He grunts, pulling my hair and arching my back almost to the point of breaking.
My muscles are tense from the strain, burning a satisfying kind of tension. My legs start to shake, growing weak. I’m getting close to the edge.
His cock twitches against my velvet insides.
And then I remember that he didn’t put on a condom. We don’t use condoms usually because I’ve been on the pill, but my prescription ran out, and I haven’t had a chance to refill it yet. That means that I’m definitely fertile right now, just as he’s about to explode.
I try to tell him as much, but at that moment, the pleasure takes over. I scream a silent scream, my whole body frozen in ecstasy, my lips caught in the shape of an ‘o.’ The world comes crashing down around me as I climax, my body invigorated with an orgasmic energy that pulsates through my every vein. My pussy squirts, drenching the base of his cock in my cum, and I collapse onto the bed. A second later, Bruce roars his pleasure while gripping my hips and pulling me even harder down onto his cock.
“Fuck shit fuck!” he rasps, ejaculating a huge load of semen into my bare pussy. Unable to speak, my velvety folds soak it up, spasming so hard that it pulls his virility even closer to my ovaries. “Fuck!” he roars again.
Then we both collapse, the CEO plastered to my back. He’s heavy but it feels good with our sticky skin pressed together.
Silence.
Then comes the realization that I can feel something warm and sticky oozing inside of my hole.
“Oh no!” I gasp.
Without a word, Bruce unbinds my hands and climbs off of my body. He leaves the bedroom so quickly that there’s no hope of catching up with him, not when my legs have been turned to goddamn jelly.
I roll over and see sticky white sperm dripping out of my pussy. It’s gooey and oozing, spilling from my swollen pink folds.
I stare at it in disbelief, and then reach one finger down as if in a slow-motion movie. In a trance, I push the sperm back into my hole, moaning a bit at the tackiness of his virile cum.
What is going on?
Slowly, I get out of bed. Where’s Bruce?
Slam. The door to the apartment bangs close, and clearly, he’s gone.
What just happened? Why would he give me a pussy full of cum, and then leave?
A sense of abandonment washes over me. Bruce just left me here after another session of incredible passion. Why would he do that? Do I mean so little?
Feeling like a zombie, I shuffle out of the bedroom and into the living room. The wreath on the front door is still swaying back and forth from Bruce’s abrupt departure.
A breeze rolls in from one of the cracked windows. Nude, I shiver, wrapping my arms around my body. Goosebumps decorate my skin as I grab a robe from the bathroom and tie it around my waist. The breast pocket is monogrammed with my initials on it. Did Bruce plan that? I let out an ungainly snort. It’s more like whichever interior decorator he paid to organize this put in the monogram as a final touch. Little did he or she know that Bruce feels nothing of the same.
I look around and realize that I have nothing. My purse is in Bruce’s car, as well as my phone. So what the hell am I supposed to do now? It’s not like I have anyone’s number memorized. Who does that anymore?
“Damnit,” I sigh under my breath, running my fingers through my hair.
With an annoyed huff, I sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to piece together what is going on. Okay. So from the start of today, Bruce was a little off… but I didn’t think he was this off. Was he upset at something? Was he upset with me?
Why is this happening anyways? I don’t get it. I thought we were on the path to something deeper and brighter. Something where maybe we could have a future even, and not just a whole lot of fun. But now that’s gone up in smoke. Either that, or we were never on that path and I was reading the situation completely wrong.
And yet, the way he touched me still felt so good. Like always, he knew exactly how to please me, taking my body to whole new levels. He plunged into my depths and made me scream. Only this time, it was different. He was a beast. A downright animal who only cared about possessing his mate and putting his seed into her. That’s why he forgot to take pictures.
But one thing’s still bothering me.
I get up and open the top drawer of my nightstand. Just as I suspected, there’s a roll of condoms just waiting to be used. This interior decorator misses nothing, and all Bruce had to do was reach over, grab one, and put it on. But instead, he came inside of me, filling me with his hot white spunk.
