“I don’t have any condoms here or on me.”
“I’m on the pill,” she responds breathlessly. “It’s fine.”
For a split second, I want to ask her why she’s on the pill and who the hell she’s fucking? But then I quickly remember that’s none of my business, and I just take the win.
“I’ve been tested. I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
“Then let me give you what you need, baby.”
And I grab her hips and line up the tip of my dick directly with her glistening opening. I inhale a deep breath as I drive myself deep inside her.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
That feels good.
Her moans grow louder as her grip becomes tighter on the sheets. I slide my fingers through her coils at the base of her scalp and tug her head up so the arch of her back is prime for me to go deeper.
“Blake!” Her moans become desperate pleas for me to stop or keep going. I’m not a hundred percent sure. I don’t know her body yet. But if I had to guess by how her pussy is beginning to vibrate around me, I’d say that she loves what we’re doing just as much as I do.
“Can I go deeper?”
“Yes!”
My strokes become harder, almost punishing. I want her to forget everyone before me. It isn’t logical but primal.
Her cries in pleasure tap something deep within me, and now I want to turn her around. I need to see her, and I want her to connect my face with the pleasure I’m giving her. She needs to recognize who can make her feel like this. My face is the one she needs to see when her pussy aches to be touched long after tonight.
I pull out. Flip her pretty ass over. And quickly reenter my new favorite place. Her legs over my shoulders. Eyes glazed over.
“I’m going to come, Blake.” She says through a rushed breath. “Fuckkkkkkk.”
With my hand slightly wrapped around the base of her throat, I kiss her deeply and swallow her screams as her entire body shudders through her orgasm. It’s the most beautiful coming apart I think I’ve ever seen. My orgasm follows shortly and envelops me wholly.
We fall away from each other, breathing heavily. I’m a little stunned for words. I’ve had my share of women, but this was something different…something special.
“That was…incredible,” she says, vocalizing what I’m secretly feeling.
“Yeah,” I say nonchalantly in an attempt to remind myself that she’s here for my protection, not to become my love slave.
I can tell my response isn’t what she was looking for. I may have even hurt her feelings, although that wasn’t my intention. I was just creating distance for myself in my own fucked up way.
“Um, I’m going to clean up,” she says, sitting up.
“Cool.”
She stares at me for a moment, and I can tell there’s something she wants to say but is either too afraid or angry to say it, so she just exits the room in all her spectacular naked glory.
My dick wants another round as it watches her ass jiggle away, but my brain is finally taking charge of this shit show, and the last thing we need is another round.
That’s how other dudes fuck around and fall in love.
Not Delanos.
Chapter 8
Peyton
