Fucking-nails-in-my-coffin! I didn’t suit up. I didn’t even think of suiting up. Jesus. What is going on with me?
I hold her hips. “Katie…”
Nothing. If anything, she picks up her speed.
“Fuck, Hunter, you feel even more amazing than I remember. So fucking big inside of me. It feels like you’re going to split me apart. Stretches me so good,” she moans, and Christ Jesus, what the hell am I supposed to do here? I don’t want to stop her.
“Katie, sweetness, we have to stop… We can’t do this.”
“I think we should do it harder,” she moans, then lifts off my cock and slams back down onto it, grinding on me and squeezing my cock so fucking tight, I wouldn’t be surprised if the fucker doesn’t break in half.
“Katie… We’re not protected, sweetness. I didn’t put on a glove,” I tell her, giving one last Hail Mary before I say fuck it and get lost in the Promised Land.
She freezes mid-grind. I want to kick my own ass.
“What?” she asks, her eyes clouded with lust, her voice a mere whisper compared to the noises she was making earlier.
“We forgot the condom, sweetness. We need to stop.”
“Oh my God!” she cries, then practically pulls my dick out of her. She stands up, nearly falling because of her bad leg. I grab hold of her to keep her from slamming back against the tiled wall.
“Will you slow down before you hurt yourself?” I growl. Her reaction isn’t making me happy. I mean, I know we didn’t need to risk it, but damn it all to hell, she’s treating my dick like it has crabs or something. It’s enough to wound a man’s ego.
“What have you done?” she cries, pulling away from my hold and getting out of the tub. She wraps a towel around her, as if to shield her body from me.
I think that’s about enough of that. I stand up too, and when I get in front of her, I’m rather proud of the way my dick is standing out, demanding attention. Demanding her attention.
“I think you’re the one who put my cock inside of you, damn it,” I remind her.
“You told me to!”
“I did not!”
“It was implied! Jesus! If I get knocked up, I will fucking kill you!” she huffs, turning away to march back to the main room.
I march right after her. I’ve been treating Katie with kid gloves. Time to show her how much I like being in charge.
I stop her at the bed when she’s looking around for her clothes. I grab her shoulder and turn her around. It annoys me that I do it carefully because of her leg. She’s treating my dick like public enemy number one; I shouldn’t worry about her hurting, but I do.
“That’s about enough of that,” I grumble.
Katie looks at my dick, then back at me. “Will you put that thing away?”
“You know what I’ve noticed, Katydid?”
“I don’t care! I need to go to a pharmacy. Do they still make a morning after pill?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“Torch! I’m being serious! Get dressed! We need to go!” she cries, trying to pull away from me.
“No, we don’t. First of all, I was barely inside of you, and I sure as hell didn’t come. Second of all, if I do knock you up—as you so sweetly put it—you will not be getting rid of my baby.”
“Oh my God! Are you listening to yourself? We can’t have a kid! Even by accident! I don’t want kids!”
“You… what?” I ask her, totally floored.
“I don’t want kids! Ever! I’m never having kids!”
“Wait. Are you on birth control?”
“Of course I am!”
“Then why the fuck are you freaking out?”
“Because you can get pregnant even on birth control! It’s not a hundred percent!”
“You can get pregnant with a rubber too!” I growl. The fucking woman is making no sense.
“It would be harder! And as cocky as you are, your little swimmers wouldn’t rest ‘til they tried to swim to the right place and then bam! No-fucking-thank-you!” I put my hands on her shoulders and walk her backwards to the bed. She stops when her legs are pressed against it. “What are you doing?”
“That’s easy, sweetness,” I tell her before pushing her back on the bed. She falls ungracefully, bouncing on the mattress. “I’m about to show you just how much harder I can get,” I tell her, then lie down on top of her and pin her to the bed with my body.
“What? No! We have to—”
“Fuck, Katie. We have to fuck. Then, after I’ve fucked you hard and stretched that tight little pussy until my cock is satisfied, I’ll let you suck it because, sweetness, I have to tell you, your mouth is pissing me off. Maybe if you’re choking on my dick, I’ll forget that I’m pissed off, I’ll be nice, and just spank you for pleasure instead of blistering your damned ass.”