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“Why?
“Because it turns you on, doesn’t it?” she asks as she finally, thank fuck, tugs my boxer briefs down, allowing my hard shaft to bob free.
“Yes,” I say, the word barely a whisper with her mouth so close, her fist gripping me tightly but not stroking.
“Why do you think that is?”
“Because I’m an evil asshole.”
Opening wide, Holly guides the head of my cock between her lips, sucking it at the same time she puts her arms behind her back, showing me her complete submission.
I grab the back of her head and thrust forward, making her take down every inch until she gags. Her hands come up to my thighs, but when I pull back, she lowers them.
I repeat the move over and over again until tears stream down her cheeks, making her mascara run, and drool drips from the corner of her lips.
Smiling down at her, I say, “God, you’re a mess. And I fucking love it.”
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Holly
After I got Isaac’s dick nice and wet, he carried me back to my bedroom and let me ride him.
It was…so good. I loved how he watched me move above him, my hands running over the tattoos on his arms and chest until I came, how he finally snapped and slammed up into me after that, so frantic for his own release.
Two intense rounds of the best sex of my life and without any protection.
I lied when he asked about the birth control pills.
It was too late. His cum was inside of me by that point anyway. If I had told him the truth, he would’ve flipped out and left to go find me an emergency contraceptive right then and there, then been so freaked out at the small possibility of having another kid that he would’ve never come back.
So, I lied. And let him finish inside of me again, promising myself afterward that I would go to the pharmacy as soon as he left this morning to get the emergency contraceptive. Isaac was up bright and early, as I expected, but he did fondle and lick my breasts for a good five minutes before he growled and placed a goodbye kiss on my forehead.
Not once all night did he kiss my lips. Like he was trying to make sure I realized it was just sex. Just fucking. That it didn’t mean anything. So as soon as he left, I showered and got ready to go do the responsible thing.
I may want kids, several of them, but not with Isaac Perry, the man who usually pays for sex to avoid feelings.
One little pill would make sure last night didn’t come back and bite us in the ass.
And that one little pill was the reason I ended up on the shoulder of the highway, driver’s-side door thrown wide open, not caring if another vehicle ripped it off the hinges because I was too busy puking my guts out.
Apparently, I was being punished for lying to Isaac.
Since I wasn’t certain if the first pill had time to work before it erupted from me, I went back to the pharmacy for another one, along with a large box of condoms, then waited until I was home to take it.
Brooke found me an hour later, my head still in the toilet.
“Jesus, Holly. Hungover or stomach flu?” she asked as she held my hair up for me.
“Neither,” I answered. Grabbing a handful of tissue paper, I wiped up my damp eyes, running nose, and wet mouth, which reminded me of when Isaac was hitting the back of my throat last night.
“So, you didn’t get drunk last night?”
“No.”
I flush the toilet, then pull myself up to sit on it.
“Did you catch something from the guy you were screwing half the night?”
