I pulled out, leaving my cockhead just nudging herslit.
“You want this,babe?”
“Yeah. Yeah…” she moaned, clutching atme.
But I held it back, just out ofreach.
“Then no otherdick.”
Her gaze snapped to focus, meeting mine. “What?” shegasped.
“You want this dick,” I said, sliding back into her, “no oneelse.”
“Uh…” She seemed to be scraping her thoughts together. “You… you want me to be… uh… exclusive with you? Like… exclusively fuckingyou?”
“Yeah,that.”
“Oh…”
Didn’t love that response. I pulled out again, almost all the way. “That aproblem?”
“No… No. I haven’t been…anyway…”
Goodgirl.
I slammed back intoher.
“Fuck,Jude…”
“No oneelse?”
“No one else,” she breathed. “Since webecame…”
“Good.” I took her hands, pushed them into the pillows above her head, and increased the power of my thrusts. The bullshit on my back had fully healed by now, and I was planning on making up for any previous lack in performance. “You feelthat?”
“Yeah…”
“Get used to it. ’Cause that’s what you’re gettin’ from nowon…”
And that’s what she got, until she came beneath me,screaming.
Then I slowed it down and built it right back up until she cameagain.
Then I did it a few more times, because witnessing Roni Webber losing it like that was a thing of fuckingbeauty.
So beautiful… she finally took me down withher.
* * *
Iwas gradually gettingthe feeling back in my extremities as I laid back on the bed, sweat-drenched and pretty much panting, watching her gather her lingerie off the floor and slide it backon.
Then I realized what time itwas.
“Shit…” How did this girl always make me lose track of time? It was like every clock in the world—including the one in my head—ceased ticking the moment I was in a room withher.
“What?” Roni stood in the middle of my bedroom in her panties and bra, doing up the bra behind her back, her hair falling over one shoulder. Black hair, pale skin, blacklingerie.
Fuckingperfection.
