Page 8 of Fractured Destiny

He sits back on his heels, unbuckles his jeans and pulls out his cock. I knew it would be impressive, but it’s heavier and longer than I expected. The head is flushed dark against the cut muscle of his stomach. I spot the vein along the underside my mouth’s going to focus on later. He shakes a condom out of his wallet and I watch him roll it down his length.

I take him in hand as he kicks off the rest of his clothes. Heat from his cock pulses through the rubber. When he’s as naked as me, I line him up.

He pushes in slow. The molly heightens the sensation of my pussy opening around his cock a millimeter at a time. I feel ev-ery-thing. The thick ridge where the head meets the shaft. How he widens me and then bottoms out.

I clench around him because my body’s decided he belongs here.

His eyes are on mine the whole time. “Your pussy is heaven, baby.”

I slap his ass. “Move.”

Oh, he moves. His slow drag out and slide back in is the most vivid sexual experience I’ve ever had, and I’m no virgin. Goddamn, the friction of his pelvis hits my clit on every stroke. I gush all over his shaft. As he picks up the pace, the slap of our skin grows louder as does the smell of sweat and sex.

Intoxicating.

“Look at me when my cock’s fucking you this good,” he whispers.

Against my better judgment, I do. His eyes bore into me and I’m not sure how to react. It’s scary. He sees through me. Like he knows every single one of my secrets, and wants me anyway.

A single, hot tear runs down my cheek into my hair before I realize I’m crying. He doesn’t stop. Instead, licks my cheek and rams me until I’m stuffed full and can’t figure out what part of my body is mine or his. “I’ve got you, Neeley.”

The wrong name in his mouth snaps me out of getting sucked into some sentimental moment. I gave him my alias because this is just sex.

I won’t let it turn into anything else.

I never do.

Eager to distract him, I grab his ass and demand he fuck me harder. I scrape my nails down his back so the bright sting gives him something else to focus on besides my feelings. I even bite down on his shoulder. The clench builds. Breaks. He follows me over with a low groan, emptying into the condom.

His full weight crashes onto me. Forehead at my temple. He kisses my jaw. Slow. Lazy.

No, we are not cuddling. Tonight is about one thing and one thing only.

“Again?” I reach for his cock, delighted to find he’s still hard.

Lake peels the condom off, ties it, drops it on the floor. Reaches for another. “Fuck, yeah.”

“I’m on the pill.” I grip his wrist, stopping him.

The words float out of me easy and warm. Somewhere far under the high, my mind calculates prescriptions and dates and the math of my own body. The bottom line is, I take great precautions because I hate latex. I like a man bare. Like to feel his come drip out of me.

He searches my face. Whatever truth he’s looking for, he finds enough of it.

The second condom drops back to the floor.

Lake rolls me onto my stomach and rams into me hard. His cock is slick ,wet velvet and sears me from the inside out. Even when we’re not facing each other, sex has never felt so intimate.

The difference shocks my system.

Reaching between my legs, I rub my clit furiously and come immediately, screaming my pleasure into his pillow.

“Yes,” I wail. “Yes. Yes. Like that.”

He bites the back of my shoulder hard. Holds himself still to slow things down. His hips rotate, corkscrewing his cock deeper. He folds himself over me, one arm around my ribs, the other hand threads through my hair as he fucks me into the mattress.

I cannot.

My next orgasm is another eruption. All consuming. Lake follows me over with a low groan between my shoulder blades, my fake name in his throat. He stays inside me for a long time. Pulls out slow and I feel hot liquid trickle out of my pussy. The sheets underneath us are soaked all the way through.