Page 38 of Aim Assist

"So good, baby girl. Just open up and take me in. Just like that, angel. Fuck, you feel so good."

"So do you," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulder. "Stop taking it so fucking slow."

"I don't want to hurt you, angel. Relax."

Her ankles cross behind me, still encased in those sexy fucking heels of hers, and she lifts her hips, pulling me in without warning.

My cock slides home, where it belongs, and I see fucking stars.

"More," she demands, despite the pain I can see on her face.

"Wait, angel. Relax."

"No. I need more. Right now. Just fuck me already. Jesus fucking Christ!"

The way she's trying to climb onto my dick, shoving harder against me, it's impossible to deny what she wants.

So I don't.

Every thrust is met with an answering moan.

It's romance after dark.

It's obscene.

It's primal.

It's dirty and sexy as fuck.

It's everything I've ever wanted sex to be, and I never want it to end.

Even when my balls tighten, telling me I'm about to burst. Even when her cadence of moans and gasps increase and I can feel the walls of her vagina fluttering around me. Even when I come with a roar, desperately fighting to thrust to the very end, to give her pleasure for just that little bit longer.

I'm undone by the feel of her sweet heat tightening around me, by the way her legs flex, and by the panicked, breathless prayers that fall from her beautiful lips. "Oh, my God. Oh my God. Ohmygod."

She screams when she shatters.

Her face scrunches up in pleasure when her orgasm hits, only to relax in the aftermath.

The rhythm of my hips slows as I'm milked clean by the greedy pull of her vagina, and only then do I realize I didn't ask her about birth control.

Shit. Way to fuck everything up. And now I have to ask her the unsexiest question ever, way too late.

"Uh. Amy…"

"Pill," she says in a languid sigh, as though already knowing what I was going to ask.

And she's right.

"Oh. That's good."

Talking in short sentences is all we can manage through the gasps.

She's caged between my arms as I keep myself lifted over her. I don't want to roll off her yet. Cuddling sounds great, actually—I want to hold her all night, if I can.

But watching her face like this?

Bliss.

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