The only problem is, she shatters just as I do. Her pussy seizes around me, milking me so tightly I’m stuck in the vice grip of her pleasure.
“Ah!” she cries out, a sound of pure release.
I know she’s not thinking rationally, and frankly, neither am I. In a desperate attempt to free myself, I thrust deeper, trying to get some leverage. But the friction is too much. I feel the distinctpopof latex giving way.
The ill-fitting condom rips, spilling everything inside the goddess I’m worshipping.
What I should have offered this woman was a polite drink and a ride home. Instead, I’m buried balls-deep, shooting load after load inside her. When the constricting tightness finally eases and warm wetness surrounds us, I realize I am fucked. Legitimately.
I finish, holding my weight on my forearms, panting in ecstasy as a sweet, lazy smile widens across her face.
“Wow,” she breathes as I gently pull out of her.
“Wow is right,” I confirm, my voice rough.
As I pull the destroyed rubber off my softening cock, the reality hits me. Dripping down her swollen pussy is the evidence of my negligence. I chide myself for not putting a few of my own condoms in my jacket pocket.
“I’m sorry, love,” I say quietly. I'm pretty sure she's not aware of what just happened. She's just glowing, staring at me with starry eyes.
“What do you mean?” Suddenly, her expression shifts. She senses the shift in the air as I reach for the water bottles on the side table.
“You need water,” I say, dodging the immediate confession.
She sits up, taking the bottle. She looks down at herself, then at me. Her face morphs into shock. “Did you...?” She swallows hard.
“The condoms they provide aren't really big enough. It broke. I'm terribly sorry.” I run a hand through my hair. “Are you on some kind of contraception?”
I'm dreading the answer. She was going to get married yesterday; surely that means she’s prepared?
“No,” she whispers. “We used the rhythm method. Landon wanted kids—a bunch of them—so we weren’t using protection. I thought I’d just have one, because I’m still planning on going to law school. I figured as soon as we had one, he’d settle down. He was very ‘You’re my woman, I want you to have my children.’ Sort of like a caveman. But so is his dad.”
She’s rambling in a rapid monotone, clearly in shock.
“It’s not a worry,” I say firmly, cutting through the panic.
I open the drawer again and retrieve a small black box tied with a satin ribbon. A gold label on the lid readsPeace of Mind.
“Inside is a morning-after pill,” I explain, handing it to her. “Since I’m the one who drafted the legal framework for this club, I insisted Madame provide them in every room. They are the safest and most effective on the market.”
I feel horrible ruining the afterglow with emergency contraception, but being an accidental father with a woman I just met would be infinitely worse.
She takes the box and opens it with trembling fingers. “I guess I should,” she says softly.
All the sweet joy she just expressed drains from her face as she reads the instructions and dry-swallows the pill with a swig of water.
“That should do the trick,” I say, trying for lighthearted but sounding like a complete asshole.
“I should probably go now.” She begins to button up her blouse, her movements jerky.
“Selena.” I stop her hands, covering them with mine. “No. It’s nearly three in the morning. I don’t want you out on the streets, even if your place is only a few blocks away. I’ll have someone take you back in the morning. Come to my room. Get some rest. You’ve had a hell of a day. I have a big bed and a steam shower. Let’s finish our night properly.”
I offer her a smile, realizing with a jolt that I truly want her to stay. The thought of her leaving right now makes meinexplicably sad. I don’t expect to see her again after tomorrow, and yet, I’m not ready to say goodbye.
“Okay.” A single tear drips down her face as she nods.
“Listen, I’m very sorry. I should have been better prepared. If something happens—which it won’t—I’ll give you a way to reach me.”
I hate myself in this moment. Every word out of my mouth confirms what I am: a monster. A careless dick.
