I curse under my breath and grasp her chin, kissing her again. It’s harder this time, letting her know just how badly I crave her at this moment. She gasps into my mouth, digging her nails into my shoulders, through my jacket, and I have to force myself to keep a lid on the desperation clawing through me before I nut and end his for both of us.
“Oh, love. You feel fucking incredible,” I growl, my voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.
Her whole body shivers on top of my cock.
“Say that again,” she begs. “Please… say it again.”
I brush my lips along her jaw. “You feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”
Her breath stutters. She whines, eyes closing shut.
I curl a hand at her waist to hold her steady. “Look at me,” I demand.
She snaps open her eyes and I peer into them. They’re wide, glassy, almost afraid of how much she wants this.
Wantsme.
“That’s it,” I say, encouraging her, panting softly as she squeezes me again. “Just like that.”
When she pulls me closer, a soft, desperate sound catching in her throat as she throws her head back, I nearly lose it. I cage her in my arms, not trapping her, simply keeping her upright, keeping her with me before she slides off my lap.
She grits her teeth, and I know exactly why she has.
“Uh-uh, love. You don’t have to be quiet with me,” I tell her. “You can let go.”
She shakes her head, breathless. “You don’t understand. This feels—” Her fingers tremble at the back of my neck. “Youfeel… I didn’t know it could… fuck me.”
“I’m happy to,” I rasp. “You got me, love? You let me make you forget all about him.”
Did she hear me? Maybe, or maybe her last bounce felt even better than the one before it because she tosses her head back again and, this time, she moans so loudly, it echoes around the stall.
At the same moment, she shudders on top of me, her body tightening in my hands before she slumps forward, clinging to me as her soft breaths hit my ear. The way her body clenched as she climaxed… I’m not that far behind her.
So I stand up. I don’t even think she realized that I moved until I’m on my feet, jeans down by my knees, holding her ass cheeks as I buck into her. She gasps as I resume the fucking, giving her everything I have… and when my sac tightens, my body getting ready to blow, I give her that, too.
I should’ve pulled out. Coming inside of her like that… that was a mistake. I know better. The last thing I need is someone showing up at Maman and Dad’s, telling my folks that I knocked them up. Of all the fucked-up things I’ve done, I’ve never had to deal with paying off the mother of my kid or bribing her to get an abortion. Oh, no. That’s all Alexandre, and if there’s one thing I managed not to screw up, it’s that.
All of the Used I fuck are on birth control. I keep a condom in my wallet for occasions like this. I haven’t forgotten to wrap up since I was eighteen and my girl at the time had a pregnancy scare. It was too risky for a Reynolds, and I forgot that when this woman turned her sad brown eyes on me.
Great. Fucking great.
She seems to think the same thing. She scrabbles down, climbing out of my arms, dropping down to the floor. Her hand goes right between her legs, face paling when she dip her fingers inside, pulling out the evidence of just how bad I wanted her.
“Love—”
She shakes her head. “It’s fine. I… don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”
I nod. Of course. If she’s in the habit of banging strangers, she’s probably very familiar with Plan B. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have?—”
“No. Don’t apologize. Tonight… you gave me everything I needed. Thank you.”
Huh. That ‘thank you’ sounds suspiciously like a goodbye.
Too bad I’m not ready to see her go just yet.
I wait until she’s gathered up her jeans, stabbing her legs into one side, then the other. Mostly dressed, I follow her lead, pulling my own jeans up over my ass, tucking my spent cock back into my underwear.
Only then do I reach out, tilting her chin up. “Come home with me.”
