She cried out at the first solid thrust, her knees tightening around my hips. “Romeo!”
I buried my face into her neck and continued to thrust.
The feel of her slick, tight heat was nearly debilitating.
Tight.
Wet.
Very wet.
“Fuck,” I stilled. “Condom.”
“Birth control,” she cried out. “Don’t stop, Romeo!”
I picked up the same pace, taking her fast and hard.
Most women didn’t like this pace and depth. It was rough and didn’t really work well because I was as big as I was. But Mable didn’t complain.
Even though she’d be sore tomorrow, I was sure.
Forcing myself to slow down was impossible, and I prayed that this position would be enough to get her off.
I was barreling straight toward an orgasm that I knew would break me.
“Romeo,” she whispered into my ear. “I’m going to come.”
“Thank fuck,” I said, continuing with the same speed, pace, and depth. “Because I was about to go without you.”
She didn’t reply, which was for the best. I didn’t think I could continue to form coherent sentences.
She growled the cutest growl, then her body arched against mine.
I felt her pussy start to spasm around me and thanked my lucky stars as I allowed myself to let go.
Her orgasm and mine coincided, pulling both of us into a downward spiral that was as close to what I had a feeling death felt like.
My eyes closed. My brain soared. My body went offline.
My cock jerked.
My cum spurted out of me to fill her.
And I groaned into her neck.
“Fuck,” I growled.
“Holy shit.”
My breathing was coming in pants as I pulled away from her neck and allowed my forehead to rest against hers.
“You can say that again,” I mumbled.
She slid her fingers along the muscles of my shoulders before settling with both hands against my neck.
“I want to do that again. And again. And again. For the rest of my life,” she whispered. “How much money do you have? Can you quit with me?”
I snorted. “Enough to get by for a year or so. That okay with you?”
