For one brief moment, I forget all that plagues me. All that weighs heavily on me doesn’t exist. My parental issues. My career reputation issues. The fact that this man is my forced husband. The fact that I sort of hate him. They’re all gone, if only for a few minutes in time.
Right now, I’m in the present, and he’s doing exactly what he said he’d do. He’s draining all the chaos from my brain. It feels like a blank slate, and it’s glorious.
My vision hasn’t returned yet when I feel his mouth on mine and his tip teasing my entrance. The tangy essence of me immediately envelops my taste buds as his tongue deliciously spreads it all over my mouth.
His body is big and warm on top of mine. He’s all-encompassing. It feels so good. So right.
My vision hasn’t returned yet, but I wrap my arms and legs around him before scraping my nails along his back in a way I know will leave marks, if not break skin.
He lets out a guttural moan before driving deep into me with one long, hard thrust. He feels massive and so damn hard. Every pulsating vein rubs my insides. It’s a sensation I’ve never encountered before. He’s by far the biggest I’ve ever had inside me, and I feel the delicious burn of his unprecedented possession over my body.
He lets out a loud grunt into my mouth. “Oh fuck. You feel amazing wrapped around my cock. I’m in pussy heaven.”
It’s the wordwrappedthat’s got me snapped back to reality. Did he have time to put on a condom? Was I too lost in my post-orgasm fog to remember him doing it?
I try to talk, but I can’t because his tongue is plundering my mouth as he begins to move inside me. Even inside me, I can feelhis skin on mine. I can feel the ridges and the contours of the head of his penis as they scrape along my sensitive insides, drawing a pleasure I’ve never known.
He’s not wearing a condom. I know it. For a few moments, I don’t care because it feels too good and I don’t want it to stop.
Our hips work together as if we’ve practiced it a million times before. He showers me with words and sounds of praise, as lost in the pleasure as I am.
I can hear the scraping of the kitchen table across the floor until it eventually crashes into the wall. The noise breaks me from my dick trance.
“Daylen,” I breathe.
He pinches my nipples hard, and I lose another ten seconds of sanity before finally shoving his chest as hard as I can. He doesn’t budge, he’s too strong for that, but it snaps him out of it enough to lift his head and give me a concerned look of question.
“Condom,” I pant. “We forgot a condom.”
He sucks in a breath as he immediately stands and withdraws from me. I hate losing the sensation of both his body and his cock, immediately feeling empty and cold without him.
He stands in front of me, pulling his hair, with worry written all over his handsome face. “I’m so fucking sorry. I’ve…I’ve never once done that. I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. Holy shit. What’s wrong with me? I got so carried away by you. Wanting you. I’m so sorry.” He keeps apologizing over and over.
I sit up and tenderly rub his arm. “Relax. Take a breath.”
His shoulders do drop a bit as he inhales and exhales a few deep breaths, clearly conflicted over what just happened, but eventually settling down.
I nod in approval of his calmer state. “Better. Don’t get crazy. I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”
He nods. “I’m clean too. I swear. I’m…I’m so sorry. It’s my responsibility, and I failed you.”
I shake my head. “It’sourresponsibility.Wefailed. And it was only a minute or two. It’s not like you came.”
We both instinctively glance at his dick, currently extremely tall and hard, glistening with my juices. I’ve never seen a bare dick glisten with my juices before. It’s fucking hot.
He seems as mesmerized by it as I am.
I can’t help but lean over and grab him by the base before running my tongue up and down his shaft, tasting my own essence.
The defined muscles of his stomach contract. “Fuck, don’t do that. I’m trying to…oh fuck. Oh fuck. Keep doing that. God damn, your tongue is magical.”
I lift my head and lick my lips in an exaggerated fashion. “Yum. I taste good.”
A small smile forms on his lips at my attempt to lighten this heavy situation.
“It’s delicious pussy pie, isn’t it?” he asks.
I smile briefly before my face turns more serious. “I have condoms in my bedroom. If you’re up for it, we can go finish what we started.” I wink at him. “Beau Fudd Boner Shakes pair well with Kennedy’s Pussy Pie.”
