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‘No, don’t,’ I say, reaching behind me and grabbing nothing but air.
‘I’m sure they’ve had stranger requests.’
‘No, I mean, I want you. And I can’t imagine being tortured another minute while we wait for a prophylactic delivery.’
‘Are you complaining?’
‘Yes, Mr Smug. I need you to fuck me,’ I answer bluntly. More bluntly than I’ve ever been before. ‘I’ve had a million tests since Rob-... since he... so if you—’
‘You know what they call couples who rely on pulling out?’ Before I can answer, his brow tightens further as he grunts, ‘Parents.’
‘I’m on the pill.’
‘That changes things a little,’ he says, still scowling. ‘Though the last time I fucked without a condom, you were probably still in school.’
‘What?’ I answer with a little squeak.
But he doesn’t reply as he lines himself up, his jaw flexing as he curses again. Then he drives himself inside, expelling a long, throaty groan.
I cry out, still watching over my shoulder as his eyes roll closed. He tilts his head back as though savouring the moment as my insides clench their pleasure around him.
‘Keep doin’ that,’ he says, blowing the words out on a long breath, his thick lashes fluttering as his eyes open once again. ‘And this won’t last very long.’
‘So do it,’ I whisper, pushing back against him.
‘Do it? You mean fuck you—like this?’ He pulls back, pushing back into my pussy deliciously slow. ‘Or maybe like this?’ My hips in his hands, he drives in fast, skin slapping skin with the impact, once, twice, three times.
‘Yes!’ I cry out, any of that—all of that.
He alternates his movements between slow thrusts and solid drives until I don’t know where my body ends and his begins—until I don’t know if I’m crying out his name, or just straight up cursing, or if my words make any sense.
He flicks open my bra, my breasts bouncing free before he slides a hand under me to adjust the tilt of my butt. The change of angle alters the depth of his thrusts, and with it, the tone of my cries as he pushes down on my back.
Keir’s tempo changes as he groans, thrusting firmly again and again. His pace is unyielding, and I push my ass back against each of his thrusts as my climax approaches with a frightening speed, the tension twisting and building with the collision of skin.
Higher and higher it spirals, pushing all the air from my chest until I come loudly, my mind fragmenting, my body flexing and arching as it clenches through its release.
With one solid thrust, he grinds against me, and I think that’s it—he’s come, too. But then he pulls out, and covering my body with his, he works his length between the cheeks of my butt.
The experience is... I don’t have any words. And it doesn’t last long as his body lifts from mine. I turn my head again... just in time to see him painting my ass and the backs of my stockings with lashings of his cum.
Chapter 9
KEIR
‘That was... ’
Lying on my back, I can’t speak. Can’t answer her. It was fucking at its finest. I can barely remember the last time I had a woman in my arms, never mind underneath me. But all I know is, I don’t remember any first fuck being as intense and as dirty as that.
The sight of her riding my hand.
The picture of her undulating above me, nipples peeking out from her splayed fingertips.
The way the head of my cock looked sliding between her arse cheeks.
Her silky stockings stained with my cum.
And bare—skin to skin inside of her.Fuck.
