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“Look at you,” I say, finding the bulge of his dick through his underwear and stroking it with a heavy finger. “Humping me like a good little whore. Do you want to fuck yourself on my dick?”
“You’re such an asshole,” he groans, but he doesn’t stop, and his moans are getting louder and more erratic.
“You gonna come, baby? Because you’ve done got me worked up, and I want that hole.”
His eyes flash with desire, and then he’s pushing up on his knees and losing his boxers, shoving mine down with a skillful impatience only my brat could have.
“Fuck me to an orgasm. I need to come with you inside me.”
A tight heat surrounds my cock, and it’s a piece of absolute heaven as Shiloh gets himself fully seated. There’s a pinch of discomfort on his face, but before I can ask he’s riding me like it’s his job.
Like he’s a trained whore who needs every inch of dick he can get.
His fingers dig into my pecs and his hips slap against mine, and I hold his thighs like an anchor while he drives himself towards the cliff of release.
When he gets there, when he angles my dick just right to some spot inside him that sets off his pleasure, he cries out a broken sob that almost sends me over with him. His hole tightens and pulses, milking my dick for my last shred of self control.
I’m not ready to be done with him yet.
As shudders roll through him, I drag him down by the back of his neck and draw his lips to mine. Every gasp, grunt, and whimper is swallowed by my mouth as I make gentle thrusts into him, easing him back into the throws of sex.
He slowly starts lifting himself up again, breaking the kiss to look between our bodies and see me disappearing inside his wetness over and over.
He moans, but as we both watch me fucking him, something starts to feel off. It’s good. So fucking good to be like this with him. Almost too good.
Oh shit.
I grip his hips with heavy fingers, stilling him and making him whine.
“Stop, sweetheart. Get off.”
He furrows his brow and shakes his head, grinding down on my dick like he’s begging me to come.
“Shiloh. I’m not wearing a condom. We forgot.”
“I don’t care.”
That is alarming. Excessive horniness I can handle, but reckless sex and breaking rules that we both set in place? That’s unacceptable.
“Yes you do.” I smack the back of his thigh as hard as I can in this position, searching for that spark of pain in his eyes where he knows I’m right but still wants to fight me.
It isn’t there. He winces but keeps trying to wiggle on my dick. I smack his other thigh and watch tears spring to his eyes that he hastily wipes away.
We aren’t playing.
“Condoms are your rule. You were very clear about that.”
“Well, I changed my mind.” He shrugs. “Fill me. One time won’t hurt anything.”
Shiloh and a sense of reason don’t appear to be friends today, so I take a deep breath and wait. Every time he tries to move, I hold him still. When I’m too soft for him to fuck himself on—because I can’t stay hard worrying about him like this—he smacks his hands on my chest and curses.
“Look at me, Shiloh.”
He doesn’t, and I lift my fingers to his chin and tip it up towards me.
“How are you going to feel if we do this and you get pregnant? There’s the morning after pill, sure. But think about it for a second. If I get you pregnant, how does that feel?”
Slowly, his eyes lose their haziness. They drop from my face as he squeezes them tight. His face scrunches, and the tears he’d scrubbed away fall down his cheeks.
