“Shit.” He freezes, then starts to pull out.
“Wait, what happened? What’s wrong?”
“Forgot the fucking condom again.”
The logical part of my brain understands what he’s saying, but my brain is quickly losing the battle against my body—and my body doesn’t want him going anywhere.
“It’s okay.” I reach behind me to grab his arm, anything to keep him from pulling out. “We don’t need it. Just pull out before you come.”
A low, primal noise rumbles up from his chest. “Are you sure? Don’t tease me right now, Heather.”
“I’m not teasing.” I push back on him, desperate to get more of his cock inside me. “Just keep fucking me.”
“Yeah.” He slowly starts to push back in. “Yeah, okay.”
His hands are on my waist and my hips, pulling me back in time with each thrust he makes, driving himself deeper and deeper until he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck,” I groan, because I might be getting better at taking all of him but it’s still a lot. “So big.”
Truthfully, I can feel him everywhere. My pussy. My stomach. My damn throat. He really is that big. But instead of being overwhelming and painful like it was the first couple of times, now my body craves that line between pleasure and pain.
He thrusts again and I whimper, bracing myself for the next one.
“God, you look so good like this,” he growls. “Gonna come all over your ass. You want that?”
“Yes.” I nod wildly, because the mental picture he’s painting has my clit throbbing even harder.
His rhythm speeds up. He’s driving into me more roughly now, and each time, I can feel his cock jerking and twitching.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Can’t get enough of you.”
I don’t want him to. Even when the pressure builds and I can feel my orgasm coming, I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Grant, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna… oh, god.”
“Then come. Let me feel it.”
My whole body tightens, and I’m so full of his cock that my vision is starting to blur at the edges. He works his hips against my ass, still stuffing me but making sure he reaches every possible place inside me.
And that’s what finally pushes me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I’m coming so hard that everything goes dark and hazy for a moment.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, pulling out quickly.
I don’t know if it’s the loss of contact or the cool air hitting my pussy, or just the fact that he’s suddenly not inside meanymore, but the feeling of his absence sends a sharp shiver down my spine that somehow intensifies my pleasure as he starts to come on my ass.
“Jesus, Heather,” he gasps. “This pussy is gonna be the death of me.”
He keeps coming, and every hot drop splashing onto my skin is another jolt of pleasure.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
“So good for me.” He steadies me with one arm around my waist, leaning in and pressing his cock between our bodies, spreading his cum over my lower back in the process. “So fucking good.”
“Always,” I say reflexively.
We stay just like that for a while, for at least several minutes, and then he slowly starts to move. He helps me clean up before tending to himself, and we’ve barely just put our clothes back on when I hear a car door slam outside.
“Shit.” I suck in a sharp breath and run to the half bathroom that’s just off the kitchen to frantically try to tame my hair. “Shit, shit, shit.”
