After a couple of minutes, I knew I was close. I dropped the paddle, pulled the vibrator away, and slid my arms under her shoulders for traction as I brutally fucked her. I didn’t last as long as I wished I could—#Domfailfor not grabbing one of the cock rings from the armoire—but when I took that final thrust and buried my cock deep inside her, I dropped my forehead to hers and just… savored it.
Lucky women, being able to come multiple times.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I closed my eyes. “What, baby?”
“This. Yes.Enthusiasticyes.”
I kissed her forehead and opened my eyes to find her staring up at me. “If you can still talk after that, obviously I didn’t do a good enough job.” Before she could react, I sat up, grabbed the clit sucker, and her laughter immediately turned into moans that made my cock twitch where it was still buried inside her.
I’d left the choice about using condoms to her because I was fine using them, but I was already calculating in my mind when to get a vasectomy even though she’d already told me she would be getting her tubes tied.
I don’t know if it surprised her or me more when I grew hard inside her. “Oh, baby. You’re in trouble now.” Ditching the vibrator, I reached up and quickly unfastened her wrist cuffs.
Now I could kiss her, ravage her mouth as I fucked her while she raked her nails down my back and dug them into my ass, urging me harder, faster.
It’d be nice to say I lasted longer that time, and I did, but not by much. She felt too good, too fuckingperfect. And when I came, I rolled to my side, taking her with me, still kissing her as I caught my breath and savored having her in my arms.
Once I could speak, I said it. “We might need to use condoms after all.”
“Why?” she mumbled against my shoulder.
“Because I’m not normally a guy who pops that fast, but you’re not the only one who’s crank’s getting turned hard by what we’re doing.”
She snickered, gently nipping me. “You saying I got a magic pussy, Sir?”
“No, I’m saying that my cock seems very happy to have a new home and he’s over-enthusiastically trying to single-handedly redecorate.”
She howled with laughter.
Emmy
I rolled onto my back, gasping for air while he looked all too pleased with himself over that smart-assed remark.
I’d insisted on using condoms with Joe even though I also have an IUD. But Jack and I had fresh rounds of testing and when he left the choice to me, I’d opted not to use them.
“Can I set a hard limit of you not saying shit like that when I’m in the middle of drinking something?”
“I think that’s reasonable. I’ve accidentally snorted soda through my nose and that shit hurts.”
I sat up, splaying my hand on his chest. He had a light dusting of hair across his pecs that matched the soft (and well-groomed, I was happy to see) nest of pubes at the base of his cock.
“Thatwasreally good,” I said.
He sighed melodramatically. “And yet you canstilltalk. I’m not making a very good first showing, apparently.”
I leaned in, kissing him, loving hi?—
Shit.
He sat up, concern furrowing his brow. “What just happened, baby? Talk to me?”
I sat back on my knees staring at him, not wanting to say it and knowing I couldn’t lie to him.
“It might freak you out,” I whispered, terrified now.
“Uh, you not saying whatever just freaked you out is freaking me out.” He took my hands in his. “Talkto me.”
