Page 80 of About That Night

Her chest rises up and down, and her skin turns red above her breasts, spreading across her collarbone. She obediently moves her legs apart, displaying herself for me in invitation.

Settling in between her thighs, I barely have a chance to taste her before she’s shoving at my head, knocking me away from her.

“No. I don’t want to come yet.”

Chastity rolls over and yanks open her nightstand drawer. I spot a vibrator in there, which will make for fun at a later date. Tonight, that bad boy has to take a back seat to the real deal. She pulls out a box of condoms and tosses it at me. It almost takes out my eye.

“Why do you have condoms?” I ask, and immediately want to punch myself in the face.

Now isn’t the time, asshole.

“After New Orleans, I realized I can’t expect a man to be the one who is prepared. That I need to take responsibility if I want to be sexually active.”

It doesn’t escape my attention that the box is unopened. I try not to express triumphant gleefulness. “That’s smart, sweetheart. I appreciate you even more right now than I already did.”

“You’re glad the box is unopened. It’s written all over your face, Hank.”

I try to look innocent. I scoff. “I already know you haven’t been having sex. Of course the box isn’t open.” I rip at the cardboard. “Look. It is now.”

The size is wrong. That’s obvious the second I roll it onto my hard cock. It doesn’t help that she’s lying on her back again, legs wide open, brushing the palms of her hands over her nipples.

“This condom doesn’t fit me,” I tell her. “It’s too tight. It’s strangling me.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not! Look at it. It doesn’t fit. It’s cutting off my circulation.”

She studies me. “I thought guys like cock rings.”

“This isn’t a cock ring. It’s latex, and it’s over my whole dick. I swear, I’m not trying to be difficult, but babe, it actually hurts.”

“You can’t take it off. Just roll it down a little. It does look a little…purple.” She makes a face.

I do as she suggests, and it does ease the squeeze a bit. “That’s better. Holy shit.”

“So you’re bigger than average?” she asks. “If these don’t fit?”

“I don’t mean to brag, but yes.” It’s just facts.

“Wow. Then I deep-throated a bigger-than-average dick. I feel pretty proud of myself.”

That makes me laugh and reach for her. “Yes, you did. I’m proud of you too. I think you deserve a reward for that.” She didn’t actually deep-throat me, but I’ll let her figure that out at a later date.

I lap at her pussy again, and this time I don’t take no for an answer. She comes on my mouth, hard, in thirty seconds. Damn, she’s something else.

Sliding up beside her, I slap her ass lightly. “Sit on my face. We’re going to do that again.”

“What?” She sounds absolutely scandalized and very, very intrigued. “I…don’t know how.”

“Put your legs on either side of my head, and just lower yourself. You don’t have to hover. I can take all your weight.”

“I’m going to crush you.”

“No, you’re not.” She’s shifting, awkwardly settling herself on my chest. I grip her ass and scoot her up further.

“How are you going to breathe?”

“Don’t worry about me. Hold onto the headboard and relax. I’ll do everything.”

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