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My eyes begin to adjust to the dark, so I look down at this magnificent woman. I don’t know when she did it, but at some point she took off her shirt, her heavy tits bouncing in her bra as her red lips swallow me. And there they are—the red nails. Working me. Stroking me in tandem with her mouth. I dreamt of this. Fantasized. Stroked myself to the image of those nails around my cock.
This is better. So much fucking better.
“Bra off,” I say through clenched teeth.
She doesn’t hesitate. And she doesn’t take her eyes off me as she stops what she’s doing, releasing the front clasp of the black lace bra.
“Fucking perfect,” I say.
I lift her up, bringing her lips to mine in a hard kiss when I realize I’m a damn idiot.
“What?” she asks as I suddenly pull away. “Is everything okay?”
“I don’t have a fucking condom.”
“Oh babe,” she says, bringing me in and stroking her fingers down my cheek. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. And you’re it for me.”
I let out a sigh of relief as I bring her into me. “And you’re it for me.”
I kiss her again, just as hard as before. “Now turn around,” I direct, spinning her around so she’s facing the wall. “Hold on, beautiful.”
Making sure she’s placed her hands on the wall, I pull down her leggings and line up my cock to her center, sliding right into her. Holy fuck. Feeling Betsy for the first time without a condom is…heaven. That’s what this is. She’s fucking heaven.
“This is going to be quick,” I grunt, slamming into her as I hold onto her hips.
“Yes, please,” she says, leaning over a little more.
I thrust into her over and over, her ass jiggling with every pump. Fuck, I could stare at this all day. She throws her head back, and I allow myself to take each of her tits in my hands. I squeeze them, holding on for dear life as I begin to feel my balls tighten.
“I’m close,” I grunt.
“I’m ready,” she moans, digging her fingers into my forearms. “Make me scream.”
I reach down and rub her clit, making sure she gets just as much pleasure out of this as me.
And that does it. With a few more pushes, I feel our orgasms hit at the same time. I grab onto her, holding her tight. It’s the only way we both don’t fall to the ground.
Holy fuck…
I don’t let her go as we do our best to slow down our breathing.
“That was…”
Her words trail off, but I know exactly what she was going to say. Or at least I’d know how I’d describe it.
Intense. Passionate. Consuming.
Everything.
Chapter32
Betsy
The kids have beenin bed for two hours. I’ve done the dishes. All the laundry is put away. I have lunches made for the morning and I’ve already started packing our bags for when we fly out for the game in two days.
And now I’m bored.
I would have called Whitley, but she and Jake already flew to Arizona. They decided to go for a pre-wedding vacation before the game on Sunday. I even called Oliver to see what he was doing, but grading tests didn’t sound like my cup of tea.
