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His brow wrinkled. “What?”

“I need to get protection,” I whispered. “In case we uhhm--”

“I’ve been clipped,” he said.

“Huh?”

He pointed at his crotch and then made the scissor finger gesture. “Vasectomy. I’ve had a vasectomy.”

I stole a quick look at him while he flipped switches and made adjustments. He was as handsome of a man as I had ever seen, and his confidence made him seem even more so. Feeling compelled to make my point, I pried my eyes away from his cute butt and cleared my throat.

“I’m on the pill, but that doesn’t mean we do it without protection. If we do it. I’m not saying we will, because we probably won’t. Not tonight. But, if it ends up that we do, I just think--”

He started the motorcycle when I was mid-sentence and began revving the engine. The high-pitched sound of the exhaust was impossible to speak over.

I couldn’t decide if he was an asshole, or just acted like one. Either way, I guessed, would produce the same result.

I could forego the asshole in him for one night.

And, regardless of what he said or I thought, I was sure that was as far as it would go.

TWO

Smokey

After passing eighteen of her twenty get to know me questions, we sat around and shot the shit for an hour and a half. As much as normally hated the question-answer bullshit, I enjoyed our talk immensely. Then, about the time I was ready to call it a night and ride off into the sunset, she reminded me of my earlier offer to fuck her.

I’d never been one to deny a woman of her carnal desires, and I wasn’t about to start with Sandy.

We’d been fucking on and off for over an hour, and she’d reached a point that she could barely stand. Naked, and leaning against the kitchen island with a bottle of water in her hand, she gazed down at the floor and struggled to catch her breath.

Standing on the other side of the counter, I admired her body, long blonde hair, and ability to take a stiff cock like a paid professional. Most women would have begged me to stop after thirty minutes. Her willingness – and ability – to go an hour without complaint was pretty god damned impressive.

After several short choppy breaths, she looked up. “So…is this…what you…do?”

“No,” I said matter-of-factly, struggling to keep a straight face. “I normally don’t take breaks. But you looked like you were gonna have a fucking heart attack.”

She coughed out a laugh. “No…I meant…” She paused, looked at the ceiling, and then met my gaze. “Jesus…I can’t…I meant…the fucking. Is this normal?”

Typically, I didn’t get confused about anything, but she was doing a good job of changing that.

I looked her up one side and down the other. “What in the fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you always fuck like this?”

I wrinkled my nose and stared. “Like what?”

She shrugged. “Hard?”

“I only fuck one way.” I said. “If you don’t like it...”

“No.” She grinned. “I like it. A lot.”

I’d given her every inch of dick I owned, and I’d given it to her pretty good. If she was smiling afterward, we were far from done. I needed her to fully understand just what it was that I’d expect of her if she decided to give me another whirl sometime.

“Good.” I stepped back and stroked my cock a few times. “You ready?”

Her eyes fell to my crotch, stared for a moment, and then raised slowly. “For?”