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more instinctive. Everything outside of us ceases to exist as he tunnels into me with increasing force.
I gasp as he bodily lifts me, with his cock still buried deeply in my clenching sex, and sits me on his lap, facing away from him. I’ve never swooned in my life, but his demonstration of strength has me pretty damn close.
“Ride me,” He buries his face in my hair, hands on my hips to hold me in place.
The position is awkward at first, with only my toes on the floor and nothing to grip and steady myself. With Connor guiding me, I slowly rise up, until only the blunt head of his cock is still inside me, then push back down, taking him as deep as I can go.
“Yes, just like that.” One of his hands snakes down to my spread sex. I gasp as he catches my clit between his index and ring finger and taps on the taut bud lightly.
My confidence grows and I move faster, so my breasts bounce every time I slam down onto him. Each second stretches out into an eternity. The scent of sex cocoons us in our own little world.
I sink my fingernails into his muscular thighs and he bucks up beneath me, slamming home hard. A few more thrusts like that and I’m done for, coming in a wet rush, coating him with my slick release.
Connor withdraws and my body sags, limply, slick from sweat and sex. He pushes me onto my back on the couch, spreading my thighs wide and cupping my ass in his big palms. Our eyes lock as he lunges forward, slamming home. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
It’s an effort, but I manage to do as he bids. Connor grunts once in satisfaction, then bucks his hips, shoving his cock forward until the blunt head batters the mouth of my womb. His thrusts are punishing, and exactly what I need from him now.
Sweat beads on his upper lip, slides down his neck and rolls over muscular chest as he works his body into mine. His crisp pubic hairs abrade my swollen clit.
Our eyes lock and I shake my head, unable to form the words to tell him I can’t do it again.
“Once more.” His jaw clenches. “Give me one more.”
“Connor,” I pant, trembling all over.
“Give it to me!” he snarls and the command alone does the impossible, explodes the tightened coil within me. My vision actually tunnels and I’m afraid I’ll pass out as my sex clenches on his, begging for him to follow me down.
He roars with triumph, his head thrown back in a primal howl as he empties himself into the condom. He’s beautiful in that moment, the arch of his body, the sweat-slicked muscles. I am in total awe of him.
He slumps over me, totally spent. Though my arms feel like cooked noodles, I find the strength to wrap them around him and hold him close to me. I never want to let him go.
“Baily,” he murmurs softly, with something akin to wonder in his voice. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Neither did I. Until you.”
He lifts his head and smiles, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. This has to be one of the best moments of my life.
“Connor, I—” My words cut off when I see the frown on his face. “What’s the matter?’
He pulls back and all the satisfaction and contentment from moments before have vanished. In their place is pure horror. A feeling I share when he says,
“The condom broke.”
Chapter Seven
C onnor pulls me up off the couch and drags me into the shower. He turns the water on and I yelp as icy droplets hit my skin. Ignoring my distress, he reaches between my legs almost mechanically, with none of the heat from minutes before, and washes away his seed. There is nothing sexy about his clinical touch.
I wrestle his hand away from my sex. “Connor, stop it. This won’t change anything.”
He spins me around, toward the now warm water. “Get clean. We need to get you to the city, now.”
“The city? Connor, I have to get back to the Rosemont.” Shoot. it was the other Connor that had promised I would be back by Monday morning. I tag on, “You
I gasp as he bodily lifts me, with his cock still buried deeply in my clenching sex, and sits me on his lap, facing away from him. I’ve never swooned in my life, but his demonstration of strength has me pretty damn close.
“Ride me,” He buries his face in my hair, hands on my hips to hold me in place.
The position is awkward at first, with only my toes on the floor and nothing to grip and steady myself. With Connor guiding me, I slowly rise up, until only the blunt head of his cock is still inside me, then push back down, taking him as deep as I can go.
“Yes, just like that.” One of his hands snakes down to my spread sex. I gasp as he catches my clit between his index and ring finger and taps on the taut bud lightly.
My confidence grows and I move faster, so my breasts bounce every time I slam down onto him. Each second stretches out into an eternity. The scent of sex cocoons us in our own little world.
I sink my fingernails into his muscular thighs and he bucks up beneath me, slamming home hard. A few more thrusts like that and I’m done for, coming in a wet rush, coating him with my slick release.
Connor withdraws and my body sags, limply, slick from sweat and sex. He pushes me onto my back on the couch, spreading my thighs wide and cupping my ass in his big palms. Our eyes lock as he lunges forward, slamming home. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
It’s an effort, but I manage to do as he bids. Connor grunts once in satisfaction, then bucks his hips, shoving his cock forward until the blunt head batters the mouth of my womb. His thrusts are punishing, and exactly what I need from him now.
Sweat beads on his upper lip, slides down his neck and rolls over muscular chest as he works his body into mine. His crisp pubic hairs abrade my swollen clit.
Our eyes lock and I shake my head, unable to form the words to tell him I can’t do it again.
“Once more.” His jaw clenches. “Give me one more.”
“Connor,” I pant, trembling all over.
“Give it to me!” he snarls and the command alone does the impossible, explodes the tightened coil within me. My vision actually tunnels and I’m afraid I’ll pass out as my sex clenches on his, begging for him to follow me down.
He roars with triumph, his head thrown back in a primal howl as he empties himself into the condom. He’s beautiful in that moment, the arch of his body, the sweat-slicked muscles. I am in total awe of him.
He slumps over me, totally spent. Though my arms feel like cooked noodles, I find the strength to wrap them around him and hold him close to me. I never want to let him go.
“Baily,” he murmurs softly, with something akin to wonder in his voice. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Neither did I. Until you.”
He lifts his head and smiles, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. This has to be one of the best moments of my life.
“Connor, I—” My words cut off when I see the frown on his face. “What’s the matter?’
He pulls back and all the satisfaction and contentment from moments before have vanished. In their place is pure horror. A feeling I share when he says,
“The condom broke.”
Chapter Seven
C onnor pulls me up off the couch and drags me into the shower. He turns the water on and I yelp as icy droplets hit my skin. Ignoring my distress, he reaches between my legs almost mechanically, with none of the heat from minutes before, and washes away his seed. There is nothing sexy about his clinical touch.
I wrestle his hand away from my sex. “Connor, stop it. This won’t change anything.”
He spins me around, toward the now warm water. “Get clean. We need to get you to the city, now.”
“The city? Connor, I have to get back to the Rosemont.” Shoot. it was the other Connor that had promised I would be back by Monday morning. I tag on, “You
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