“Are you on any birth control?”
“Yeah, the pill,” she says, peering down at the same thing I’ve just seen. “We’ve, uh, made a mess.”
I’ve actually never gone bareback before. I’m not sure how I feel about this. I lost my head for a second. What the hell was I thinking?
“Sam?”
“I’m clean,” I say abruptly. I’m sorry I didn’t protect us.
“I haven’t had sex for a long time, but I can maybe go get a checkup. I’m probably due for my lady exam. If you want.”
“Don’t worry, okay? I just lost my head there.” I chuckle. “It was pretty intense.”
“It was good, though, right?” she asks shyly.
I lean down and kiss her lips, which are swollen from our lovemaking. “It was better than good. That was incredible. The best,” I whisper.
She wraps her arms around my neck and snuggles into my shoulder. I pull her closer and drag the throw from the back of the sofa over both of us. I watch her as she dozes off in my arms, then lay my head back and fall asleep in minutes. It’s never felt this perfect before. Never.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HELLS BELLS
I’mawoken by hands touching me. Touching my breasts, my waist, and my hips. Hands push my legs apart, and then I feel a tongue down, um, there. I know I should be embarrassed, but that’s not the emotion I’m going with. No, instead of feeling insecure, I spread my legs even further apart until he has the room he needs.
I look around, and it’s completely dark in his bedroom. I don’t even remember coming into the bedroom last night, and I have no idea what time it is, but I don’t care right now. I moan when he slides his big finger into me. I start to use my hips to encourage him along. I don’t want his finger anymore. “Sam? I want….”
He pulls his head up to look at me. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“You. I want you.” I’m totally whining now.
“You’ve got me.”
“No, inside. I want you inside of me.” When nothing happens, I say, frustrated, “Fuck me, Sam.”
Chuckling, he moves up and peers down at my face. “Now who’s bossy?”
Without another word, he thrusts inside of me with his giant, um, man meat. He’s big. I’ve only seen dicks like his in porn videos that Lauren made me watch—for educational purposes, of course. Literally, he’s huge. He seems to fit perfectly in me, though. I start to move with him, but it’s frustrating me. “Harder, Sam.”
He pulls out and looks down at me. “I’m not sure I like this bossy side. You’re a naughty girl, MacKenzie. It’s time you learned who’s in charge here.” He wraps his big hands around my waist and flips me over to my stomach. Next, he pulls me up toward him until I’m on all fours.
Oh, shit. I’ve never done it like this.
And then I feel a sting and hear the sound of a slap.
“Ouch!” I screech. He spanked me? Slap. “Sam?” I whimper. I wish I could tell you I hated it, but I can’t.
“Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?” he asks in a domineering voice.
I nod.
“What? I didn’t hear you, sweetheart.”
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl.” Damn, that turns me on. Does that make me twisted?
“Good. Now hold still. Let your man take care of you,” he demands as he thrusts into me from behind.
“Oh, God. Wow,” I yelp.
