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Her hands latch around the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down to give me better access as I continue to push my fingers in and out of her slippery pussy.
“You’re dripping on me, baby girl. Do you know what that does to me?”
She moans, her neck arching. “Tell me,” she pants.
Instead of telling her, I show her by thrusting my dick up between her spread thighs, the motion pushing my fingers deeper inside her. She cries out and I bite into her lip in warning. It may be early, only a little after six, but the last thing I want right now is for Katy to wake up and come in here.
“More?” I bark gruffly against her lips as I nip on the bottom one again. “You want me to shove my fingers in deeper until you come on them?”
“Yes. Give them to me. I want to come so badly.”
Pulling back, I take in the naked woman beneath me. The rise and fall of her chest that’s flushed rose right in the center. Her perfect tits perked up and desperate for my mouth. The flat slope of her abdomen curving into her hips and smooth mound. The wet thrust of my fingers between her spread thighs. Yeah, no fucking way will once be enough, but for now, it’s all I’ve got.
My mouth attacks one nipple as my fingers pump faster. My thumb starts to rub her clit to the same rhythm as my tongue flicks her nipple. The walls of her pussy convulse, clamping down around my fingers as her body squirms, both seeking more and moving away. Her hands rip at my hair, her voice hoarse as she quietly begs me to make her come.
My other hand comes up, twisting her other nipple and she detonates, loud enough that I have to abandon her nipple and swallow her sounds down my throat. She keeps going and going, so wet, and when she’s done, I lick her off my fingers, grab a condom from my nightstand, sheath myself up, hook one of her legs up over my shoulder, and then slide home.
She squeals at the intrusion, her back arching as she tries to fit me past her tight, swollen walls. Immediately I set a pace that isn’t necessarily fast—I want to make this last forever—but is hard and deep with the kind of fucks she’ll undoubtedly feel all day and hopefully into tomorrow.
I don’t want to punish her—hell, if anything I want to worship her—but I do want her to remember what being fucked by me feels like. Even if we can’t have this again. Even if she’s right, and this is wrong, and we shouldn’t.
I still need her to remember because I’ll never forget.
I keep going like this, moving us, adjusting her, telling her things that I know make her even hotter and wetter. I lose myself inside her, savoring every pass of her slick pussy over my ragingly hard cock. Staring down at her, her eyes closed, I take in the lines of her face. She’s young and beautiful, and bitterly I hate that I might not be the right man for her because I’m not sure I’ll ever find a woman more right for me than her.
That thought spirals like a corkscrew through me, suffusing me with urgency. I start to pound into her, harder and deeper than before, but faster this time. Her tits bounce as I take her and make it so that all she can do is press her hands into the headboard to stop her head from slamming repeatedly against it. I fuck her till we’re both sweaty and breathless and then watch as she comes—so fucking pretty I can hardly stand it—the tight grip of her cunt pushing me over the edge with her into dizzying bliss.
And because this was a one and done, a get-it-out-of-your-system fuck, we don’t linger. I pull out of her and throw back on my boxer briefs and dispose of the condom and by the time I return to my bedroom, she’s already up and standing by the door, wearing my hoodie and shorts again, her scrubs from yesterday balled up in her arms.
“I’m going to grab an Uber home since I have nothing here. Yet,” she tacks on, all matter-of-fact. All business.
I swallow a hundred different things and say, “If you wait, I’ll drive you.”
She shakes her head, her tongue ring rolling along her bottom lip, and I’ve noticed she does this either when she’s nervous or uncertain about something. I think I fit both of those for her right now.
“No,” she says, “I need space. And Amelia to make me coffee.”
“Okay,” I agree because I get that. “I’ll order an Uber for you.”
“That’s sweet of you, thanks.” She’s smiling at me. It touches her eyes, but weirdness is already settling in, so I give her a questioning look as I order her Uber. “We’re good, Callan. I promise.”
I’m going to get my heart broken.
I can already feel it.
“I’m keeping your sweatshirt and I’ll be back tonight with my stuff.”
I walk over to the doorway she’s lingering in and stretch my arms up and over my head, grasping the frame. “I can help,” I offer and suppress my own devilish grin when she takes me in.
Her fingers run across my abs and then down the indents on either side where they slip into my briefs. She moans. “Those are hot.” She pulls her hand away with a mournful sigh. “I’m going to go wait for my Uber, Callan, because I definitely need some space to get my head back on straight. No more sex. I mean it.”
“Got it. Message received.”
Her blue eyes glimmer at me. “Do you know what’s super annoying about all this?”
“You mean other than the fact that I have to lie in order to keep my niece and pray no one who shouldn’t finds out?”
She pats my shoulder. “Yes, other than that, though that’s certainly no joke. You’re sexy and the sex with you was amazing. But I think if we start screwing each other, we’ll be in trouble and that’s not the sort of trouble I want to take on.”
