Page 51 of The Fool


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He didn’t stop until he saw a look in my eyes, and then he released me.

I gasped for breath, then smiled.

Something flared in his eyes, and the control he was giving me snapped.

He fucked my face.

There was no other word for it.

In and out. Deep enough that I’d gag. But never so long that I started to panic.

He read me like a freakin’ book, taking what he wanted, but always ensuring that I was happy and okay the entire way.

By the time he cursed and yanked me off of him by my hair, I was a panting, squirming mess. And he was… broken.

One second, I was on my back, expecting him to crawl between my legs and take me like we both wanted. And the next he was flipping me over by taking my foot and twisting me so fast that a startled squeak fell out of me.

He climbed behind me, yanking me exactly where he wanted me, ass in the air with my legs spread wide… and then he was sinking inside of me. No preamble. No getting ready. Just one solid, long thrust until he was buried to the hilt.

There were no niceties. This was a frantic fucking he gave me.

Rough, long thrusts of his cock deep into my wet pussy.

The obscene sound of my sex being penetrated by his cock filled the air, as well as the slaps of his hips meeting my ass.

Even the swinging of his balls added to the sound waves.

Slap. Slap. Slurp. Slurp.

I cried out, feeling something huge coming on, and wondered how in the hell I was going to survive what was about to happen to me.

Then he cursed, coming to a complete stand still, and I wailed out a protest.

“Nooo!” I whined.

“Condom,” he breathed out, his hands clenching so hard on my ass that I bet there’d be bruises tomorrow. Each fucking finger would be imprinted into my ass cheeks.

I moaned. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I was tempted.

Oh, boy was I tempted.

But I didn’t think I was in the place right now to be having a pregnancy scare.

“Get one,” I pleaded. “God, get one.”

His fingers dug in just a little bit harder, and then he said, “Don’t have any.”

I mewled.

Then, before I could stop myself, I was grinding back against him.

“Shit,” he cursed, staying still.

But I didn’t stop the grinding.

Couldn’t.

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