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“Get off me, you monster.” She slaps both her small hands on my chest and pushes, but the gesture lacks the strength to actually move me.
“The only monstrous thing about me is between my legs, sweetheart.”
“You need a doctor for your sex addiction issues.” She pushes me again, and this time, I pull out of her.
While I’m ready for round twenty, she is not. Purple bruises cover her shoulder and some parts of her face that aren’t concealed by makeup.
I must’ve been blind to those when I took her like a Neanderthal against the tree—or the million times after.
And yet, I find myself forgetting about it again as I watch my cum dripping out of her pussy and messing up her fair thighs.
A strange feeling of possessiveness grabs hold of me by the balls. The need to own her, again and again, grows inside me with the persistence of a natural disaster.
Releasing a quaking breath, of relief or discomfort, I don’t know, Aspen tries to slide back on her ass and winces. “Damn you. My ass feels like it’s on fire.”
“Don’t even pretend you don’t like it. The moment I spanked you, you came all over my dick.”
Her lips tremble before she clamps down on them. “Shut up.”
“Afraid to admit to your kinky tendencies?”
“I’m not kinky. I’m vanilla.”
I laugh. “Vanilla is what Gwen eats and breathes instead of air. You, sweetheart, are the definition of a submissive.”
“I’m not submissive.”
“Yes, you are. You just didn’t know it before. If you want proof…” I lean over and whisper in her ear in a low, deep tone, “How does it feel to be called agood girl?”
A full-body shudder overtakes her, her lips part, and that dash of red returns to her neck.
By the time she comes back to her senses and shoves me away, it’s already too late.
“See?”
“Stop smiling or I’ll smack you.”
“Your crass mouth turns me the fuck on, sweetheart.” I motion at my dick that’s definitely running a campaign for another round.
“Don’t even think about it.” She slides a few inches back, completely ignoring the sting of my handprints.
“I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“And you expect me to believe you? You have the sex drive of a bull.”
“My dick is honored.”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” she grumbles. “Also, you didn’t use a condom.”
“Should’ve pointed that out the first time around.” I can’t resist gathering my cum with my fingers, then slowly smear it on her folds.
She shudders, her toes curling. “I didn’t get the chance… Aren’t you going to ask whether or not I’m on birth control?”
“Does it matter?”
“What?” she snaps.
“If you are, and there’s a ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent probability of that, considering how much of a responsible adult you are, then that’s that. If it’s the remaining zero point zero one percent and you aren’t on birth control, then we’ll deal with it when it becomes an issue.”
