Page 107 of Passed Ball

"This is going to be fast and dirty." Everytime we're together I'm fighting to hang on a little longer to make sure it's as good for her as it is for me. "Tell me that's okay--that I can be a little rough with you tonight."

She's still drenched from earlier and I slide against her with ease. My teeth clamp down on her shoulder, stifling my groan.

"Yes. Fuck," she gasps. "That feels--it's so good--god, Xavier."

I let myself sink into the moment, flexing my hips and sliding my cock through her slickness again, soaking my cock. "I'm going to bury myself so deep that you'll carry me with you even when I'm not here."

"Do it," she begs.

My crown nudges her entrance and I'm about to push in when I realize there's a problem.

I don't have a condom.

"Shit," I groan, pulling my hips back.

"What--no."

"Sweetheart, I don't have protection. I need to . . ."

"I have an IUD!" she practically shouts, making me freeze.

Chapter 45

Vivienne

Words continue to pour out of me. I should shut up, let him process, but I can't. It feels too right. So I keep babbling like the idiot his dick has reduced me too.

"I've never gone without protection and I get checked regularly. Everything's good--I'm good," I rush out. God, this is stupid. He's got a baby upstairs--this was supposed to be just sex. And yet, I can't bring myself to take the offer back. Because that's what it is. I'm draped over his counter, the mess I made sticking to me, ass up, offering him every piece of me.

"You're killing me. Tell me you're sure you want me like this--that you're not wrapped up in the moment."

I twist as much as I can, finding those pleading baby blues in the dim kitchen lights. "I want this." And I mean it, what I feel for himisreal, that much I'm certain of. I care deeply for Xavier, even if serious still scares the shit out of me.

Urgent need has my hips shifting beneath him, seeking out friction, but he stays still.

"Goddamn," he groans, his breath fanning over the back of my neck.

Past Vivienne would be shocked to see me like this. Sweaty, covered in my own release, and basically begging this man to fuck me raw. But she didn't know what it was like to want someone with every breath you take. She'd been so deprived for so long that she couldn't even imagine the rapture that takes over when he's near. It's potent and hot and Ineedhim, now.

"Xavier. I can't wait any longer. Please give me your cock--all of it."

That does it. He lines himself up, pressing in with a feral groan. "Fuck--it's so good. You're so perfect. Never going to stop wanting you.Youwere made for me."

If I wasn't already a sopping mess, the praise he pours over my skin along with his kisses would ruin me. Without a barrier between us, I can feeleverything. It's unreal.

With one quick snap of his hips, he buries himself deeper, and I'm clamoring for a grip on the edge of the counter. The sounds that leave me are incoherent.

"Shit. Ah. Xavier."

I slip against the counter as he draws out and drives back in, his hand wrapping around my hip to soften the force. This is the sloppiest, messiest fuck of my life and I love it.

"Vivienne. Fuck, sweetheart."

We are both half sentences and ragged breaths, reduced to the need between us.

With a gentleness that has no business being in the same room as his punishing thrusts, Xavier sweeps my hair off my face, gathering it in his fist before he tugs, bringing me flush with his chest.

"You're a fucking dream, the way you take my cock. This ass . . ." He releases my hip, drives up into me, and spreads my cheeks with his free hand. "I want this. Let me add it to the list."

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