And I did, I had no choice—she slid her tongue across my lips and my entire world narrowed to only her, the heat of her soft body sliding against mine, her taste, and the citrusy scent of her perfume. Mine. I wanted to scream it out loud, to claim her so everyone would know she was my woman.
All sense of control was done, gone. I needed to be in her, thrusting deep into her core and I needed it now. Flipping her over with hands on either side of her shoulders, I smiled into her surprised face. “I need you bad. It has to be now.”
As I slid my cock against her pebbled clit she shuddered and moaned. Fuck yeah. Is there anything more satisfying than pleasing your woman? I think not.
Over four months since we’d been together, but my body remembered hers like it found its missing half. My cock slid into her hot, wet pussy, and she tightened her muscles drawing me further into her hot channel. It took all my concentration not to blow my load. Oh yeah. All was right in the world. Heaven. I tried to hold on, to make it last but it’d been too long since I’d felt the wet heat of her. I was fighting a losing battle.
Hot, quivering, welcoming. I trust into her slowly, teasing her clit with my fingers as I slid in and out of her heat. I wanted her to come first, I needed to feel her body quake as she came, and her muscles clench and milk my cock.
As I slid my cock over her G-spot, her eyes closed and her face flushed. Her hands were clenched into fists clutching the sheets. The muscles in her neck strained and I realized the little tease was holding back, well I’d fix her.
Pulling her legs around my hips, I tilted her ass and pounded faster with each thrust. Her moans drove me crazy, and as her spasms started she arched against me, meeting my thrusts. My control was shot and I clenched my ass so tight the muscles burned, but it helped my control.
“Oh my fuckin’ God…”
Her juices gushed over my dick and I exploded, shooting my load into her hot quivering pussy and screaming her name. Holy Fuck. Leaning my forehead against hers and trying to catch my breath, I smiled into her flushed face—the face of a wellfucked woman—and we weren’t done yet. But I needed recovery time.
Dropping a kiss on her lips and rolling to my back, I stared at the ceiling and then it fuckin’ hit me. “God damn. Fuck.”
“Geesh. I’m so glad you had a good time,” she said sarcastically.
“I did. But umm you notice something missing?”
She had a puzzled expression on her face. How could she not realize? Did she usually have sex without protection?
“No rubber, babe. I totally forgot.”
“Oh, no worries. I mean you’re clean right?”
I nodded. I got tested last year after I realized Ashley, my bitch ex, slept with anything with a cock. Even though we hadn’t been together in almost three years I figured it didn’t hurt to check.
So I was clean, but what about Michelle? And did I just get her prego? I never bothered to ask her about any other guys, it didn’t matter since we sort of fuckin’ clicked from the moment I saw her. At least untilnow when Ashley had to fuckin’ show up in my head. The cheating cunt. I’d trusted her but she’d not only burned me, she’d fuckin’ lit me on fire.
“Well then no worries.”
“Are you sure? And what about a baby? I’m sure as hell not ready for that shit yet.”
“Yes, I’m clean. I don’t fuck anything that walks you know. Fuck you. I can’t believe…”
“Hey, relax. I didn’t mean it that way.” But I had. I didn’t want to think she’d fucked around, but I was gone for four months, and thoughts of Ashley’s betrayal wouldn’t go away.
“You think I cheated on you?”
“No, ahh…not really. I don’t know. Fuck me. I’m worried about getting you pregnant.” Goddammit, way to go asshole. I swear I could fuck up a wet dream sometimes. How the hell did we get onto this shit?
Chapter Seven
Michelle…
Did he actually think I’d fuckin’ cheat on him? What the hell? I swear men ruin just about every damn thing. Two seconds ago I had one of the best orgasms ever, now I all I could think about was hitting him over the head with the lamp by the bed.
“Let me get this straight...” As I sat up and pulled the sheet over me. “You’re worried I cheated on you and I might get pregnant?”
“Damn it. Chill will you? I’m dead on my feet, and I’m fucking this up. Can we start over?”
“I don’t know. Can we?” If I was a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of my ears. The expression “seeing red,” I was all over that.
“Baby,” he said as he reached for me.
