I squeeze my inner walls around him and he shouts a curse, his girth seeming to double in size, his hips juddering and jerking. Close to the same edge he brought me to.
“I could get you pregnant,” he says through his clenched teeth, his eyes unfocused as he pumps, pumps, pumps. “Do you understand that?”
I squeeze my pussy tighter.
“Christ!” Jason bellows, moisture erupting inside of me. “Fuck it.Fuck it.”
I’ve never witnessed so much pleasure on a human being’s face, and I flow right over the side of the waterfall, too, my own release sending me free falling, so I can stay with Jason. Match him, beat for beat, writhe for writhe, drop for drop. I whine and let him ram deep, again, again, again, his teeth tearing at my neck while he finishes, his spend slipping down the cheeks of my sore backside.
I’m a mess of tears and sweat and male release by the time he drops on top of me, releasing choppy pants against the side of my head.
My heart is going utterly wild.
This is what I never dared to dream about.
This man. His dominant touch.
This sense of deep belonging.
Jason.
He lifts his head and studies my face long and hard. Swiping a strand of sweaty hair back from my face, he leans down and kisses my mouth gently. So gently that my heart sighs. And he starts to say something.
I hold my breath, because I’m craving his voice. His reassurance that we might be doing something forbidden together, but it’s good. It’s so good and we both need it.
Therefore, we can’t stop.
He’ll make it all right for us.
But I never get the chance to hear what he’s going to say, because a car door slams outside the house.
Emma is home.
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There’sa loud buzzing in my head as we spring up from the couch.
On my feet now, I yank up my sweatpants and turn off the television, which is still paused on the spanking scene fromSecretary. Listening for the front door to open, I watch Shea rush to locate her sleep shorts and draw them up her wobbly legs.
Her beautiful mouth is swollen from kissing me and the sweat is still cooling on her skin. I should be soothing her right now. Stroking her back and hair, coaxing her heart rate back to normal. I have a righteous urge to do those things for her. Things I don’t usually feel compelled to do for any female.
But this isn’t just any female.
She’s the most luscious forbidden fruit on the vine…
And I’ve just taken a huge bite out of her.
I rake five fingers through my hair. Virgin. Shea was avirginand I just banged her brains out on my motherfucking couch.No condom. I came inside her so deep, I’ll be shocked if she isn’t having my baby in nine months.
What the hell were you thinking?
I wasn’t. I couldn’t.
I’m still not thinking clearly, apparently, because I am aching to bring her to bed with me. Fold her up in my arms and rock her to sleep. Wake her up in a few hours, spit on her pussy to wet it down and take her all over again. My dick is already filling with lead thinking about how she’ll feel doggy style. Meanwhile, her roommate—my kid—is about to walk through the door. I should be horrified by my own thoughts.
But Shea looks at me and all I can think is…mine.
