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A soft gasp escapes her, but she stays up in position like she’s intent on resuming her workout.
I am just as intent on interrupting it, and between the two of us, I think she knows who’s going to get their way.
I inch forward so my hips are pressed against her butt, then I skim a hand down her side and up her torso, caressing her soft skin on my way to grabbing her tit. She sighs when I squeeze and caress it through the fabric, but it’s not enough. I lift the elastic band beneath her tits, letting them bounce free.
“Killian,” she says again, but this time, there’s a catch in her voice.
I smirk and palm her tits, then I tease her nipples because I know it drives her fucking crazy.
Listening to her helpless little sighs is enough to drive me crazy, and my cock grows so fucking hard, it threatens to rip through my jeans.
I let go of her tits to unbutton and unzip and give myself a measure of relief, but the relief I want is right between those perfect thighs of hers, and I’m going to take it, whether she wants me to or not.
I pull down her shorts and her panties along with them, then I grab a handful of her perfect ass and she moans, dropping to her forearms and sinking down closer to the mat. It’s a perfect upside-down heart, and I can’t resist spreading those cheeks and sliding a finger down along her needy pussy.
She’s sensitive to my touch, so she wiggles away instinctively when I do, but I don’t let her get far. I use my fingers to spread her pussy open, then I take out my cock. I let it drag along her thigh for a second so she knows what’s coming, then I guide it to her entrance. She gasps harshly when I drive into her without preamble, then moans as I sink myself deeper.
Fuck.
I could live inside this pussy.
“Killian. Can you please put on a condom?”
I ignore her request and grab her hips, holding her steady as I inch back, then force myself deeper. I love the way being inside her feels. Her pussy is tight as fuck, and that tight, wet heat squeezes me in the best way possible when I fuck her bare.
I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before her. I always assess the risks before I make a move, and I’ve never been willing to take that risk just to enhance my pleasure for the duration of a meaningless fuck.
But it’s not like that with her. The possibility of the consequences makes it better.
It’s more of a risk with her than it ever has been before, but all I can focus on is the reward. I know I could get her pregnant. I know it would ruin both of our fucking lives.
I also fucking want it in a way I can’t explain. It’s not rational. It’s primal. Selfish. I want to force my way into more than her pussy. I want to make her keep me forever, even when the day comes that she won’t want to anymore.
I draw my hips back, then shove deep, searching for paradise and finding it buried deep inside her.
My blood always turns to fire when I’m fucking Brynn, and now is no different. She cries out when I slam into her, but even though I know she’s afraid of the consequences I want so badly to force on her, she takes that cock like a good girl.
I fuck her until she’s grabbing her mat to ground herself, whining and crying out for it as her ass bounces and I fill her pussy full of my cock. She’s so fucking beautiful, I try to commit the sight to memory so I never forget.
Then she comes, and my songbird lets go, releasing a chorus of moans and sighs and noises I can’t even put a name to. The sounds she makes when she comes for me fill me with a sensation like my heart is wrapped in barbed wire and ready to explode. It’s painful and fucking glorious, and as I drive my cock deep in her pussy and let go, I tempt fate just a little more.
“Fuck.” I pull out of her before I want to, but if I stayed as long as I wanted to, I’d never leave.
I collapse on the floor beside her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her close to me. Brynn slides even closer, resting her head on my bicep like a pillow and closing her eyes.
“I made an appointment at the student health center to get my birth control sorted on Wednesday.”
She says it to reassure me, but it doesn’t. “When?” I ask.
“Noon. I don’t know how long it takes, but I figure I’ll either go before the gym, or if it takes longer, I’ll just skip the gym that day. Maybe we can have lunch together instead.”
“I like that idea.”
She smiles softly. “It’s a date. Since you got Paris, I’ll pay for this one,” she jokes, since she knows we both have at least the base university dining plans, so we never have to pay when we eat on campus.
I crack a smile, reaching over to caress her jaw. “No, you won’t. I’d never let you pay for a date, even with imaginary currency.”
“In all seriousness, I know I don’t make as much as you do, but I don’t mind paying for myself when we do things that are… you know, a more reasonable budget than taking a private plane to another country. Obviously, I cannot afford to pay my part in a date like that, but lunch, I could do.”
