Page 63 of The Love Penalty
My legs wrap around his hips as he lines himself up, then parts my folds with his smooth head.
I groan again, the pleasure enough to blind me as he adjusts position and eases himself all the way inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he moans against my neck. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.” I fist the back of his hair with one hand and grip his shoulder with another as he starts pumping.
It’s hot and frenetic, our moans blending into one as we get caught in this moment of pure passion.
My body is getting the release it so desperately needed, and I can barely think straight as he plunges into me again, filling me all the way with his naked dick.
Oh shit.
My eyes pop open.
His naked dick.
I blink, going stiff for a second.
He notices immediately and stops, our puffing breaths mingling together as we stare at each other.
“You okay? Do you need me to stop?” He starts pulling out of me, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders to stop him.
“You’re not wrapped,” I manage.
He gapes at me, shock coursing across his face before he winces. “Fuck. Sorry. Got caught in the moment and?—”
“No, it’s okay, just… don’t get me pregnant,” I warn him. “I will kill you if you get me pregnant.”
He goes to leave me, but I pinch his shoulders again, moving my hips and forcing him to stay.
“What are you…?” He frowns at me.
I bite my lip, unable to explain myself. A logical woman would be demanding he get out immediately, but the thought of him leaving is abhorrent. He feels so damn good right now.
He sighs. “Baby, I don’t want to get you pregnant, and I swear I’m clean, but…” His voice trails off like he can’t bring himself to a place of rationality either.
I didn’t even think about that whole clean thing and nod my appreciation. “Me too.”
We keep staring at each other, puffing the same air as we try to figure out what to do.
“I should… get a condom, right?” His voice is strangled, and he obviously can’t help but move his hips a little.
I stifle a groan as that one gentle thrust sends a wave of pleasure through me. “Do you have one?”
He lets me go enough to pat his pockets, then nods.
I nod, too, but now my impatient body is moving. My muscles are humming, my V-jay unable to control itself as I sink my hips down on his shaft.
His breath catches. “You do that a few more times and I’m gonna come before I can get that condom on.”
“The thought of you leaving me is a killer,” I finally admit.
“It’ll only be for a second.” His voice breaks over the last word as I pump my hips again and create that friction. “Fuck, woman. What you do to me.” He shakes his head, gripping my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh, a perfect pressure that gives away the effect I’m having on him.
A soft laugh whistles through me, shaking my belly as I grind my hips again and he lets out a whimper.
His breath is ragged as he lifts me a little higher, ready to exit the building, but my insane body fights him, creating a few quick thrusts of friction before he’s gasping and whipping out of me like I’ve burned him.