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"Don't move."
And Lola is a good girl this time because she listens. At least until I'm balls deep inside of her and she decides to start talking again. "Shouldn't we be using a condom?"
No.
"Why?" I grunt. "Afraid of getting pregnant?"
She glances back over her shoulder at me. Eyes soft and sad. She thinks I'm teasing her. That it would be my worst nightmare if I got her pregnant. It should be. But all my dick wants is to cleanse her of anyone else who came before me. If I fill her with enough of me than it will like nobody else ever existed.
"I'm on the pill," she assures me.
It doesn’t reassure me. I'm a selfish bastard who wants selfish things. I want Lola. I want to own her so I can do this whenever I want. I want to take away my choice in the matter so I can make-believe that what I’m doing isn’t wrong. I want her any way I can get her.
I thrust inside of her. "Then I guess there's nothing to worry about."
I close my eyes and shudder at the feeling of her wrapped around me this way. It’s like warm silk. And she’s so good for me. So pliable and soft and sweet. If I had a bottle of champagne right now, I’d spray it all over her so I could lick it off. We’d get drunk and order dessert and eat until our bellies were full only so we could fuck all over again.
"Did you know that science has proven male DNA can stay inside of a woman after sex forever?"
What the fuck?
"Lola," I growl. "Stop fucking talking."
"I'm just... I'm thinking... or wondering about all the women you've been with, and..."
I stop thrusting. "Look at me."
She turns her head and looks back at me. "You are the only woman I've ever fucked raw. Got it?"
She looks skeptical. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
I might be a lot of things, man whore included. But I’m always careful. The last thing I ever intended to do was bring a child into my fucked-up life. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. I want to impregnate her. I want to ruin her. It’s so fucked up, and it’s wrong, but my dick doesn’t care.
This is Lola. The Antichrist. The woman who can fuck me up with just a single glance. I can’t think straight when I’m in her presence, and I certainly can’t think straight when I’m inside of her.
"That's really... I don't even know what to say."
I shouldn't care. My cock is buried in her honey pot right now, and the only thing I should be thinking about is her pussy and her tits and maybe what she’d look like in a lesbian threesome. But now that she's brought it up...
"Did Tom fuck you like this?"
She glares at me. "Stop talking about Tom."
"Don’t be a hypocrite,” I snipe. "I’ll stop talking about him when I’m good and ready. Now answer the question.”
"No," she says. "He didn't. You're the only one for me... too."
Fuck. Yes.
I've got my mojo back.
I curl my fingers into her hips and squeeze her as I thrust deep. It's hard. It's probably rougher than it should be. But she’ll adapt. The pain in my leg is making me erratic and short-sighted. All I can think about is the relief. All I want to do is drain my aching dick inside of her and make her take all of it. I need to claim her this way. I need to make her mine until I believe her.
My balls slap against her pussy. My hips bounce off of her ass. My desk rattles with every impact. And Lola is winded, making garbled and unintelligible sounds. She’s not used to it, but she will be.
I lean forward and push my thumb against her lips. "Suck."
