers to those questions even come close to no…well, that’s a reality that I can’t even consider.

I look over at her beautiful, tired body and just hope that there’s some way for her to understand what I’ve done.

The lies between us are keeping me apart from her. I feel as though I can’t trust this moment of happiness because it might be taken from me. The rug might be pulled out from under my feet, and life would turn to shit.

If Katy can’t find a way to forgive, to understand that I had to do what I had to do to protect my company, I don’t know where I’d be.

“That was so fucking good,” she’s saying. “Is it just me, or is sex between us amazing? I’ve never come so hard in my life or so many times. God, Marcus, where have you been all my life?”

She reaches for the ice water, and I am left breathing heavily and feeling nothing but guilt. I need Katy to know the truth. She needs to know the truth.

And it has to come from my own mouth or she’ll never understand.