Jolie rippled around me, her body shaking and shuddering. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body a taut ball of pleasure.
I wanted to come deep inside her, but I couldn’t risk it. Pulling out of her, I pushed her to the floor and then fisted my cock. It only took a couple of firm, fast strokes, and cum rocketed up from my dick, spurting from my slit. Creamy ribbons landed on her stomach.
The last thing I needed now was to get her pregnant. A baby in this mess was a very bad idea. How could I be a father if I was behind bars?
She lay there, panting, staring up at me, covered in my cum.
I got to my feet and put myself away. I could still taste her on my tongue.
“Get yourself cleaned up,” I told her.
I knew I was still trying to keep her distant. That was why I hadn’t undressed for her. Keeping that material between us meant I was just fucking her, rather than us making love.
I still hadn’t decided if I could trust her, but one thing was for sure...
Now that I’d fucked her, I knew once would never be enough.