Somehow my hands have found their way to her thighs, holding her, making sure she can’t get away. To make matters even worse, I can feel her thighs quivering, her walls fluttering around my cock, and I know she is about to come.
Before I know it, she does just that, her slick pussy clamping down on me as moans of pleasure fall from her lips. She leans forward, burying her face in the crook of my neck while I wrap my arms around her torso and thrust up deep inside of her two more times before coming so hard I see stars.
I fill her up with my cum until it drips down my thighs. My balls feel empty, and the rest of me drained. She drapes her body across mine as we remain like this in a hug-like position.
Even though I know I should push her away, shove her off of me, tell her to get lost… I don’t, because this feels so fucking good. We stay like this for a while. She doesn’t stir, and I pretend to be uncaring, when in reality, I enjoy the way she clings onto me like this, wondering what the hell she is doing to me.
I let her put my shirt back on after. I have no idea why, but I like her wearing my shirt. Maybe it’s the way her small frame drowns in the fabric that is cut to fit me, or maybe it’s the fact that it feels like she belongs to me.
After she finishes with the laundry, she dresses in her own clothes again.
“Put your shoes on. We’re going somewhere,” I tell her without further explanation. To my surprise, she doesn’t question me, putting her shoes on like I asked.Only when we are in the truck, and I turn the ignition, does her curiosity get the best of her.
“Where are we going?” There is a slight tremor to her voice, and I know it scares her I’ll take her to the club or pawn her off on one of the guys.
“Don’t worry about it,” I snap back at her, watching her squirm in her seat.
Fuck. I’m an asshole.
“I will not sleep with anyone else,” she states, all matter of fact.
“I gathered that much from last night.” I point at the scratch across my face. “Question is, why not?” I ask, genuinely curious. “You didn’t fight when it came to fucking me.” She was reluctant, but she wasn’t this scared or unwilling.
“That was different,” she whispers.
“Was it?” After a long stretch of silence, I grow impatient and continue, “I’ll tell you what, you give me an answer I believe, and I won’t hand you off to anyone else in the club.”
Looking out the window, she wrings her fingers on her lap, probably trying to find the right words. “With you, it’s different… I-I don’t know, I…” she stumbles over her words and leans back in her seat. “I guess because I know you… and part of me knew you wouldn’t hurt me,” she mumbles the last part, but I heard her loud and clear in the truck’s small confines.
Before I can respond, she continues, “Also, if I just do it with you, it feels less like…”
“It feels less like you being a whore?” I see her wince out of the corner of my eye, and I actually feel a ping of regret saying it the way I did.
“You believe me?” she asks after a moment.
“Yeah, I won’t hand you off to my brothers at the club.” I see her shoulders sag, relaxing, and she sighs in relief.
A few minutes later, we pull up at the gynecologist I looked up earlier. Penny looks out of the window and reads the sign.
“Why are we here?”
“You’re going to get checked out and get the pill,” I tell her.
“I don’t have health insurance.”
“Yeah, I figured that much.” That’s why I have a wad of cash in my pocket.
“What do you mean, you can’t treat her? I’m paying cash,” I growl at the receptionist.
“It doesn’t matter how you pay the bill. We still need some kind of identification. Driver’s license, social security card, birth certificate, anything like that. We can’t just prescribe her the pill having nothing that proves she is who she says she is.”
“Well, this is bullshit,” I yell, slamming my fist on the counter. Not a head in the waiting area is unturned, and I know I’m making a bigger scene than necessary.Glancing down at Penny, I catch her enormous eyes glued to my face, looking at me apologetically.
“I could go get it,” she whispers, and I see the fear in her eyes when she says it. I’m sure her shit is at a place she’d rather not revisit, but not being able to take her to the doctor is not okay either. I wonder if the doc for the club can examine her and get her the pill, but then I imagine his meaty fingers between her legs and quickly shove that thought away.
“Fine, let’s go,” I say, nodding toward the exit.
Penny glances over to the receptionist and mouthssorrybefore we exit and head back to the truck.
