She was on me in a second, throwing herself into my arms.
I caught her, twisted, then had her back pinned to the wall in half a breath.
Her leggings and panties were the next thing to go. My cock pulsed.
Pushing inside of her in the next instant, I forgot how to breathe.
I pounded inside of her, my mind a fucking mess, as I took solace in her body.
She wrapped her legs around me, her hips lifting, and she cried out in my ear.
She’d come.
Thank fucking God.
I let myself go, unable to hold on any longer.
It was rough, raw, and everything I needed in that moment.
I sat up onto my knees, breath sawing in and out of my lungs.
She collapsed back onto the bed, and I pulled out of her.
She hissed.
“Son of a…”
I paused, cock just kissing her pussy. “What?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “You pulled out and it felt like…”
She looked down between us.
I did, too, expecting to see blood or something due to the roughness of our encounter.
But we got neither.
“What is that?” I found myself asking.
She licked her lips. “Pretty sure that’s my IUD.”
I squeezed her hips. “Shit.”
“What do we do?” I asked.
She plucked the IUD off my piercing and held it up to inspect it.
A drop of cum splashed onto her breasts.
I shouldn’t have found that hot, but I did.
“Guess we’ll worry about that later.”
“What about pregnancy?” I found myself asking.
She leaned forward and cupped my cheek with her clean hand.
“There’s nothing in this world I would be more proud of than carrying your baby,” she said. “But tomorrow, I’ll make an appointment in Bozeman. No offense, but I don’t want your friends placing an IUD in me.”
