“Are you on anything? Birth control–wise, I mean.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“So, you’re telling me we’re safe from you getting pregnant?”
“We’re safe in all areas to take your question even deeper.” She scratched her nails through my beard. “Are you asking because you don’t have a condom or you don’t want to wear one?”
“The latter.”
“You don’t need one, Walker.”
That was all I needed to hear before I dropped my boxer briefs, stepped out of them, and pulled her ass to the very edge of the counter. “I can’t fucking wait to feel how wet you are.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning as my tip caressed her clit, and as she clamped us together, I thrust in.
“Holyfuuuck.” I’d had an idea of how hot and wet she’d beand how tight her pussy would feel around my shaft. But this—this—wasn’t even close to what I’d assumed. What was happening now was something indescribable. “Alivia, you feel fucking incredible.”
“So do you.”
I gave her several more hard, fast, deep pumps and roared, “Jesus Christ.”
Her hands fanned across my cheeks, and she put her lips in front of mine, gasping, “How are you able to make me feel this good?”
“Because I fucking love your body and all I want to do is make you feel good.”
I placed my foot on the metal rod that sat halfway between the counter and the floor. That small lift gave me another angle and more room to bear down on her cunt. But I didn’t give her just straight strokes. I twisted my hips and arched my back, so I would hit the walls of her pussy. And while I was sliding in, working my way through her narrowness, that friction was giving her a whole other layer of pleasure.
But that wasn’t all I did.
Because I knew, if I touched her pussy, that would make her scream even louder. So, my thumb went to her clit—a spot still so fucking wet from my mouth—and I rubbed it.
“Walker!” Her nails stabbed my shoulders. “Yes! Harder!”
If I went any harder, I was going to come, so I lengthened my thrusts, giving her rough, sharp plunges that had her moaning every time I dived in and inhaling each time I pulled out. Even though that was slowing down my orgasm, it wasn’t doing the same for her. I could feel hers coming on. She was closing in around me. She was getting wetter.
Fuck, she was even getting louder.
The changes in her body were forcing the tingles to move through mine. Especially since this was the firsttime I was fucking her without a condom. My dick wasn’t used to this kind of heat or slickness—things I didn’t necessarily feel when I was covered in latex. And that heat and slickness weren’t just grabbing hold of me; they were fucking owning me.
“Oh! Ah! Agh!”
I held her throat and aimed her eyes at me. “You keep making those sounds, and I’m going to fill you with my fucking cum.”
“I want that.”
“Don’t play with me, Alivia, because I’ll give you what you’re asking for.”
“Fuck me even harder.”
A demand that sounded like a goddamn dream.
“Faster,” she added.
She gripped the edge of the counter and propped her feet right next to her hands, and she began moving with me, sliding her ass up in the air to meet me and bucking backward to help pull us apart.
“Ah fuck!” I couldn’t hold it in. This felt too goddamn good.
And by the way she was narrowing in around me, I knew she couldn’t hold anything back either.
