She wasmine.
I marked her with each one of my hungry thrusts, the whole bed shaking on its frame, headboard thumping against the wall.
Gwen was perfection.
Gwen was an angel.
Gwen was everything I’d ever need.
And that’s when I lost it.
I’d meant to pull out. But instead I slammed into her one more time, buried to the hilt as hot pulsing cum throbbed right out of my cock.
I groaned and tightened my grip on her hips as I did my best to fill her completely, an animalistic instinct overtaking me.
Then I stayed just like that, incapable of moving, feeling the connection between us.
Some primal part of me that I didn’t even understand hoped I’d just impregnated her. I’d never felt that way about a woman before.
In fact, I’d never had unprotected sex with a woman before. I’d never wanted a baby Knox running around until this moment.
Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. Gwen had made me lose my mind for a second there.
I released my hold on her hips, noticing the red marks where I’d gripped her too tight. Then I slipped out of her.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt really strange. This hadn’t felt like normal sex. Something weird was happening to me.
I collapsed down on the bed beside her, and she shifted positions, shyly looking over at me.
“That was…” my words trailed off. What could I say to describe the intensity of this experience?
She nodded in response, then slipped under the covers.
Huskily, I said, “I didn’t mean to…”
“Yeah. I didn’t think that through either. I’m not on birth control.”
Then we both sank into silence. Together in the bed but alone in our thoughts.
After sitting there for a few minutes, I realized I either needed to get my ass back out to the bunkhouse or get under the covers with her. It was a cold night, and I hadn’t turned up the heat on the thermostat. The room was chilly.
Everything inside me said I should get up and go. That’s what a one-night stand meant.
But instead I found myself slipping under the covers next to her, pulling her close until we were skin-on-skin.
“Why’d you fuck me?” I asked, curious as anything to hear her answer.
“Oh, um, I appreciated your honesty.”
“My honesty?”
“Yeah. That this didn’t mean anything. I don’t like it when people lie to me. I was with a guy once who—”
She stopped talking. But I knew she’d finish the thought if she wanted to share it with me.
We lay there in silence together again, the quiet of the night surrounding us, until we warmed up under the blankets, my cock stiffening and asking for seconds.
But I brushed it off, still basking in the afterglow of our experience.
