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I come once more—this time, even harder than before. The noises that come out of my mouth bounce off the walls and aren't coherent in the slightest.
After my pussy calms down, Drew gets back into the drawer. It’s not another toy he returns with this time but a condom. Istay in the same position, barely able to move while he rolls it onto himself.
Then, he’s filling me completely, slamming into me hard and fast. I have no idea how long he fucks me for. Could be five minutes. Could be an hour. I’m in such euphoria that I don’t have a clue.
All I know is that when he gets close, he wraps my hair around his fist and smacks my ass. After he comes, I’m still trying to come back to Earth.
Quickly, he gets rid of the condom and joins me back in bed. He pulls me close, and I rest my head on his chest.
“That was fucking incredible,” I tell him.
“Glad you enjoyed yourself, beautiful.”
“Didyouenjoy yourself?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes. You are a fuckin goddess.”
“We should do it again,” I say. “After I take a quick little nap.”
“Deal.” He kisses the top of my head. “Get some sleep, beautiful.”
thirty-four
Worth a Shot
Drew
Ronnie and I spent most of our weekend in bed. We’d fuck, sleep, and then order food. It’s like we couldn’t get enough of each other, and we were in our own little world and shut out everything else.
I can’t deny how crazy I am about her. And it’s not just because of the sex. Sure, that’s fantastic—the best I’ve ever had. But I’m falling for her in the moments outside of that too. The way she throws her head back when she laughs. The way hernose crinkles when she smiles. The way she has a quick quip for everything. No matter what happens, I feel like my life will be better for knowing her.
Hell, I’ve only been away from her an hour, and I’m missing her already. We talked about her coming over for dinner this week. As much as I love that idea, I don’t want to push her. With Ronnie, I know if I do, I’ll push her right out the door. No way do I want to do that.
A knock on the door tells me that Colton is home, and my weekend free of responsibilities is officially over.
I open the door, letting Colton and Sandy come inside. This time, he doesn’t seem to have a bunch of extra goodies with him. It’s probably a good thing. I don’t know how many giant teddy bears this house can hold.
“Hi, Dad!” Colton yells as he runs into his bedroom.
When Sandy looks at me to silently ask what he’s doing, I say, “No clue. When he gets home every day, he goes in here. It’s like he has to make sure everything is exactly where he left it.”
She nods. “Going to be a perfectionist like his mother was.”
“Lord help us all.”
We walk further into the house, and I tell her I’ll make us some tea.
As I get started, she says, “I’m sorry I had to bring Colton home early last weekend. That stomach bug hit me out of nowhere.”
“No worries. Like I said, you taking him is a big help, and any time you need to bring him home, feel free. I’m sorry for not answering your texts.”
She shakes her head like it’s no big deal.
As I’m making the tea, she says, “Colton told me you had a visitor last weekend.”
Her words pause my movements. I brace myself to be read the riot act.
“What exactly did he say?” I ask, trying to feel out the situation.
