Keeping one hand spread wide on the base of her back, I stroked a little bit deeper. She shuddered in reaction, arching her spine. It forced my cock deeper, and the snug heat of her tight ass felt good .
The pretense fell away, and Whitley moaned out my name. "Oh, Jake, please ."
I gripped her hips, steadying her as I thrust forward deeper. She cried out and I tensed, waiting. But Whitley said nothing, just kept up those raw, hungry moans, and I moved harder, faster .
She thrashed against me as the climax hit her, hard and fast. Catching her ponytail, I pulled her up onto her knees and bit her neck. "Again, Whitley. You know that's not good enough for me." I caught one of her wrists and guided it between her thighs .
She went still, then began to rock back and forth between her hand and the cock invading her ass. I'd come after she came again. Or a second. Hell, maybe even a third time .
She collapsed forward, and I eased her down, then pulled out, holding the condom in place as my cock popped free from the snug grip of her ass .
Whitley rolled on to her side and smiled up at me, and I had to remind myself to smile back. "I'm going to clean up," I said, turning away instead of bending down to give her a kiss like I normally would have .
In the bathroom, I closed the door and leaned against it for a minute. I didn't bother asking myself what the problem was. I already knew .
Michelle.
She was my problem – and that just meant I had an even bigger problem .