I smile into a kiss. “Yeah, I’ll do that. And then I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll feel it tomorrow.”
She moans her agreement, and I nudge her aside so I can reach into the nightstand drawer for a condom and lube. “Are you on birth control?”
“Since I was fourteen. I have really bad period cramps otherwise.”
I stand to kick off my boxer briefs, about to rip open the condom, but Nadine swings her legs over the side of the bed, sitting right in front of me. I hold still as her attention purposefully pours over me, slowing at spots, like my pecs, my hands holding the foil packet, and then landing on my cock, straining out toward her. She reaches out as if to touch me and thenpauses, tipping her head back, and it does something to me to see her in this position. Almost like she’s submitting to me.
Obviously she is not, and I don’t want her to, but I like the idea. I can physically overpower her, but she overpowers me in every other way. I may be much bigger than her and don’t plan on being especially gentle sometimes, but she can take me down with a mere word or look.
Like the one she wears now. Wide blue eyes, puffy lips, and an innocent question. “Can I put it on?”
“You can do whatever you want.” I hand her the condom. “I might want to use you, but you own me. I’m yours, body and soul.”
She doesn’t reply, though she does offer me a beguiling smile a moment before she leans forward to put her mouth on me, and the half gasp, half squeak that comes out of me is the unmanliest sound I’ve ever made. But having her twist her hand around the base while she sucks on the tip is what I’ve been fantasizing about for literal years. I may not have admitted it to even myself, yet when I needed to get off and had to use my own imagination, it was a head of dark hair I saw. A smart mouth finally silenced because it was full of me.
And it is so good.
So fucking good I’m going to come before I’ve even had the chance to feel the heaven between her legs.
“Riv, stop, stop.” I nudge her away, and she laughs at me, rightly understanding why.
“Quick off the trigger, huh?”
I snatch the condom from between her fingers, have it open and on in seconds, stepping between her legs, looming over her until she lies back on the bed. She smirks at me like she really showed me something. “You better watch how you speak to me when I can make you come in minutes. Make you a whimpering, wet mess.”
“You don’t scare me,” she says with that attitude I love, and I grab the small bottle of lube to squeeze out a dollop, smotheringit all over her pussy, making even the trimmed curls above wet before pushing three fingers into her, earning a sharp inhale.
“Thought so.” I bend to kiss her throat as I immediately find the swollen spot inside her. “Not so tough anymore.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, fingers mindlessly roaming over the bed, searching for an anchor, but when she can’t find one, she hooks them around my neck. “Fuck me.”
I pump faster. “What did you say?”
“Fuck me,” she pants.
“What?”
“Fuck me!” She comes with a cry, and before she can come down, I wrap my hands around her waist, moving her up the mattress to make room for me. I thrust inside her in one go, and my vision blurs for a moment with the rush of pleasure.
But once the immediate spark of ecstasy wanes to a more manageable one, I grit my teeth and balance my weight between my left hand by her shoulder and my knees spread wider, her legs open with her right one thrown against my chest and shoulder. And I fuck her.
I fuck her so hard, the slaps echo around us, and she can’t do anything except take it. She moans, face pinching, fingernails digging into my triceps. Watching her reaction, feeling her pussy clench around me, hearing her mindless sounds, it all makes my blood rush in my ears. The familiar burn of an orgasm comes on quicker and stronger than ever before in my life, but I knew this was what it would be like. The first time experiencing it would make me come hard and fast.
Yes, Nadine Rivera makes me quick off the trigger.
But I don’t think she cares. Especially when I slip my fingers down to where we’re connected and press the bud of her clit so that she falls over the edge one last time, and I’m almost too late in pulling out of her, the euphoria too big to find my way through, but I do.
I pull out of her and rip off the condom in time to aim the line of my orgasm onto her. Ropes of my come land on her stomach,pussy, and thighs, but I keep stroking my flagging erection until I’m empty. Until every last drop lands on her pretty, golden tanned skin.
I stare in satisfaction, hoping to burn the image of her stretched out below me and wearing my come into my brain. When she blinks her eyes open a few moments later, she repositions her head to see what I’ve done then quirks an eyebrow at me in question.
“I’m going to get tested by the team doctor. I want you to get tested too, so next time, we don’t need a condom.”
She doesn’t react. Only focuses her gaze on where I drag my fingertip through the lines on her and draw random shapes with it. Like I’m finger-painting. “I want all of this inside you,” I admit, making a heart over her belly button before signing my name just above her pubic bone, and then rubbing it all over the insides of her thighs. “I want all of this dripping out of you. I want to come so deep inside you that?—”
I barely stop myself from confessing my most depraved fantasy—that I want to impregnate her. That I want to make her mine in every way, including putting my baby in her.
But I think we’ve had enough confessions for the night and rein it in. “I want you not only to be sore the next day, but I want to be able to use my come as lube. I want to return home from a game and fuck you while you’re wearing my jersey, and then I want to fuck you the next morning while you’re still sleeping, but you’ll be so wet and warm, I’ll slide right in. I want to come inside you. Let me come inside you.”
