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Madix
“I’m a big guy, Dahlia. What did you think I would have?” I had to ask. I would have thought it was obvious, but she genuinely looked surprised. Sure, it was an ego boost, but it also made me a bit worried that she would say no or run out the door.
“I wanted to get barstools,” she whimpered, holding me tighter. I jerked at the change in subject, tilting my chin down so I could see her better. “I won’t be able to have them now because all that’ll happen when I sit on one is that I’ll slide down it. Then I’ll have to go to the doctor to get it removed. Do you know how embarrassing that’ll be? And how expensive? I don’t even know what the going rate for vaginal furniture removal is.”
My shoulders started to shake when I realized what she was saying. “Baby,” I gasped through the laughter. “You’re not going to inhale furniture when you sit on it.”
She glared up at me, making me laugh harder. “How do you know? Have you ever shoved an oversized eggplant up your ass and then sat on a barstool?”
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing, tipping my head back to roar at the ceiling. Fuck me, it felt good to just be able to release it. I hadn’t laughed this hard since I was a teenager, mostly because life hadn’t given me much to laugh about. Then along came Dahlia, a bundle of beauty, surrounded by complete calamity. My strictly organized life was now all jumbled up, and I really, really, liked it more each day.
Reaching for the condom I’d brought into the shower with me, because I wasn’t born stupid, I started to tear it open.
“Oh, thank you, Jesus,” she muttered, twisting her head to look at what I was doing.
Chuckling, I stopped removing the rubber from the packaging. “I was a boy scout,” I lied out of my ass.
Squinting, she watched as I resumed removing it from the foil and rolled it on my dick.
“You’re lying,” she informed me, leaving no doubts to how certain she was about that with her tone. Shrugging, I continued to roll it down. “Would you not be more comfortable using a plastic bag?” she asked, just as I finished the job.
“They have holes in them so you don’t suffocate.”
“Is that what they’re for?” she turned away from me, mulling it over as she picked up a bar of soap that had fallen onto the ground at some point. “I always thought it was in case something broke open. That way it would leak out the holes and wouldn’t get things drenched in whatever it was. Huh, the suffocation thing makes sense.”
I could tell that she was rambling because she was nervous, so I bent over and placed little kisses down her spine, rubbing my hand slowly up her side.
“If you want to stop, we don’t have to do this.” I was a man of my word. I hated that it might mean that I lose this opportunity tonight, and my cock was cursing me, but I didn’t want to ruin what was we had and what I hoped we’d keep building on. She had the ultimate say on what happened, regardless.
“You’ve got to be out of your ever-loving mind,” she snapped, turning her head to face me as she waggled her ass. “If you pull the gentleman bullshit card and walk out of here, I’ll shave your eyebrows off.”
Raising the aforementioned, and now offended, facial hair, I gave her a look that left her with no doubt about what I really wanted to do.
“At least you didn’t threaten my beard,” I muttered, reaching forward and skimming my index finger back through her soft, wet center, making her twitch.
“Shit, that feels good,” she groaned as my finger slowly slid into her. Bringing it back out again, I pushed and retreated a couple more times before introducing my middle finger too.
Once her legs started to shake slightly and I could see her knuckles turning white as she fisted her hands on the bench, I pulled my fingers out and fisted my cock, leading it into her. Just placing the tip inside her made my head feel like it was going to explode. She was so tight and warm, and the perfect fit around me. Well, the perfect fit around the inch I had inside her at that moment anyway.
I didn’t want to hurt her, but because we were both wet I was worried about her slipping on the tile floor of the shower, so I wrapped my hands around her hips and held her in place as I pushed forward again. With each back and forth, I gained ground, until half of me was inside her. Pausing, I leaned over and rested my forehead on her back and tried to catch my breath. It was just too good, and no guy ever wanted to be known as a two-pump chump which is what I was in danger of becoming if I wasn’t careful.
