Page 63 of Pelvic Flaws

I didn’t require any more of an invitation and inched forward, moving my mouth over hers. As I threaded a hand through her hair, Katie let out a quiet moan and her lips parted. It was all I needed to push my tongue inside her mouth and entice her to kiss me back. It was slow and deliberate, as our tongues swept against each other’s and our teeth nipped. When Katie placed a cool palm against my jaw and softly dragged her nails along, the desire to push her onto her back was incredible, but I knew I had to handle her with care. This woman needed to be treated with tenderness and respect.

As I thought about breaking the kiss, Katie got up onto her knees and pushed herself closer. Her tits brushed against my chest and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped. My dick was pushing against my zipper and the downside of never wearing underwear was pretty evident. It was fucking painful and I felt sure when I undressed later there’d be a zipper imprint down the length of my dick.

Leaning in to me, Katie pushed me backwards and before I knew it she was on top of me. Her kisses were desperate and she was breathing hard. My hand gripped tighter in her hair that was becoming messier by the minute and her top was riding up and I could feel the coolness of her skin through the cotton of my shirt.

“Katie,” I groaned, as I kissed along her jaw. “I think we need to stop, darlin’.”

“Really?” she gasped breathlessly, her mouth searching for mine.

“Yes, ‘cause if we don’t I ain’t gonna be getting you home for ten.”

Katie let out a disgruntled, disbelieving ‘ugh’ which made me smile big.

“Please,” I begged, as she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth.

She tsked and went to push off me, but her knee was totally in the wrong place so that it pushed straight into my dick.

“Aaagh, fuuuck,” I cried as the feeling of an explosion in the pit of my stomach took over.

“Oh my god,” she squealed. “I’m so sorry. Dex are you okay?”

As she moved to get up, she kneed me again. It wasn’t as hard, but added to the thudding pain I was already feeling, it did not help matters.

“Katie, fuck. Move your damn knee,” I gritted out. “Fuck.”

Katie edged backwards, pushing herself gingerly away from me, allowing me to bring my knees up to my stomach. I rolled to my side, taking in deep breaths, trying desperately not to cry. Fucking child birth could not possibly be as painful as a knee to the balls – fucking fact.

“Do you need me to do anything?” she asked, her voice full of desperation. “Anything at all? What about a cold flannel?”

“Nope,” I groaned through clenched teeth. “Just need to let the pain pass.”

I blew out short breaths and moving to my back, dropped my knees and placed a flat palm on my stomach.

“How is it?” Katie asked, and before I could say anything she reached out a hand and placed it on my junk.

“No!” I shouted. “Don’t fucking touch it.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You moved. Oh shit. I’ve maimed you for life.”

I squinted open an eye and looked at her. Her pretty face was crestfallen as she looked down at me, still on her knees.

“I’m so sorry, Dex,” she whispered, a quake in her voice.

“Hey, don’t get upset. It’s fine.”

It really wasn’t fucking fine, but I’d survive – my balls maybe not, but I’d be okay.

“I’m such an idiot,” Katie whimpered. “I can’t do anything right.”

With a grunt and a lot of effort, I pushed up and took her hand in mine. She tried to pull back, but even with pulsating balls, I was stronger and dragged her close.

“Hey, don’t say that,” I said against her forehead. “It was an accident. I’m gonna be fine, darlin’.”

“But I might have damaged you forever,” she cried, putting her hands on my biceps and trying to push me away.

“I’m sure you haven’t. Anyways, I think my baby making days are over.”

“Oh God,” she groaned, burying her head against my shoulder. “That makes it worse.”

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