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Saint
Tuesday Evening - June 14
“Your acting skills were on par today,” I tell Haisley as I run my hand down her arm. We are lying in bed, the sheets wrapped around us, and I am tracing every inch of her naked skin as she curls into me.
“Yours were too,” she replies as she arches into me. My cock goes hard instantly, and I flip her onto her back. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her sweet pussy.
“That an invitation, Ms. Meyers?” I tease as I suck a nipple into my mouth. Haisley moans, her head tilts back, her eyes close as I release it and pull the other one into my mouth. “So responsive to me.”
I slide my hand between her legs and run my finger through her already wet slit.
“Always fucking ready for me,” I growl against her stomach as I slip a finger into her pussy. I’ve already fucked her twice tonight, and I’m not even sure I have the stamina to go again, but my dick is a traitor.
I pump my finger into her tightness, spreading her wetness onto her clit with my thumb. I circle the sensitive nerve, as I thrust my fingers into her. She’s always so responsive, so aroused. I pump in and out, pulling her to the edge of her orgasm. My dick strains against my pelvis as her moans fill the room.
I pull my fingers out just as her body starts to tighten around them. “You’re going to come with me buried deep inside of your warm pussy,” I groan as I thrust my dick into her. “Jesus, you’re tight,” I moan matching hers.
“Saint...fuck...feels...good,” she whimpers in between thrusts. The sensations are different, more intense as I pound into her relentlessly. My hands grip her thighs, my fingers digging into her flesh as I focus on nothing but the gasps and moans coming from her lips. My name falls from her mouth as my orgasm takes over. I grunt and thrust my load into her, coming harder than I thought possible.
I collapse on top of her, rolling to the side so as not to hurt her. “You have a voodoo pussy or something,” I say placing a kiss on her lips, as I pull out of her to take care of the condom.
I look down and realize I forgot the fucking condom. “Shit. Fuck.”
“What’s wrong, Saint?” Haisley sits up and runs her hand over my back.
I turn around and look at her. We haven’t had this conversation yet. We’ve been using protection for weeks. “I forgot the condom.” I shake my head; my hands cover my face. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t even think, I was in the moment and...I’m so fucking stupid!”
Haisley laughs. “Saint, calm down. I’m on the pill. Not the way I wanted this conversation to happen, but here we are.” She pulls me into her embrace, and I rest my head on her shoulder.
“I swear I didn’t mean to do that, not intentionally. I’m clean. That honestly, was the only time I've ever done that,” I mutter as she rubs my back.
“I trust you,” she whispers as I turn my face to meet hers. I lift my head off her shoulder and kiss her. “I’m clean too. Was tested after Drake, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I smile when I hear that and pull her to me again, crushing my lips to hers. I feel like I won the fucking lottery with her. “Does this mean we can go without?” I ask as I pull away from her lips.
“Let’s discuss that in the morning. I’m tired and exhausted for some reason,” she replies as she situates herself in the bed. She’s lying on her side facing away from me. I quickly clean myself and lay next to her, pulling her close to me. She’s already asleep by the time I turn off the light.
I never want this feeling to end.
***
Thursday - June 16
I’m sitting at my desk looking over the paperwork for the upcoming race. INDY changed the requirements this year, and I’m reviewing to see if we are within legality.
“Do you have Haisley’s specs?” Bud asks as he stands in my doorframe.
“They’ve been loaded into the shared drive,” I reply dryly without looking up from my computer.
“The real ones?” he snaps back.
“They’ve always been the real ones, Bud. What are you insinuating?” I now turn to look at his smug ass in the doorway.
“You think you have me fooled, boy, but you don’t. I know the specs were changed right before the car arrived at the tracks.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Still not sure what you are insinuating,” I remark. “Is that all? I have work to do.”
“I’m telling you that I know you change the specs,” he accuses.
