I didn't need to be told twice.
I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, faster, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our combined moans and groans.
"Fuck, this pussy is so good," I growled, my control slipping. "You feel so fucking good, Juicy."
"Don't stop," she begged, her nails raking down my back. "Please don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping.
I fucked her until she came apart beneath me—screaming my name, her pussy clenching around my dick so tight I thought I'd lose my mind.
"Shit," I grunted, feeling my own release building. "Where you want it?"
"Inside," she gasped. "I'm on birth control."
That was all I needed to hear.
With one final, deep thrust, I came—emptying myself inside her, marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.
We collapsed together, sweaty and spent, our bodies still joined.
The only sounds in the room were our breathing, still heavy and trying to regulate. The hum from the AC, wafted cool air throughout the room. I was on my back now, one arm tucked behind my head, staring at the popcorn on the ceiling.
Synthia was curled up beside me, her head resting on my chest, her hand splayed across my stomach. She was playing with the ridges of my six pack, trailing her fingers down the muscles and tracing them. Her hair was damp, causing her roots to appear puffy.
I could feel her heartbeat against my ribs. It was still beating fast, but gradually pumping slowly, syncing with mine in a beat that felt weird to me.
Odd.
Intimate.
“Juicy.” I spoke up, breaking the silence.
“Hmph,” she responded, with her neck craned to glance up at me.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” Her voice was small and muffled against my chest.
“You sure? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
I turned my gaze away from the ceiling to meet her eyes. They were soft and unguarded in a way I hadn’t seen them before. Hervirginity was a serious matter and I didn’t want to do too much or take shit overboard.
“You were perfect. I mean…it hurt. Nothing like the movies, that’s for sure,” she giggled, getting a low chuckle out of me. “Then it felt…” She trailed off, her cheeks turning into a rose color.
“Felt what Juicy?” I prompted out of curiosity.
“Good, really good,” she admitted, followed by a low moan. Then she ducked her head back down, like she was embarrassed by her confession. “Romelo, I can still feel you inside of me.”
I grinned again. “You’ll get used to it, eventually.”
“I can’t believe I finally did it,” she muttered, barely above a whisper.
“You make it sound like it’s a problem. I beat that pussy up in more ways than one,” I teased her.
“No, it’s a problem, it’s just… you. That’s the only problem, it wasyou.”
I frowned, not understanding her statement. “Whatchu’ mean?”
