Page 1 of Impending Consent

Chapter 1

Sailor.

“Why are you still here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

His low sultry rasp was melodic and vibrated through my skin. This man. Who knew.

“I don’t do overnight guests. That’s not my thing.” I smiled with my eyes still closed while he spread my legs with his body and sank into me.

Oh fuck. He’s a big guy.

My muscles constricted from the thick, hard dick that pressed into me. Soft warm lips met the curve of my jaw and peppered kisses up to my ear.

“I’m the exception, Sail.”

“Mmm, apparently, but don’t get too used to the idea. This won’t be a regular thing.”

“Well see about that,” he murmured seconds before he was fucking me nice and slow. Damn if these deep deliberate strokes weren’t a compelling argument as to why he would be the exception, only I didn’t do exceptions. I didn’t do anything other than enjoy my time and move on.

This man was definitely my Rival. My? He wasn’t my anything but his name, Rival, was certainly playing a role in my current state of blissful confusion. He was competing for a place in my life that would never exist. A permanent one.

God, Sail. Would it be so terrible to have this type of dick greet you every morning?

He chose that very moment to stroke me deep, so incredibly deep that my body shattered. How was that possible? Five minutes in and I was cumming.

“Wait, condom…” My eyes shot open and I was greeted with the most mesmerizing pair of brown eyes. The sunlight that filled my bedroom from the massive paneled windows highlighted flecks of brown and gold. Those eyes were intense and focused.

“Relax….”

He hit me deep once more and my orgasm intensified.

How the fuck did he do that?

“Don’t tell me to…oh fuck…” A wave of pleasure exploded in my core and traveled through my limbs. “Condom…” was all I managed to get out.

“I’m wearing one, Sail. Relax,” he assured me seconds before a thick, corded arm found its way beneath my thigh. The angle of his thrusts shifted and oh my…

I could feel him so deep. He was thick and long and…

His pace became strategic, his eyes narrowed while he studied my face. I couldn’t handle the intensity of his stare so I turned my head and closed my eyes while he fucked me with an expertise I was going to have to fight hard not to circle back to.

Rival growled and thrust one last time, hard and deep. My pussy contracted and pulsed, holding him hostage while he throbbed against my walls, soaring through his own release. I was grateful he hadn’t lied. There was a barrier there.

Oh, thank goodness.

How had I been so careless? Not only was he still here, but we were having sex. Albeit amazing, this wasn’t my thing. I didn’t do sleepovers and rarely ever double dipped, no matter how good the sex was.

As my body moved through the satisfaction of this man’s very talented dick, I smiled, thinking I might have to add a concession to my rules. Maybe I could circle back to him a few more times.

The weight of his body felt nice. I enjoyed the comfort of his presence which was odd. Usually after I came, my only thoughts were get off me and get out.

“We should probably have dinner later, to discuss a few things.” His lips brushed my forehead before he extracted his body from mine. I exhaled a sigh and turned to my side after he was no longer between my legs or in my bed.

I watched as he crossed the room with familiarity and entered the bathroom. After a few minutes he returned, still naked but no longer wearing a condom. However, he didn’t immediately go for his clothes. Instead he stood near the bed, allowing the perfect view of what had my body still tingly.

Long and thick, just like I expected. It hung heavy between his thighs and brought a smile to my face.

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