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She grunts when I curl my fingers into her snatch.
I turn it back on her. “What do you think?”
“I think he’s a player. Am I right?”
“You better give it up good after this.”
She holds my gaze. “Don’t I always?”
Fuck me. We’re going to have to do it in the elevator because I won’t be able to wait.
“You want me to throw my cousin under the bus?”
“I just want your honest opinion. I’m not going to tell anyone. Just tell me if you think I’m right, that Amy’s going to have her heart broken a second time?”
I take a deep breath and concede, “That’s what I would bet on.”
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lift her up and slam her against the wall. She wraps her arms about me as I smother her mouth with mine. I dictate the pace and pressure of the kiss, and she tries her best to keep up. I grind my pelvis into hers, rubbing my erection against her.
I drop her so that I can undo my belt and pants. Flipping her around, I pull down her panties and run my cock along a butt cheek. Her ass is so nice and smooth. Lowering myself, I spear into her wet heat. Her hands are up against the wall to keep herself from being flattened against it when I start thrusting. Wanting a deeper angle, I pull her from the wall by her hips so that she can bend down. I show her what she would have missed out on if she had tried to withhold herself.
I should fuck her with abandon just to warn her from trying something like that again in the future. But I like seeing, hearing, and feeling her orgasm too much. So I focus on her pleasure, milking every groan as I push her toward her climax.
The flexing of her cunt around my cock sends currents through my whole body. I fist my hand into her hair and buck my hips harder. Grunting, she braces herself against the wall as I drive myself balls deep into her. I fill her, releasing wave after wave of my cum, marking her as mine.
* * *
As Bridget nestlesin the crook of my arm in bed, I think of how nice it would be if I could take her to Hong Kong with me. But it’s not practical because she has to study for finals. And I’m not ready for the triad to know about Bridget. My intent is to keep the two parts of my life separate.
“I’m sorry I gave you a hard time about the women,” Bridget says as she runs a finger along my pec. “I just know if a guy tried to do that to me, I’d want to press charges. But maybe it’s different for guys.”
“That’s sexist.”
“You’re right. That is.”
“And if a guy tried to assault you—”
He’d be dead.
Instead, I finish with “—I’d bust his balls.”
“Ooh, can I do that with Kimberly?” Bridget jokes.
I picture the two of them mud wrestling. Naked. I’d pay bucks to see that.
“Honestly, I thought I wasn’t the jealous type,” Bridget says. “But JD’s a player, and you guys are so close, I sometimes wonder…if you’re that way, too.”
I have to watch what I say with Bridget. Which I don’t often do with other women I’ve been with.
“I’ve had my moments,” I reply.
“Am I a moment?”
I look up at the ceiling as I idly stroke her hair. I recall the thought that went through my head as we had sex in plain old missionary position. We had done the BDSM stuff prior. I had used a spreader bar with wrist cuffs in the middle on her. I fucked her on her back with her legs and arms in the air, then I fucked her while she was on all fours. Kind of. Still locked in the spreader bar, she knelt with her arms pulled straight between her thighs, the side of her face flattened against the bed. The penetration while on her back was amazing. I had used the wand to pull two orgasms from her before switching to the modified doggy position. I had thought about taking her ass, and she was in the perfect position for it, but tonight, that wasn’t where I wanted to be. So I took off the spreader bar, and we finished in missionary.
As I was rolling my hips into her, feeling her legs entwined with mine and seeing her gaze on me, glassy and molten, I felt an animalistic urge not only to seek my climax, but to mate. I wanted to fill her with my seed and have it come to something. The ultimate mark that she belonged to me.
“No, you’re not a moment,” I say.
