Her arms come around me. “Where are you going?”
I kiss her temple. “Just getting a condom.”
“But—I want…”
Sliding my lips across hers, I ask, “Want what?”
Her hand slips between us, taking hold of my erection. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
“No protection?”
She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. Have been for years.”
Ah, yeah.
I take hold of her jaw and kiss her again, harder. I cup the back of her head as I move forward again. She lets her legs fall open and guides my cock to her entrance. I cover her hand with mine and rub the head of my erection over her slit, making sure she’s good and wet, and that I am too.
The way her folds slide around my shaft as I push inside her sends a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. She’s still so fucking tight. I move in by inches, giving her time to adjust to me again.
Once I’m in all the way, I break our kiss.
She asks, “What’s wrong?”
I kiss her jaw and move to her neck. “Nothing’s wrong, Sweets. Everything is just right. Exactly how it’s supposed to be.”
Her arms tighten as my strokes quicken. I roll my hips and her sheath glides around my length. The faster I move, the shorter her breaths get. Mo’s hands move to my ass where she holds tight. I grab her behind her knee and pull her leg up, allowing me to go deeper.
I said I’d ruin her for other men, but she’s ruined me. Her sweet mouth under mine, the sounds she makes as I sink into her body. I kiss her again, as my own breath starts to grow shallow. Every time I plunge inside, her hips rise to meet me, his hands tightening on my ass.
That sound comes from the back of her throat, and I increase my pace. Her scent and her curves wrap around me. I’ll never get enough of Mo, and I’ll never want another. She’s everything I’ve dreamed she’d be for so long.
I thrust again and again, my balls slapping her sweet little asshole. God. She’s so much more than what I anticipated. My body freezes as my heart opens wide, letting all the emotion I’ve had bottled up for this beautiful creature flow through me. The backs of my eyes prickle.
She whispers. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
Her words snap me back to the moment. I slide back inside her. “No, Sweets, nothing’s wrong. Nothing will ever be wrong again.”
I thrust deeper and harder until she pants in my ear. I’m at the edge of paradise, but I hold back until she can fall with me.
Soon, she’s yanking me to her as fast as I pull away. She’s killing me.
“Fuck. I’m going to come.”
“God, yes, please. Please, deep—come deep inside.”
I slam into her again and again, still holding back. Her cunt clenches tight on my cock, and that’s it. I can’t wait any longer. I throw my head back and thrust so hard my bones seem to knock against hers. She grabs me around the waist, arches her back. Her tits press against me, and she lets out this noise—a cry and a whimper at the same time.
Fuck, that’s hot. And I’m gone. My cock spasms as her pussy convulses around me. My cum floods her, and I push deeper still. Her body milks mine until I don’t have a drop left.
I collapse on top of her.
Our breathing is heavy and we’re both a little sweaty, but it’s fucking awesome. I rise and push the hair out of her face. “You okay?”
Her mouth is swollen from my kisses. She nods and her eyes soften just before she closes them.
I push deeper into her body, not wanting this to end. I nuzzle her neck and kiss the place her pulse thrums, sucking a bit. “You’re beautiful.”
She catches her breath and holds it for a second or two, and then she lets it out slowly. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
My gut sinks. Does she think she’s just one of the girls?
How many have there been? Countless. None of them have ever made me feel the things Mo does. Not one. Not even close.
I kiss her softly. “Not after. Only you.”
She pushes at my arms. “After sex? You only tell them they’re beautiful before sex?”
“No one will ever be beautiful again, not after you. Only you.”
She rolls to the side, away from me. “You need to go, Danny. You got what you wanted. We agreed to keep this real. Please lock up on your way out.”
Mo closes the door before I can pull an answer from the jumble of protests bottlenecking in my throat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
And double FUCK.
I lean against the bathroom door and don’t come out until the front door clicks into place.
This madness has to stop. Danny loves my body as though he loves me, and I don’t know if my heart can tell the difference. The problem is, when he comes back again, I won’t be able to turn him down. There’s no way.