Page 59 of Strictly the Worst

I rip the tip of the foil. “Are you sure, Carmichael? It’s not too late to change your mind.”

Her smile is huge. “And lose my opportunity to enjoy your monster dick? Yes, I’m sure.”

I laugh as she reaches for me, and I’m lost as her fingers curl around my length. The feel of her palm against me makes my legs want to buckle.

“Can I put the condom on you?” she whispers.

“Have at it,” I manage to say.

It takes an act of will not to move my hips as she softly rolls it on. Her touch is so fucking perfect it makes me want to growl. I climb back in, and this time I’m the one hovering over her, staring into her delicious eyes.

“Just so you know,” I tell her. “This is my first time. So be gentle.”

She cracks up laughing and I kiss her, swallowing her giggles. She’s still grinning as I push myself against her, feeling her slowly open to me. My knees are pressing too hard against the porcelain, and I’m hunched over her in a way that will make my muscles hate me in the morning, but fuck it I’m inside Carmichael and it’s everything.

“Jesus Christ are you in all the way?” she asks.

“Not yet. Want me to stop?” I’m really not as big as she’s making out. More than average, sure, but not porn star big. Still, my ego loves her for the praise.

“No, just give me a minute.”

The way she’s staring up at me with wide, trusting eyes makes my dick twitch inside of her. Her breath catches in her throat, so I kiss it. Then her jaw, moving my lips upwards until they’re against hers.

“Okay?” I murmur.

“Okay,” she breathes.

Still kissing her, I slowly push the rest of the way, until I’m buried in her. It feels so damn good I let out a low growl and she giggles again.

I like it. I want her to laugh constantly while we fuck. So I whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to nickname your pussy the Lincoln Strangler.”

She laughs and my eyes roll back into my head. I need to concentrate because there’s no way I’m going to come before she does. I move my hand in between us, finding the bundled part of her that I know rocks her world, moving my fingers softly over it as I slide inside of her again.

“Oh my God,” she whispers in my ear and I try not to grin. “Lincoln.”

“I like it when you call me that.” I’m panting now. Trying to think of anything but coming inside of this delicious woman.

I capture her nipple between my lips and she lets out a gasp. I feel her tightening around me and I start to think she really is strangling me. What a way to die. Cock asphyxiation. Explain that one to the coroner.

“Linc!”

“Stop fighting it,” I tell her.

And she does. This time when she comes there’s water everywhere. She’s splashing around as her body lets go and then I’m coming, too. She starts laughing and I come harder, then I’m laughing too because what a fucking mess.

Water is pooled on the tiles next to us. Her hair is in wet ropes underneath me. And I’m pretty sure if I pull out of her, my cock will hate me.

“Jesus, Carmichael,” I manage to grunt out. “Where have you been hiding all my life.”

“In your hate list,” she tells me.

“I never hated you. You’re the one who hated me.” I reach down between us again, putting my fingers around the condom before I move. “I’m gonna pull out now,” I warn her.

She gives me the prettiest pout.

“Condom,” I remind her.

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