Page 44 of I Can't Even

She twisted her head so that her face was buried in my neck, and then she was crying out, right into my ear.

I absorbed the pain of my ear drum bursting, but ultimately had no other choice but to ignore it because I was following right behind her.

I came so hard there were no hurts that could affect me.

I was flying.

So fucking high.

Never.

Never had sex been like this before.

The passion and the need, paired with the absolute certainty that it would never, ever be like this with anyone else, was fucking scary.

Did she have any fucking idea how much of my life she now held in her ‘long-fingered’ but tiny hand?

Jesus Christ.

“I think,” I said after a long second, ringing now becoming more and more obvious in my ear, “that you broke my ear drum. But I also think that I don’t really care.”

Her body started to buck as she giggled against my ear, much more softly this time than she had earlier.

“I’m sorry.” She breathed. “I…I might’ve lost control. I wasn’t thinking about anything but you.”

That made me feel like I was ten feet tall.

I twisted us, my cock falling free of her very juicy pussy, and put her on the bed beside me.

“Gotta go take care of this…” I trailed off when I heard movement outside.

Seconds later, a pounding at the door had us both turning toward her closed bedroom door.

I got up, my cock still heavy, and slipped the condom off.

She scrambled up behind me and started to yank clothes on haphazardly.

“Who is that?” she asked as she ran for the door.

Since I knew who it was, I didn’t tell her to stop. I did, however, make a mental note to let her know that she wouldn’t be answering anymore doors.

Once the condom was discarded, I stretched, lifting my arms up high over my head.

When I was done, I bent down to grab my white undershirt that had somehow made it in the bathroom doorway and turned.

As I did, I caught the look of desire on Ellodie’s face all the way across the apartment, where she’d hesitated opening the door to get her look of me.

Her gaze trailed down the length of me before it came to a stop at my cock, which was still semi-engorged.

When I gave her my full attention, she didn’t blush.

She just shrugged and said, “You can’t blame a woman for looking.”

No, I guess I couldn’t.

She watched me get fully dressed, putting on a pair of well-worn jeans that I kept in my truck, sans underwear.

The socks were next, and still she watched.

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