Page 27 of Operation Annulment
“I’m—”
“Come for me, Katy girl,” I demand, closing my teeth around her puffy pink nipple and changing up the angle of my thrusts. She comes apart with a guttural groan, shuddering violently as she drenches my hand in her release.
I suck her juices off my fingers and stand, wanting to beat my chest in victory.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word plays like a drum beat in my head as I lift her boneless body and notch myself at her entrance.
“C-condom,” she stammers, placing her palm against my chest. “We need a condom.”
I open my mouth, prepared to argue why we didn’t need one.
#1: I need to fuck her bare, the way nature intended.
#2: See #1.
The thought of filling her with my seed and making her mine forever has me ready to blow. I’ll dissect the pathology behind my behavior once the blood’s returned to my head.
For now, I force myself to put her down long enough to grab a condom and wrap it up before sliding inside her wet warmth with a low growl.
My jaw tightens as I sink deeper, stretching her body around mine. It’s taking every ounce of strength I possess to remain in control. I use the glass wall for leverage, reveling in how her green eyes lose focus as I lick the drops of water from her lips and chin. I don’t know how long we stay like that. For all I know, it could be minutes, hours, or days.
“Fuck, babe,” I pant against her mouth. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
An embarrassed flush sweeps over her face, and I squeeze the curve of her hips in warning. “Look at me. You. Are. Fucking. Perfect.” I thrust deeper with each word until her head falls back against the glass, and moan after moan spills from her pretty lips.
“Right there, right there, right there,” she babbles as her fingernails sink into the flesh of my upper back. “Please?—”
Instead of going harder, I switch to slower but deeper strokes. She rocks forward to slip her tongue between my lips, and goosebumps immediately spread over her skin.
“Oh—” Her pebbled nipples scrape against my chest, and she cages me in with her thighs before coming with a hoarse scream.
I bury myself deep, bellowing words of praise as I come so hard I see stars.
Fuck. I’ve never had this before.
Kate continues clinging to me as I shut off the water. When I try setting her on the rug so I can grab a couple of towels, her legs buckle.
“Okay, I’ve got you,” I say softly, carrying her over to the counter before reaching for the towels. When I turn back, she’s sobbing quietly into her hands.
Fuck.
I sling a towel around my waist and wrap the other around her shoulders, suddenly struck by the fear that this might have been her first time.
“You’re okay.” I stroke a hand through her damp hair before asking, “Was this, uh—was this your first time?”
Please say no…
She offers me a soft smile before shaking her head. “No.”
I feel a slight sense of relief, immediately followed by anger that someone else has seen her vulnerable like this.
That’s not psychotic or anything.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just—I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“Neither did I,” I admit
