“Damn right it is.” Notching my cock to her tiny hole, I slam inside her, burying myself to the hilt.
I groan in bliss as Frankie screams out my name. Goddamn. She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.
I start to move, setting a punishing pace, my hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“You feel so good, baby,” I praise, one hand snaking around to find her clit. “So fucking tight around my cock.”
Her inner walls clench at the dirty words, and I know she likes it. I lean forward, my chest against her back, and whisper in her ear.
“Everyone downstairs knows what we’re doing up here. They know I’m fucking my woman, claiming what’s mine. Tomorrow when you can barely walk, they’ll all know why.”
She moans, pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts with equal force. “Bane, I’m close.”
“Not yet,” I growl, slowing my pace to shallow, teasing thrusts. “You don’t come until I say you do.”
She whimpers in frustration, trying to push back against me, but I hold her hips firmly.
“Tell me, baby,” I demand, barely touching her clit with my thumb but never giving her enough to push her over the edge. “Tell me who owns you, who owns this pussy.”
“Please!” she finally cries out.
“Tell me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need.”
She growls, banging her fist against the door.
“Tell me!” I snarl.
“You,” she whispers the word as her body softens, finally admitting the truth.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, slamming into her harder. Her submission is my undoing. “Come for me now, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”
My words push her over the edge, and she comes with a scream, her walls clamping around my cock like a vice.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK.Goddamn, nothing has ever felt so good.
Without a single thought of why she feels so good, I slam inside her once, twice, and again, burying myself deep as I empty inside her.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting, my forehead resting against her shoulder. “Damn, baby. You make me crazy.”
I press a kiss on the back of her neck and slowly pull out.
That’s when I feel my mistake.
“Fuck!”
Frankie’s head snaps around, her eyes round. “What?”
“How could I be so fucking stupid?” I run a hand through my sweaty hair and meet Frankie’s worried stare. “I didn’t wear a condom.”
Her eyes crinkle at the corners as her lips twitch with… amusement? Did she not hear what I just said? Does she not understand the gravity of the situation? “Babe! It ain’t fuckin’ funny.”
Spinning around so that her back’s against the door, she takes my face between her hands and says slowly, “I’m on the pill.”
Relief floods through me as I release the breath I’d been holding. “Thank fuck.” I press my forehead against hers, breathing her in. “I’m sorry. I lose my fuckin’ head when I get my hands on you.”
She presses her lips against mine, then moves around me, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the desk.
As I watch her clean up the mess I’ve made of her, a strange feeling of longing—a deep desire I’ve never felt before washes over me. Suddenly, I find myself hating the fact that she’s on the pill and I didn’t just knock her up.
