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“Are you going to come again?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she moans.

“You better fucking come again, Sugar.”

“I will,” she says, “I’ll come again, I promise.”

“Good, because I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”

“God,” she moans. “It’ll never happen.”

“You’re right, it won’t,” I tell her, “I’m going to fuck you until you lose consciousness, baby.”

“Oh fuck,” she cries out. “I want you to.”

“Then you’d better keep coming, Sugar,” I tell her, rubbing my thumb over her swollen clit. I press down hard, strumming in time with the long, hard strokes I deliver inside her.

“Oh god! Don!” She screams her release into the carpet, falling forwards as her arms give out from under her. I quickly grab both of her hips to prevent her for collapsing entirely, and the new position that puts her face down, ass up, is fucking glorious. The sight of my red handprints on her ass cheeks make lighting course through my body, right down to my dick, and I threaten to explode.

I hold on for a second, straining, trying to hold back, trying to wait until her orgasm is done, but I can’t. It’s like I’m a teenager again, and it’s my very first time, all over again.

I groan as I empty all the semen I have into her hot, tight pussy. I stroke her clit and tease her nub, rubbing it just the way she likes it, and it’s not long before she starts to convulse around me again. Fucking hell, how is she this responsive? She’s a dream.

She rocks back into me, pressing herself against me, so that every pore of her skin is touching mine, and I can feel the shuddering waves of her orgasm as they jolt through her. It’s fucking glorious.

Her pussy clamps down on me, hard. She’s so wet and so tight that I have to try twice to pull my cock from her. I glance down, admiring the sight of our combined releases shining on my dick.

Then my stomach drops.

Our releases on my bare dick.

Fuck. I didn’t use a condom.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

I’ve never lost my head like that before. Never fucked without a condom. Never. Ever.

And I’ve never felt a pussy like that before.

Her pussy.

It’s fucking perfect.

I grab a tissue from the bedside table and clean myself up as much as I can, then I turn towards her to do the same. But she’s almost asleep. On the fucking floor. God, I’m such a dick.

Shit.

I don’t even know if I should wake her up.

I don’t know what the fuck to do. I don’t want her to get angry at me – fuck I’m already furious at myself – but…the alternative.

I can’t.

It’s not fucking possible.

Tentatively, I clean her up, then scoop her up into my arms and deposit her into the bed. I tuck her in and vow I’ll speak to her tomorrow.

Once she’s settled, I let myself out of the flat. When I reach my bike, I pull out my phone and text the boss.

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