Page 32 of Rather: The Therapist

Wrong fucking move, Priest. I chastised, knowing exactly what those consequences were. Going in raw meant staying in raw and would result in the birth of a child with a woman I had no connections to, wasn’t supposed to have connections to, and didn’t know from a fucking can of paint.

No.

I pulled away from the bed, reeling from the momentary bliss. She was as warm and welcoming as I’d imagined, but so much better.

“Continue.”

With her secretion covering my pole, I began to stroke it. My pace matched hers. Together, we found a rhythm that brought us both to the very edge of our seats.

“Ummm. Fu— Uhhhhh.”

“Eyes.”

Up on her elbows, immediately, Rose stared daggers into my chest. Her pretty face was distorted. Pleasure disrupted her features. Still, she was so fucking striking.

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling the rise that always came before the fall. “Fuck.”

“Uhhhhh. Uhhhh. Ummmmmm. Oh my G— Uhhhh.”

Semen sprouted from my dick as I continued to fist it, unable to release it from my grasp. Simultaneously, Rose’s center was covered in a cream, ultra thick glaze. Her speciality.

“Mmmmm.” She froze in place, fingers dripping with evidence of her peak.

I managed to turn my shit loose. It was still rock hard, still ready to aim and shoot when I made it to the wash area. I grabbed a new towel, one for me and one for Rose. Once the water was at a decent temperature, I wet them both.

Mine was left in the sink as I used the second to carefully clean the mess she’d made. She was sensitive to touch. When I climbed on top of her, peering down at her, I noticed the laziness of her lids.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like the full day of rest I got to prepare for tonight wasn’t enough.”

“It wasn’t,” I proclaimed. “Under the covers, my dear.”

I cleaned myself back at the sink and discarded both towels. There were more to choose from. New towels would be ready upon our return. Linen was not an issue. That had been made clear in the informative pamphlet.

With an entire box of condoms in tow, I strolled across the room. I emptied them into the stand next to the bed. Forty were inside the container. It would be a while before I needed more.

One didn’t make the drawer. I rolled it down my dick and tossed the wrapper into the trash next to the stand.

She’s tired. I thought, knowing exactly how to put her to sleep. Staying a night at The Mansion wasn’t ideal, but I wouldn’t regret waking up to Rose. Having her in my arms didn’t feel like a bad decision even if it happened to be.

I peeled the covers back and joined Rose underneath them. Immediately weary of her distance, I pulled her closer and into my chest where she belonged. As I flexed my triceps, locking her in place, I used my left hand to navigate my dick through, now, familiar territory.

“Sssssssssss.” She released as I entered her.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, face nestled in her hair.

From behind, I held her body close to mine as I stroked her with precision.

Satisfied grunts, groans, and mumbles escaped us both as we basked in contentment. For the moment. For each other. For the night.

Fuck.

In and out.

In and out.

She smelled divine. Her fragrance was being ingrained in my senses with each whiff. Her body fit against mine like a missing puzzle piece. The moans erupting from her mouth every few seconds were enough to send me into a state of ecstasy.

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