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I don't know what the hell I mean."
So he hadn't just promised to marry me if I ended up pregnant. I sighed.
He touched my cheek. "If you can't accept it, I understand. I don't intend to try to coerce you into agreeing with that stance. However, if we see and sleep with each other again, I'm going to be inside you after I come. Period. End of discussion and story. That's my condition. What's yours?"
His refusal to see reason or to verbally assure me he'd marry me if I got pregnant pissed me off. As much as he disliked John, when push came to shove, Darkwater wasn't much different. He also wanted raw sex without any damn commitment. He just prettied up his demand by pretending it wasn't sex.
And John at least had finally proposed to Amber. Darkwater just wanted raw sex. Period. Recalling the few times when he'd actually stroked his bare cock in my pussy sent a jolt of need through me. It was sex all right.
"Birth control sometimes fails," I said, giving him another opportunity to assure me that I wouldn't have to worry about being a single mom.
He nodded. "So I've heard but believe it or not, it's never failed me."
"That doesn't mean it won't."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take. If you aren't, I won't try to pressure you. We can just go our separate ways."
So either he got his way or he ended our sexual relationship? Charming. "You're a selfish bastard."
He nodded. "So I've been told more than once. What's your condition or conditions, Sherlyn?"
I narrowed my gaze. "That you don't ruin things between us by falling for me."
He stiffened and then clutched me so tight I felt sure I'd have a bruise in the morning. "Why the hell would you think there's any danger of that happening?"
"For all I know, it's already happened."
"What are you smoking?"
"What else could explain your insistence on lying inside me with a cum-covered cock? It's so crazy; it makes me wonder why you insist on doing it."
"Wonder whatever you like, but don't waste any of your time worrying about me, Sherlyn. I can take care of myself. Hell will freeze over before you have to worry about me falling for you."
That stung but not as much as it once would have. Besides, I was beginning to think he was protesting too damned much. "And what if I don't believe you?"
"That's your damn problem," he said.
"Guess what? I don't believe you."
"As I said, that's your damned problem," he said again and bent to kiss me roughly and stop any response I might have made.
But what was there to say? The sexual madness we felt would probably soon burn itself out but while it raged between us, I intended to love the one I was with and fully enjoy it. At that point in my life that was all I wanted from him. I knew that's all he had to give.
When the fire between us flickered out and died, we'd both move onto other lovers. I suppressed a slight shiver at the thought and assured myself I'd have fond memories of what turned out to be the first of many weekends with him locked in my arms while buried deep in my satisfied pussy.
I'd miss him but I would not be heartbroken because I was no longer in love with him. And despite his implications to the contrary, I knew he'd never been interested in me. That was okay because this experience with him was all about living for the moment. While it was the sweetest moment imaginable, it was still just a moment. It would end. When it did, it would be time to move on until the next moment. Hopefully, that moment would be with the right man and turn into a lifetime of love and happiness.
If I felt a tinge of regret that our moment had to end, I quickly dismissed it. That way lay trouble and I could not make the mistake of falling for him again.
Confident he'd gotten his way, he pulled his mouth from mine and put the tray on the nightstand. Then he sat on the side of the bed, just staring at me.
I stared back.
"Why do you want to put stumbling blocks between us, Sherlyn, when I just want to lose myself in you?"
I stroked his
So he hadn't just promised to marry me if I ended up pregnant. I sighed.
He touched my cheek. "If you can't accept it, I understand. I don't intend to try to coerce you into agreeing with that stance. However, if we see and sleep with each other again, I'm going to be inside you after I come. Period. End of discussion and story. That's my condition. What's yours?"
His refusal to see reason or to verbally assure me he'd marry me if I got pregnant pissed me off. As much as he disliked John, when push came to shove, Darkwater wasn't much different. He also wanted raw sex without any damn commitment. He just prettied up his demand by pretending it wasn't sex.
And John at least had finally proposed to Amber. Darkwater just wanted raw sex. Period. Recalling the few times when he'd actually stroked his bare cock in my pussy sent a jolt of need through me. It was sex all right.
"Birth control sometimes fails," I said, giving him another opportunity to assure me that I wouldn't have to worry about being a single mom.
He nodded. "So I've heard but believe it or not, it's never failed me."
"That doesn't mean it won't."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take. If you aren't, I won't try to pressure you. We can just go our separate ways."
So either he got his way or he ended our sexual relationship? Charming. "You're a selfish bastard."
He nodded. "So I've been told more than once. What's your condition or conditions, Sherlyn?"
I narrowed my gaze. "That you don't ruin things between us by falling for me."
He stiffened and then clutched me so tight I felt sure I'd have a bruise in the morning. "Why the hell would you think there's any danger of that happening?"
"For all I know, it's already happened."
"What are you smoking?"
"What else could explain your insistence on lying inside me with a cum-covered cock? It's so crazy; it makes me wonder why you insist on doing it."
"Wonder whatever you like, but don't waste any of your time worrying about me, Sherlyn. I can take care of myself. Hell will freeze over before you have to worry about me falling for you."
That stung but not as much as it once would have. Besides, I was beginning to think he was protesting too damned much. "And what if I don't believe you?"
"That's your damn problem," he said.
"Guess what? I don't believe you."
"As I said, that's your damned problem," he said again and bent to kiss me roughly and stop any response I might have made.
But what was there to say? The sexual madness we felt would probably soon burn itself out but while it raged between us, I intended to love the one I was with and fully enjoy it. At that point in my life that was all I wanted from him. I knew that's all he had to give.
When the fire between us flickered out and died, we'd both move onto other lovers. I suppressed a slight shiver at the thought and assured myself I'd have fond memories of what turned out to be the first of many weekends with him locked in my arms while buried deep in my satisfied pussy.
I'd miss him but I would not be heartbroken because I was no longer in love with him. And despite his implications to the contrary, I knew he'd never been interested in me. That was okay because this experience with him was all about living for the moment. While it was the sweetest moment imaginable, it was still just a moment. It would end. When it did, it would be time to move on until the next moment. Hopefully, that moment would be with the right man and turn into a lifetime of love and happiness.
If I felt a tinge of regret that our moment had to end, I quickly dismissed it. That way lay trouble and I could not make the mistake of falling for him again.
Confident he'd gotten his way, he pulled his mouth from mine and put the tray on the nightstand. Then he sat on the side of the bed, just staring at me.
I stared back.
"Why do you want to put stumbling blocks between us, Sherlyn, when I just want to lose myself in you?"
I stroked his
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