“Yeah?”
“Please.”
“Please, what, darlin’?”
“Please fuck me.”
Did she say it? Did she finally cuss? Hallelujah. I’ve broken though.
“I’m not done, sweetheart.” Did I just whine?
“You can do that next time. I need you… to…”
“All right.” I’m up again, behind her. Placing my dick at her entrance, I slide one hand up her back and the other around to pinch her nipple. “I can wrap it up, Prudence, but I had a vasectomy and I’m clean.”
“Vasectomy?”
“Yeah.” Shit. I hope she doesn’t want to ask to many questions. I’m about to burst.
“When?” She scoffs. “Never mind. I’m clean too.”
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
It’s slow going. She’s so snug, it’s almost painful.Almost. Gripping her shoulder with one hand, I use my other on her waist to help get purchase. When I feel like I’ve got the hold I need, I press in hard and fast.
“Holy shit, Nate.”
I believe that’s the second time she’s cussed tonight. I like it. “You okay?” I’ve stopped, waiting for the go ahead from her.
“You’re so big.”
“And fucking deep.” I reach around her and take her breasts in both hands, pulling her up a little bit in the process. When she’s close enough, I lean down and kiss the side of her neck. “You feel perfect, Prudence. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
“You can move now. Please, Nate.”
Pulling back slowly, I fondle her tits as I go. When I’m nearly out, I thrust in again, getting my four favorite words out of her, “Oh. My. God. Nate.”
With each thrust,I do it faster. Moving in, I do it harder each time until we’re fucking like bunnies. Prudence has started pushing back into me as I thrust forward, and the words coming out of my girl’s mouth is downright dirty. “Harder, Nate. Do it harder.”
When I feel that telltale tingle start to rise, I know I don’t have a lot of time left, so I slip my hand down to her clit and rub, running circles around the little nub. It’s just what the doctor ordered. In no time, Prudence is muttering and squeezing the shit out of my cock. And as she comes, I hear, “Oh. Oh. Nate…” Then she says most beautiful word in the world. “Fuuuuuuuuck.”
It’s all it takes to make me blow. I pull out just in time as I come. Some gets on her ass, but most ends up on my bed. I run my palm over the release on her ass, and the Neanderthal in me wishes it could stay there forever. I want her marked with my seed.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Prudence
He had a vasectomy.
I’m not sure why that bothers me, but it does. It’s not like I came here to get pregnant or anything. I didn’t. It was for the sex, though. It’s why I wore the sexy underwear that Laura bought me. It’s also why I showered, shaved, and moisturized. My intention was to seduce Nate into bed.
Funny thing, I hardly had to do a thing. He did all the work. And boy, was he good at his job. Never, not in all the years I was with Travis, was sex ever that good. Not even close. I can count on one hand the number of orgasms I had during sex with Travis. Any and all of them came at my own hand. Sad, really. I wasted too many years with a man who couldn’t or wouldn’t make me orgasm. He was the typical “wham, bam, time to fall asleep” man.
Sighing, I roll over onto my back searching for a sheet, a pillow, anything to cover me up. Except Nate doesn’t give me a chance. He slides until he’s pressed to my side, his arm thrown over my middle. His palm wraps around me, nudging me closer. “You okay?” he asks sweetly.
“Mm-hmm.” I clear my throat. “Yes.” I mean, I’m okay physically. Mentally, I’m a bit all over the place. I mean, the vasectomy really threw me for a loop. Shocked is the word I’d use to describe my initial reaction to that tidbit of information.
