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I tear myself away from her and sit up on my knees. Then, I grab her behind the knees and pull her closer before lining myself up. I stroke my head up and down her drenched slit and groan. As I look up, she is pushing up on her elbows to watch.
“Fucking hot.”
“Sexy,” she says, nudging forward, asking without words for my cock.
“Sexy,” I say as I slam into her.
“Hendrix!” is screamed again, while I still when I am all in.
“Sorry, Livi, I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t,” she moans, “Make Lo—” She stops and squeezes her eyes shut. Then, in the tiniest, littlest voice, I hear her brave the words, “Fuck me.”
And fuck her, I do. Her hips in hand, I slam in and out of her as she fists the sheets, looking sexy as fuck, and I keep at it. Her head thrashes from side to side as she bites her lip.
Her pussy strangles me, letting me know she’s ready to come again. I quicken the pace, wanting to release with her, come together, her and I.
Moments later, I do come, holding nothing back, and she is right there with me. Fucking screaming orgasm, best kind there is.
Afterward, her eyes are hooded, yet open as she watches me roll to my side. She is panting and so am I as I watch her stare blankly at the ceiling.
I take her hand and rub her knuckles before I rub them across my lips. “Best pussy ever.”
She swallows hard and nods once.
“Shit, did I do something wr—”
“Did you have a condom on?” Her voice trembles.
“You know I didn’t. No time; couldn’t help it. I’m clean, though. I’ve been tested. Never been bareback before, and your pussy is so tight I’m sure nothing has been in there in a while.” I roll to my side and plant a kiss on her swollen red lips.
She sits up slowly and pulls the shirt down. She can’t even look at me. Tears well in her eyes, and I feel like I have been punched in the gut twice. First, because she is about to cry, and second, because I don’t ever get caught in the moment, not after Mom.
“Okay, don’t cry, Livi. Shit,” I say as I grab her hand, pulling her up to give her a little hug. “I’m clean. I never go without a condom.”
“I’m clean, too. I lost someone, so I get tested.” She wipes her eyes and looks up at me. “What if…”
“What if, what?” I am trying not to panic. I don’t wanna freak her out any more than she probably is. “I swear, Livi, I am clean.”
“You sterile, too?”
“No.” I laugh. “Besides, you’re on the pill or that shot thing, right?”
“No,” she mumbles.
I jump up. “You aren’t!” Holy fuck! I never even considered that shit. I grab her hand and lead her in the bathroom. “You wanna try to—I don’t know—clean it up?” I let go of her by the toilet and walk to the tub. “How hot can you—I mean … how do you like your bath?”
“I like hot.” She sniffs.
I look back at her as I turn the water on, secretly wanting to scorch those little fuckers swimming around up in there.
“Livi, I wasn’t trying to be a dick. I assumed and well…”
“I wasn’t even thinking about—”
“Okay, it’s fine.” I stand up, lift the toilet lid, and am just shy of pushing her down and wiping her pussy when she looks at me oddly. “Shit, sorry. You go ahead.”
I walk out, hoping she scrubs herself good, getting rid of my load, leaving only the delicious taste inside.
I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair, and wait until I hear the flush. When I walk back in, she is bare-assed and stepping in the tub. Her ass is fucking beautiful.
Looking at her, I watch as she glances over her shoulder at me, catching me squeezing myself, trying to avoid the hard-on I feel coming on fast.
“Sexy still?” she asks, seeking approval. That’s the third gut punch.
“Hell yes,” I say honestly, because that round ass is nothing but. “I’m gonna make breakfast—”
“Don’t worry about it,” she says as she sits down in my tub. “Don’t you have to open soon?”
She grabs my washcloth and washes her face.
“No. Jagger needed a shift, so I have the day free.”
“And night. It’s my—”
“Livi, I was serious about giving you some time off. You work forty hours a week, plus twenty-eight at the bar. That’s too much.”
“No, I need it.” She looks away, washing her arm. “I’m behind on a few things and have the car—”
I am sporting wood and need to get the fuck out of there, or I am gonna bruise her pretty little pink pot. “Need anything before I get out of here and make us some breakfast?”
“Did your friend call you about the keys? I need some, um,” she pauses and then whispers, “panties.”
