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But no. I couldn’t get ahead of myself. I needed to understand the impetus for his confession.

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, areyou?”

Donal's lips twitched but he fought his smirk. “No, I’m not just saying that.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “You know about mydad.”

I nodded. “I do, but just because he has more kids than Abraham, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have some of your own. Not if you truly wantthem.”

“I don’t,” he rushed to assure me, and then his cheeks turned pink. “Would you believe me if I told you I asked my doctor about getting a vasectomy.”

My jaw fell open. “Youdid?”

He scratched his stubble. “Yeah, he told me I was an idiot, so I made an online appointment for one of those in-and-out same day clinics. They took one look at me when I showed up for my appointment and flat out refused to doit.”

“When wasthis?”

Donal scrunched up his nose and raised his eyes to the ceiling while he mentally calculated. “Six months ago? No, seven. It turns out doctors don’t like cutting off the swimmers for a healthy young male in his physical prime. They told me to use condoms and come back when I was older and in a healthy, committed relationship where I’d discussed it with my partner first.”

We stared at each other for a long moment, our faces going from serious to silly.

“You know what these means, don’t you?” he asked and I shook my head because I couldn’t even begin to guess what it meant from where he was sitting.

Donal tugged the sheet from my naked body and pulled me into his lap. When he swiped his thumb over my nipple, it furled for him and he chuckled and blew on it. Then, with a wicked glint in his eye, he took it his mouth and sucked, his cheeks hollowing out as he tongue swirled over me. When an involuntary moan escaped from between my lips, he let go with a loudpop.

“It means,” he growled, his eyes going feral and his cock growing impossibly large between my thighs, “that I can fuck youbare.”

Donal reached between us and zeroed in on my pussy, well used from his earlier ministrations. And even though I was tender, within a matter of moments, I was ready to go againtoo.

“Are you sure?” I asked, wrapping my thighs around his waist to anchor me to him, my wet pussy rubbing over his steel shaft as I rocked my hips along his length.

Donal smiled victoriously and then sheathed himself to the hilt with one strong thrust. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” he answered, spearing his fist in my hair and pulling me forward for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. It was raw and messy … our fucking the same. He clasped me to him, his arms banding tight around my middle as he licked and laved my bouncingtits.

With his grunts and my keening wail filling my bedroom, I’d never been more turned on in my life. All of my nerve endings were firing at once and for the first time, I let go of all of my worries and inhibitions and just let myself feel. I wasn’t sucking in my stomach, or obsessing about the stretch marks on my tits. I wasn’t worried about whether it was good for him too because the noises he made and the enthusiasm with which he was pounding my pussy told me he was having the time of hislife.

And so was I. Sex had never been this fun, this unbridled—this wanton and free. I didn’t know how I’d ever go back to how it’d been before.

Before I could let that sour thought corrode my enjoyment, I kissed him hard. As I pulled away, he bit my lip, the sharp sting tugging at something dark and primitive in my core. I kissed him again, stars dancing behind my closed eyes as my orgasm crashed overme.

“Holy shit,” he whispered into my neck as his hips surged forward. “Holy fucking Christ.”

And then he followed me over theedge.

When his orgasm had pulled the last tremor from his body, Donal laughed and rested back on his palms as I rolled off him and onto my back. Leaning over to stare down into my eyes, he said, “This is the best fucking day of mylife.”

And it occurred to me that it ranked right up there for metoo.

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