Page 98 of Walking Red Flag

A bead of precome was gathered at the very tip, and as I watched, the drop fell to the floor.

The desperate thought of ‘lick it up’ hit me, but I wasn’t that far gone.

Now, if there happened to be another drop gathered at the tip, I could lick that drop off….

I went down to my knees, my hands going to the side of his calves, as I leaned forward and allowed my tongue to come out.

He continued to stroke, and the next drop that fell happened to be directly onto my tongue.

I brought my tongue into my mouth and rubbed it against the roof of my mouth, his salty flavor bursting to life on my tastebuds.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m way too fuckin’ old to be feelin’ like I might come like a damn teenager again. What the hell hold do you have over me?”

I grinned up at him, then brought my tongue out for him to continue to stroke the tip against.

He did this for a few long seconds more before he said, “On the bed.”

I crawled over to the bed on my hands and knees.

The moment that I was on my knees with my ass up in the air, ready to flip over, he stilled me and kept me exactly where I was, pressing himself against me.

“Just the tip?” he asked as he brought the tip of his cock to my entrance and teased me with it.

I gasped, feeling the spread of my pussy.

The head of his cock was by far the widest part, bulbous and ruddy, parting my tiny pussy with laughable ease.

“Just maybe a little more than the tip,” I begged.

God, I needed him.

This need inside of me was all consuming.

And it was all for him.

“More,” I begged. “Just more.”

He pushed just a little bit more inside, pulling back far enough that he could go just that exact depth more all over again.

“Cutter,” I begged. “Please, Cutter.”

“Please what?” he asked, his voice sounding as ravaged as I felt. “Baby, we can’t. We aren’t protected.”

This game we played.

Every single time, it went like this.

Did it make me stupid to play this game with him, knowing what it could lead to?

Why did I fuckin’ love it so much?

What was done was done by now. If I was going to get pregnant, I was already pregnant.

I wasn’t missing my period yet, but if it didn’t show up tomorrow or the next day…

I snorted. “That hasn’t stopped us before.”

“Yeah, but before you weren’t fertile. Before, we weren’t playing a game with fate,” he said. “We were unprotected, but I know for a fact that you weren’t close enough to your window to…”

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