Page 33 of Shy Girls write it Better
“Ahhhhh.”
He laughed against her; he’d just gotten started.
His fingers joined his tongue, teasing, coaxing, pinching, ignoring the way she scratched his back and asked for pity, screaming his name at the top of her lungs.
“Pleaaaaase!”
Finally, she came apart, her juices coating his chin.
Carter removed his trousers and placed himself at her entrance, hovering there for a little while.
“Are you ready for me, Cassandra Franklin?”
She nodded slowly, her eyes wide.
“Speak.”
“Yes.Yes, please.”
“Yes, what?”he asked, gliding his dick against her clit.
“Please, do it.”
“Do what?”
He was teasing her and enjoying every second of it.So was she.
“Please put your fucking monster cock inside me this instant, or I may have to castrate you, Carter Harris!”
They both laughed; how crazy was that?He’d never associated sex with laughter before.Or with… any of what he was feeling right now.
Wet as she was, he went in easily at first, but Christ, the woman was tight as fuck, gripping him firmly.
He breathed out with difficulty, willing his balls to cooperate.It wouldn’t do to embarrass himself and come right away.He pushed his hips out and back in a little further, again and again, until finally he was lodged to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass at each thrust.
God, she felt so good.So soft, so wet… Nothing had ever been as good as this before.
Suddenly, he realized why.
“Shit.Are you on any contraception?”
Heneverforgot condoms.Never.Today, he had.
Why wasn’t he freaking out?Why wasn’t he stopping his hips from bringing them both closer to the brink at a maddening rhythm?
“No,” she replied, as her fucking pussy tightened even more around him.Shit, so close.
“I can pull out.”
It was going to take everything out of him, but he could.Possibly.Maybe.
“Say fuck it,” he told her, pounding harder.
“Fuck it!”
Shit.They might be making a child right now.A little Cassie.
“I’m gonna come, Cass.Get there!”
