Page 164 of The Fake Date Agreement

“Javier?” she moans, her back arching, hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them. “I need you. Please…”

I’m shaking as I tell myself that we could do this, and I’d pull out before I come. But that would be a lie to myself and to her. If I get an inch inside her, I’m not pulling out.

I grasp her hips, holding her where she is so I’m not tempted to push her back and onto me the way I want to.

“We don’t have a condom,” I tell her.

And because we don’t, we shouldn’t be doing this.

She looks down at me, cheeks flushed, nipples pebbled.

“Tobie?” I stare up at her.

“I don’t want to stop.” Her whisper is an electric current shocking my heart.

My fingers flex on her hip, and I stop breathing as she moves. I should be stopping her—stopping myself—but I’m guiding her back as she settles over my cock.

Body trembling, eyes glazed with lust, she rises to her knees and sinks onto me.

We both groan.

Her pussy squeezing me as I push into her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s tight. Her sex is wet and hot.

“I feel you stretching me,” she moans.

And we’re not using a condom.

“Fuck. I should stop,” I breathe as I stare at my dick impaling her.

She rises before I’ve slid deep and sinks again, taking more of me. My cock is glistening from her body, and I harden as I watch myself slide in and out of her. I’m half buried inside her, her slick heat compressing my cock as her soft whimpers make me throb.

The next time she rocks, I lift my hips as she sinks, drawing her down harder on me.

Before I’ve fully buried myself in her, I’m taking over, rolling her onto her back and spreading her thighs so the next thrust is deeper. My balls slap against her ass as I bottom out in her and then hold myself there for a second, my eyes fixed on the point where we’re joined.

How can she have taken me so deep?

“Javier,” she whimpers, shifting beneath me, “I need you.”

My balls tighten.

As I pick up the pace, the wet sound of sex fills the room. The perfect feel of her pussy, the knowledge that nothing is between us, is making me lose all reason.

I grip her wrists, pinning both over her head as I move, each hard thrust pushing her up the bed as my balls slap under her ass.

She blinks at me, hazel eyes half lidded and so sexy I struggle to focus.

I claim her lips again, her legs wrapping around my waist, back arching as I feel her pussy start to pulse.

I need more from her. Always have. Always will.

I taste her skin. I taste every part of her I can, heat rising from our skin, sweat coating our slick bodies so we squirm together.

She shatters, hips bucking, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as her pussy clenches around me, dragging me into my release.

I pound into her, groaning her name, needing to be just a little deeper. Fuck. My cock jerks. I strain to go further, gripping the tops of her shoulders, shoving her down the bed, and holding her tight against me as I fill her with my cum.

It just keeps going.

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