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My lips parted on a hoarse cry, my body bowing as an orgasm twisted around me, my cunt squeezing him. He cursed but didn’t slow, instead doubling down on the rhythm he created until I released a sob as my orgasm ebbed.

“I hope you’re on birth control.”

What?The alarm bells rang through me, my eyes flying open as he gave one final thrust. Heat filled me as he came hard, his head tipping back.

I stared in awe, savoring him. His expression, his body, the way his cock pumped me full of his seed. He sighed, relaxing slightly, looking at me once more. I leaned up, capturing his mouth against mine, our lips meeting again in a fevered kiss. His cock pulsed inside me, reminding me that the fullness was from him.

His kisses softened until he pressed his forehead to mine. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t ask.”

“I told you to use me,” I whispered back. My throat constricted and I averted my gaze. “I can’t have kids, so don’t worry.”

He turned my face, forcing me to look at him. “Do you want them?”

I thought about Paisleigh and her screaming. Then I thought about my mother, and her screaming. The older I got, the more I understood why my mother slowly lost her mind.

“No,” I finally said. “I don’t think I’d be a good mom.”

“I don’t think I’d be a good dad.”

For some reason, that comforted me.

He kissed my forehead gently. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have a breeding kink, though.”

A laugh bubbled up. I grinned as he leaned back and grabbed hold of my legs, pushing them far apart as he focused on my pussy. “Mmm. You’re such a mess.”

“I guess we have to take a shower again,” I said shyly.

He snorted and shook his head. He pulled out quickly and then made me squeal as he folded me in half, nestling his face between my thighs.

“Salt,” I gasped.

I couldn’t twist away. His grip on me tightened, his tongue spreading me and lapping up his cum.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Oh my god.”

“What? I like the taste of us together. I want to remember it all weekend.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond. I moaned, my head flopped back as he licked me, thorough with his cleanup. He didn’t stop until I was shaking again.

“I can’t,” I moaned. “I can’t come again.”

I felt raw and exposed. He’d used my pussy for hours and I’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d given me.

“Too bad,” he huffed.

“Salt,” I whimpered, curling my fingers in his dark hair.

But he didn’t let up, his tongue working my clit as he slid two fingers inside me, coaxing my pleasure to the surface again, forcing me back to the edge.

“I can’t.”

“I’m not really giving you a choice,” he said.

I gripped the blankets, bucking against him as he kept teasing me. Every muscle coiled as he patiently played with me, not letting up until I was a panting, wet mess.

He knew I was close. I thought I didn’t have anything left in me, but I was wrong. His fingers slid in and out faster, his tongue circling my clit relentlessly until finally—I came for him again, a euphoric rush burning me up.

“Good girl,” he praised as I came down from the high.

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