Page 43 of Bombshell

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I panted.

“OH GOD!” she cried out and began to jerk as she clung to me.

It was then I felt it. The rush of fluid hitting my balls and the inside of my thighs. Fucking hell! She was squirting.

Any restraint I had left was gone.

“FUCK! I want to fill that pussy up,” I groaned as I lost control of my own body and began pounding into her.

I’d give anything to rip the damn condom off and unload inside her. I wanted her to squirt on me raw. Sweet little virgin was going to own me, and I didn’t give a damn.

“AH!”

Her small yelp only drove me further.

My body jerked against her as I shouted her name. The pulse from my release caused me to tremble with each shot of cum that filled the fucking condom. By the time I finally stopped, I was lightheaded. I rolled to the side, not wanting to crush her with my weight, but pulled her body with me, not willing to break the connection yet. I wanted to stay inside of her longer.

With a shuddered breath, I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was smiling at me. A pleased look in her eyes made me grin back at her. I should be asking her if she was okay and cleaning her up, but fuck that. I wanted her like this for as long as I could have her. Once we left this bed, reality would set in. What I had done would have to be dealt with. Everything would change.

“You gonna just keep smiling at me all pretty and sweet or say something?” I teased.

She ducked her head and laughed. “What do I say?”

I reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Oh, I don’t know. You can tell me what a god I am and praise my skills.”

She lifted her head and looked back up at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. “Hmm…a god, huh?”

I nodded. “I not only gave you an orgasm your first time, but I also made you squirt.”

She licked her bottom lip and suddenly looked unsure. “That…was that what I did? I wasn’t sure, and I felt it, but…”

Unable to stop myself, I leaned down and kissed her lips. “Yeah, that’s what you did. And if I hurt you after, that’s not completely my fault. That tight little pussy squirting on me was more than I could take. I lost my control after that.”

She blushed then and shut her eyes tightly. I kissed her and started to deepen it when banging on the door interrupted me.

“OPEN THIS DOOR, MICAH, OR I WILL BREAK IT DOWN!” Pepper screamed from the other side.

Shit.

20

Dolly

Micah jumped out of bed as if he couldn’t get away from me fast enough. I grabbed the covers and pulled them up to my neck as he began to take off the condom.

“Give me a minute,” he called out to Pepper.

Why was she here? And what was she going to do when she found me in here with him? I watched, unsure of what to do, and waited for Micah to tell me something. He reached for his jeans and pulled them on.

“Dolly? Are you in there! Micah, I am going to kill you!” Pepper yelled.

I was verging on panicking when Micah looked at me and then glared at the door.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He grabbed one of his T-shirts and tossed it to me. “Put this on and…go on into the bathroom. Get a shower. I will deal with her psychotic ass.”

More banging. “MICAH, OPEN NOW!”

I scrambled to get the shirt on, then hurried off the bed and into the bathroom. Micah’s gaze followed me, but I was afraid to look him in the eye. Was he mad at me? Surely not. But then what if Pepper was mad at me and him and that made him mad at me?

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