My mouth hangs open and my back arches, grinding down on him and searching for the blissful spot.
“Look at you, greedy girl. You want more?”
“Yes. More. Harder,” I beg.
I hear the way his chest rumbles in delight before he turns animalistic.
I gasp when he pulls out and flips me over. My toes hold me up, and my arms stretch to grab the sides. A loud slap connects with my ass and I swear, I feel something gush down my thigh only to realize it’s me.
His mouth finds me again and he nips my clit. I vibrate as he hums his way through my slit and to my puckered hole. When my body rolls with pleasure, Nic teases me again.
“Does my girl want it here?” He traces the rim and carefully pushes his thumb in.
I nod frantically. It’s been so long since a man ventured there, but I’m afraid of what Nic could do. He’s not a small man and the memory of searing pain from the first time still sits fresh in my mind like it was yesterday.
But if my time with Nic has proven anything it’s that everything is better with him.
He pulls my cheeks apart and I feel something warm and wet drip over me. I look over my shoulder and see the line of spit that spills from his mouth.
“I don’t want to take you raw. It will hurt. But I can give you a little something.”
He massages me again, and while he slides his cock into my throbbing pussy, he shoves his thumb fully in my ass.
I drop my head, knocking it on the counter, almost like I’m trying to make sure this is real, if this is really my life right now.
His grunts fill my ears and he thrust harder and ferociously. This is a side of him I haven’t experienced. I’ve had soft and what I thought was rough sex, but this is on another level.
My eyes slam shut so hard that they squeeze a hot tear of desire down my cheek. Is this pleasure? Is it pain? All I know is I don’t want it to end.
A firm hand circles my neck, taking me by surprise. His thumb begins pumping in time with his dick and the small changes send rockets blasting.
“Nic! Yesssss!” I push back, grinding down and taking everything I can get. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
“Never…fucking…stop,” he cries out then spills his release.
Our words, our moans, the sounds our bodies make are obscene. It drags on and on until we lie spent and motionless. I’m living in the afterglow when something hits me.
“I didn’t take my birth control today.” I push him off of me and we both wince at the sudden loss.
“What are you talking about?” Nic is clumsily pulling up his pants as I scurry off to my bathroom, his cum dripping down my legs.
I don’t even care right now because my only thought is what will happenif.
“You came in me!” I turn to look at him before crossing the threshold to my bedroom and he comes jogging up after me.
“Okay, but we’ve had sex before and I didn’t use a condom. I don’t get why you’re freaking out.” He reaches for my arm and I jump out of his grasp.
“The difference is I’ve never forgotten my pill before.” His blank face continues to stare at me, and I can only throw my hands up and walk to my medicinecabinet. “Birth control isn’t fail proof. Only about 99% if you take it consistently. Which I do. But if you miss one day, that lowers to 93%.One day.That means there’s a 7% percent chance of getting pregnant. SEVEN percent, Nico.”
My hands shake as I push the little pill through the foil package. If fall to the floor, and my nerves skyrocket. I just want to cry. Nic bends down and picks up my pill and takes my hand, placing it gently in the palm.
“I come from a long line of very fertile women. If a virile man even sneezes in the direction of a San Ramón woman…boom! Kids popping out like fucking circus clowns from a car.” My chest feels tight and I feel dizzy, the pill still resting in my hand.
“Well, how many days did you miss taking it?”
“One,” I tell him. “Today’s pill. Technically yesterdays. I should’ve taken it before bed. But I stayed up to get you and completely forgot.”
He looks at me like I’m an escapee from a mental hospital. It enrages me that he doesn’t understand how dire this situation is.
