Page 51 of I Can't Even

I closed my eyes and tried to count to ten, but her next words had my heart racing.

“I’m on birth control,” she said. “That was actually one of the things I had you get out of the bathroom this morning that I forgot.”

The white package that looked like my medication at home.

I remembered.

“I’m clean,” I said, not quite believing I was considering doing someone bare.

I’d never done it before.

Dad was a stickler when we were growing up about letting us boys know that we always needed to wrap it up.

And my mom had been as unobtrusive as possible, always making sure we were supplied with condoms without asking anything about the hows or whys.

I always had condoms.

I may not fuck everything with a brain, but I still had sex on a semi-regular basis. And I was always prepared.

Except, apparently, with Ellodie Solaire.

“I’m clean, too,” she breathed. “Please, Quaid. Pretty please.”

“Since you beg so nicely,” I said as I lined my cock up and slammed inside.

She squeaked. I saw Jesus.

And we were both coming within four strokes.

My hands on her hips tightened, and the moment she was pulsing around me, I gave in.

I’d never felt anything so fucking good in my life.

It was, by far, the best experience I’d ever had.

I couldn’t wait to do it again, and maybe last longer than twenty seconds.

When we both came down from our highs, we were panting and hanging on to each other for dear life.

“That was…” she started.

“Perfect,” I finished for her.

“Very perfect,” she agreed.

Then the knocking started on the bathroom door, and I cursed.

Pulling out of her, my eyes automatically went to her ass, where I could watch my cum leak down her leg as I left her.

It was just as hot as feeling her bare.

I’d always witnessed it on the porn I watched. It was one of my favorite things to see.

But I’d never experienced it before.

It was officially my new favorite thing.

“Give me a minute,” I growled when the knocking continued.

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