I’m not wearing a condom, but I’m so far gone, I can’t bring myself to stop.
I’ll just have to remember to pull out—like I did that first time we were together.
Christ, everything about this moment is far too reminiscent of that night.
It’s wrong how badly I’m chasing the high, addicted to the charged pleasure Aisling’s touch excites in me.
I’m a sick, fickle, unfaithful bastard—to be losing my mind over a woman when my wife is not yet cold in the ground.
But I can’t stop thinking about our history together—me and Aisling—those few smoking-hot nights of sex that, admittedly, were some of the best I’ve ever had.
They snuff out all the wicked pleasure I chased from random women at the club, torching any desire I had for meaningless pussy.
I can’t even remember what it felt like to bury myself between Genevieve’s sweet thighs now that I’m laying claim to Aisling once more.
We pant together, our mingled breaths hot and heavy as we share oxygen between starving kisses.
My lips only leave hers long enough to trail a wicked path up the curve of her throat until my teeth graze the shell of her ear.
Aisling whimpers in response, her hips grinding forward against me as her walls clench around my cock.
I drive inside her, rolling my hips when I feel her teetering on the brink of release.
“Come for me,dolce,” I growl against the curve of her jaw, then I smother her lips with mine, swallowing the cry of pleasure that erupts from her as she obeys me without hesitation.
God, but I love how responsive she is. Aisling might like to play at being defiant, but she loses her mind when I take control of her pleasure—when I tell her what to do.
And as she falls apart on my cock, her juices gushing around me until her thighs are slick with excitement, stars explode behind my eyelids.
Her pussy grips my hard length like a vise, the force with which she milks me nearly sending me right over the edge along with her.
But I can’t lose it now—I can’t come inside her.
And I’m not ready for this night to end.
Raking in ragged breaths, I pause inside Aisling’s hot, wet channel, biting the inside of my cheek to ride out the rippling ecstasy of her orgasm.
It’s all I can do to stop myself from shooting my load.
I should not be tempting fate when it’s been days since I’ve jerked off.
But I refuse to give in to the overwhelming need to fill her with my seed deep.
Her breathy mewls of pleasure trigger shivers up my spine, and I shudder violently as the sweet sound rocks me to my core.
“We—” she pants, her head falling back against the wall with a thunk. “We should take this somewhere less… conspicuous.”
Probably, though I’m not sure I could stop what we’re doing even if someone walked in on us right now.
Just the thought of removing my cock from Aisling’s glorious cunt makes me growl low in my throat.
But rather than object, I simply adjust my grip on her hips, winding one arm around her waist to firmly secure my cock inside her.
“Alright,” I rasp. Then I shuffle toward the hall.
Aisling clings to me, a snicker ripping from her as I stumble over the pants trapped around my ankles.
Then she gasps as we slam into the sturdy wood of the door, my cock thrusting deep as I fall into her.
