Page 48 of Strider's Misstep

CHAPTER NINETEEN

STRIDER

Mid-thrust, I pause. “You are cherished. You always were.”

She gasps. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

I chuckle and resume the slow pushing in and pulling out. It’s keeping both our arousal amped up without letting us go over. I want this to last, even though I’m on a hair trigger. I know my pace is ramping up the desire inside her, and when she lets go, I’ll be experiencing something out of this world.

“I took a club girl into my bed,” I tell her, in a soothing tone. “Soon knew I wanted no one else to have her. See, she had this magical pussy that put all other women out of my mind. No one who’d come before her could compare.” I hope she understands what I’m saying. I mean, not even Anna, my wife. “I was fuckin’ addicted. I wanted to make sure the club girl wasn’t tempted to go elsewhere by using my best moves on her.”

As I pause, she snorts. “It worked. It ruined me for all others.”

I’m still slowly moving inside her, testing my controls in ways I never have. But maybe this is the moment when I can persuade her. So I take a risk. “Anna was my childhood sweetheart. Neither of us had much experience when we got together. Sex,we thought, was okay. But now I know I wasn’t giving her everything I had to offer, and she was holding something back. We outgrew each other. If…”

“If it hadn’t been for the accident, her decline, and your guilt that you’d caused her condition.” I pause my movement as she continues, “You told Chaz. Chaz told Helo, and Helo tried to make sense of it.”

“Yeah.” Resuming my unhurried pace, I press in again. “I fucked up, made another misstep when I took you to see her. Well, not that, but that I didn’t explain myself. I couldn’t… I couldn’t find the words to tell you that I loved you more than her, but it wasn’t the time to explain.”

Her vagina compresses around me, making me gasp. “I didn’t want to be second best.”

I thrust in harder. “Never second best. There’s been no one like you. No one who’s accepted me for who I am, and who loves my club. No one who I want to talk to, let alone make love. I fuckin’ want you in my life, Jasmine.”

She clenches again. “For fuck’s sake, can we stop talking?”

I grab my chance. Rolling my hips, pushing in deep, and holding still for a moment, I say, “Tell me you’re mine.”

She screams, “I’m fucking yours!”

That releases something inside me. I let go, pounding into her, intomywoman, into the old lady, wife, who’s going to be beside me forever. I’m never letting her go. For a moment, I damn the condom, as I want my release to be inside her, marking her as mine.

The air is filled with grunts, moans and the combination of both our odours. She accepts everything I give her and pushes for more. She’s tight, responsive, and I hold on until I feel her go taut, muscles gripping, rippling around my dick. I let out a roar as cum shoots from my balls and into her cunt.

I’ve spent many nights with Jasmine, but none topped this. I see stars, hell, the whole fucking universe, and it’s a good few seconds before I come back to myself.

“Jesus.” I rest my forehead down on hers.

“Mmm mmm.” Her satisfied murmur settles my worries that it was just as good for her.

We stay like that until I feel my dick softening. “Got to go take care of business,” I warn her.

“Hmm.”

I kinda like I’ve robbed her of coherent speech. I hold the end of the condom, pull out, then, “Oh fuckin’ hell.”

“Mmm. What?”

There’s no easy way to tell her. “Condom broke.”

Her body goes rigid. Putting my arms around her, I pull her up and hold her tight. “Whatever happens, I’m there with you. I meant what I said. Whatever the outcome is, I want it.”

She starts shaking. I worry she’s going into shock until I realise what the sounds are that she’s making. She’s laughing.

“Guess we’ve just got to accept Fate’s got a hand in this.”

Relieved, I kiss her hair, holding her close. I admit my most secret thoughts. “I really, really like fucking you bare.”

When she doesn’t immediately answer, I decide I’ll need to get new condoms. Find the best-rated brand, or, heaven forbid, have to wait until she goes back on the pill.

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