Page 118 of Finding Our Reality

Moaning, screaming, panting.

It’s fucking amazing.

I slowly pull my head from between her legs. Trailing my tongue up her stomach, I lick the mound of her large breast. Maturity has settled in her curves. Her breasts are heavier now, hanging from her body at a different angle.

They’re perfect. She’s perfect.

She bucks against me when I playfully bite her pebbled nipple. The dark brown skin is too perfect to ignore.

Reaching for a condom, I sit back on my knees and roll the latex over my throbbing erection. Lulu watches my every move. Her eyes widen in delight. Instead of pulling me down on top of her, though, she sits up, scrambling to her knees, mimicking my stance.

“Lulu?”

“You’ve had sex with a lot of women.”

I definitely don’t like the start of this conversation, but there’s no point in lying. “Yes.”

She tries to hide the pain, but I can still see it written all over her face. Plain as day. Like a flashing neon sign.

She swallows. “How many times have you had sex without a condom? I mean, with how many women? I’m not actually asking you to remember the exact number of times.”

But that’s an easy number to remember. “None.”

“None? Never? You’ve never had sex without a condom?”

“No. Never.”

She takes a deep breath. Her breasts bounce with the movement. “You and I always used a condom. And, still, I ended up pregnant.”

Visions of Reality pierce my soul, filling me with longing for my daughter. “Yes.”

She shifts on the mattress, firming up her stance. When her legs move, the scent of her arousal wafts through the air. “Have any other women come to you with pregnancy scares?”

“No. Never.”

She purses her lips, letting the information sink in. “I’m on birth control now. I take a pill every morning.”

Is this conversation going where I think it’s going? My heart stops beating, my vision blurs, my dick hardens even more. “I know. I see you take your birth control pill every morning.”

Her gaze travels down my body. Her fists curl, slowly scratching the sides of her thighs. “I want to feel you inside of me. Just you. Nothing between us. No barriers.” Her caramel eyes are swirled with ribbons of black passion. “Do you want that too? Do you wanna have me like that, Ry?”

I open my mouth, but I choke on the words. Nothing comes out. All I can do is nod.

She leans forward, carefully taking possession of my cock. With tender fingers, she rolls the condom from my body and tosses it on the floor. Flames of excitement ignite in my stomach, tightening my muscles. She swirls her thumb around, coating me with a drop of my own pre-cum.

Pressing on my shoulders, she rolls me over on my back and straddles me. Her fingertips dig into my pectorals. Getting into just the right position, she slowly lowers her body onto mine.

One delicious inch at a time.

Kill. Me. Now.

The bastard who said wearing the thinnest condom is just like wearing nothing at all, is a liar. It’s a lie. A complete and total fabrication. Because nothing has ever felt this good in my entire thirty-three years.

The second her body is flush with mine, she presses down even farther, wanting more. And I give it to her. Grabbing her hips, I thrust as deep as I can. Lulu’s head rolls back and she screams. Needing a moment to gain my composure, I lie back against the pillow, close my eyes, and breathe. It’s taking all of my strength not to blow my load this very minute.

Her heat. Her moisture. The ridges of her wall.

I’m lost in my own bliss when I realize that she’s not moving. She’s panting like she’s run a marathon, but she’s not moving.

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