“Are you sore?” I ask, barely pushing inside her. It’s the ultimate tease for both of us.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Not enough to stop you, though.”
“Good,” I hiss, thrusting forward, stretching her open and filling her up.
The sensation of her hot, velvet walls sucking me deeper makes my head spin and my eyes roll back.
But that soon comes to and end when she starts pushing at my chest.
“Condom, Colt.”
Her words take a second to register, and when they do, there is no fear, no panic.
No, that’s a lie.
It’s all there, but because I don’t want to lose her or this moment. Not because we’re being reckless.
“You on birth control?” I ask, desperate for her to say yes. She feels too fucking good.
“Y-yeah, but?—”
“I’m clean. I fucking swear to you. I got tested the other week and I haven’t?—”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Yeah?” I ask, letting my head drop to hers.
Everything I felt when she told me the truth about her scars still wars beneath my skin. The regret, the shame, the fear. The guilt. Fuck me, the guilt is almost unbearable. But I also know she’s right.
It’s too late to change what happened that day. She’s going to bear the marks of what happened for the rest of her life, just like I’m going to have to live with the guilt.
All I can do now is help her embrace it.
“Yeah,” she agrees, making my cock jerk, threatening to fill her up then and there.
I’ve always been religious about wearing a condom. Something that she’s all too familiar with. I’ve never gone without before.
But right now, I can’t think of anything worse than having something between us.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to see my cum running out of your pussy, Bombshell,” I confess as I slowly pull out before thrusting back inside her.
“Colt,” she gasps, her grip on my shoulders tightening.
“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you, baby? Your pussy gets so wet and squeezes me so tight.”
“Please,” she whimpers, trying to shift on the counter to get some friction. “Colt, I need?—”
“I know what you need, Bombshell. And I’m going to fucking give it to you.”
I drag her ass right to the edge, forcing her to lean back on her palms. Her back arches, thrusting her tits up in the air.
“Perfect,” I muse, my eyes raking over every incredible inch of her body. “So fucking beautiful.”
The blush on her cheeks glows brighter, spreading down to her chest as she accepts my words.
I can still see her reluctance to believe them within her honey eyes, but it’s better than last night’s refusal.
Hooking her legs up around my waist to put her at a better angle, I thrust into her, giving her little choice but to take every inch of me.
