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“Yeah,” she admitted. “We shouldn’t.”
I finished tearing the condom out of the package and pressed the piece of latex to my cock head.
She moaned long and loud as my knuckles bumped against her pussy as I rolled the condom down over me.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I was covering myself or touching her.
Both reasons really did me in.
“I want to,” I said after I got it fully on. “God, how I want to. But until we’re sure…”
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to be sure about.
The fact that I wanted my kid to be growing inside of Harleigh, or the fact that we were still so new?
Hell, I didn’t know. Not one bit.
But I did know that even with the condom on, I could feel her heat like a beacon.
The feeling shot straight to my balls.
“I’m not so sure I’m going to be able to last long,” I said as I trailed my fingers through her wetness.
I gathered it onto my fingers, circling her entrance twice until I was fully coated, and then drug it up through the soft lips of her sex, stopping once I got to her clit.
She arched up when I made brief contact, then growled.
“I don’t need you to last forever, I need you to get inside of me already,” she snapped.
Testy.
Grinning, I circled her all over again, paying particular mind not to touch her clit, and drive her just a little bit wilder.
“We have to be downstairs in fifteen minutes,” she cried out, body straining toward me.
I took pity on her.
And when I sank inside, I was a little bit disappointed.
Not because she didn’t feel great, because she did, but because I had the condom on, dulling the effects of what she made me feel.
Her body arched, taking away my momentary lapse in judgment.
Pulling all the way out, I slammed back inside, over and over again.
That was when it really started to feel good.
So good, in fact, that my eyes closed, and I forgot to focus on her.
Instead, I started chasing my own orgasm.
The pulse of her pussy tightening and loosening around my cock had me so entranced that when it started to change, when she started to tighten even further, my eyes slammed open.
When they found her face, that was when I saw that she was coming.
Of course, she would’ve felt different.
But God, I’d been so focused on how I was feeling that I didn’t even think to ask if she was close.
And now that she was coming all around me? It only made me hotter.
My thrusts got rougher. My hands clenched on her hips, likely bruising.
My cock hit the end of her, causing her to cry out—but I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or in pleasure.
I didn’t stop, though.
She didn’t either.
Her body arched, her nipples tightened into little peaks, and her voice rang out through the quiet room.
And then I started to come.
In great, long bursts. One shot of my release after another left me, coating her insides…
“Fuck,” I cried out, just now noticing just how good it felt. How good it shouldn’t have felt.
Pulling out, my last jet of cum shot against her clit, causing her to gasp and shiver.
That was when I looked down at the torn condom. The end of it was still securely around my cock, but the rest of it? It was torn and hanging on by a thread.
“Shit,” I said as I ripped the useless piece of latex off my cock.
Harleigh’s eyes flew open and she took in the scene.
“Uh-oh.”
Amusement flooded my eyes as I glanced up at her.
“Uh-oh?” I teased. “That’s all you have to say?”
She shrugged. “What is there to say? I mean…uh-oh seems pretty perfect for right now.”
She was right. It did, indeed, seem perfect.
And so was she.
“Sometimes, Slate, you have to move past the fear, or you’ll never live again. Sometimes, you have to ride that fear and hope it doesn’t kill you the next time death sneaks up on you.”
My brother-in-law’s words from earlier in the day—the moment he caught me staring at Harleigh as if she was mine and calling me on it—rushed through my head.
I hadn’t been with Harleigh long. Days, really.
But ever since the first time I saw her in prison, I knew that she was something special. Something that I wanted to be mine.
Something that I would love to have as mine forever.
And the more time I spent with her, the more I realized that I did want that with her—forever.
I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to wake up with her in the morning for the rest of my life.
The last two days of having her in my bed when I woke up was something that I hadn’t realized I’d wanted.
And as I watched her now, seeing her look sleepy and sated in my bed, I knew that I’d be choosing the selfish way out.
