Page 31 of You Again
“Take it, Henley,” he grunted. “Keep taking every fucking inch, baby.”
I wanted to tell him that was easier said than done since the man had a lot of inches, but I didn’t. Instead, I was able to think long enough to say, “Condoms…”
He froze over me. “Henley-”
“After finding out Arnold cheated, I had a checkup,” I rushed out. “But I heard you tell Whitney you weren’t ready for kids. I’m on birth-”
Dash looked pained. He dropped my leg and braced himself over me. He continued sliding into my body, but his movements were slow and measured. I almost smiled. It was like he knew we needed to have this talk, but he didn’t want to lose his hard-on.
“Baby, I did the same thing,” he replied, breathing heavily. “Even though we used condoms, I didn’t want to take any chances.” His lip twitched. “I got a checkup because I was cheating on, and not because I had spent the most incredible night of my life with a woman unprotected.”
“But-”
“Henley, I wasn’t ready to have kids because I wasn’t with the right woman,” he said, his thrust picking up in force and tempo. “I’m with the right woman now.”
That was it.
The conversation was over, and I didn’t care if I got pregnant.
I didn’t care about anything other than the man above me. I opened my legs wider and his whispered curses were like music to my ears. “Dash…please…”
“Please, what?” he teased. “Please make you cum?”
I wanted more than to just cum. “Please give me everything,” I shamelessly begged. “I want it all.”
“Fuck,” he hissed out as my body started tightening around him. His forehead dropped on mine. “Cum for me, Henley. Cum for me and I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”
I erupted all over him and I didn’t care that we’d been only at for a few minutes. I wasn’t embarrassed at how easily he could make me let go. If nothing else, I was guaranteed an orgasm every time if I couldn’t control myself around him.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Give it to me, baby.”
My body was trembling, and indescribable sensations were wrecking every nerve in my body, but I let him ride me through the high. I wanted Dash to wreck me. I wanted a repeated of that first night. “So good…” I mumbled, unable to speak clearly.
“God, I love it when you cum all over me, Henley,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ll never get enough of it.Of you.”
Before I could gather a coherent thought, Dash flipped my pliant body over and his hips on my hands told me what was coming next. I didn’t fight it and I didn’t want to. My body was singing, and I looked forward to whatever he wanted to do to me.
His fingers rubbing my release into my ass confirmed my suspicions and I closed my eyes and let my body relax in its full state of pleasure as I felt the thick head of his cock pressed up against my resistance. My hands fisted the sheets and, God forgive me, I pushed back and pulled him in. It hurt, but I knew that pain would soon turn into a forbidden pleasure that women shouldn’t deny themselves.
“Motherfuck,”Dash swore behind me. “Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.”
I couldn’t comment. I was so focused on the way he filled my body, I couldn’t form one single word. Not even his name. I just pushed back, and he got the hint. After a few minutes of uncomfortable pain, pleasure started taking over and my moans were truly porn worthy. I was dripping on the bed and I knew it was because Dash hadn’t stopped grunting out filth since the second his entire length slid into my ass. I loved hearing him lose himself in me. I wanted him to desire me uncontrollably.
“Dash…oh, God…” He reached underneath and a few strokes of my clit had me cumming harder than before. “Oh, God…yes…”
“I can’t last,” he growled. “I’m cumming, baby.” And with that, Dash’s fingers gripped my hips painfully as he slammed every inch of his cock deep into my ass. My body convulsed around him as his cock twitched its final release.
Dash collapsed on the bed and pulled me into his body. We were sticky, sweaty, and cum was leaking everywhere, but I didn’t care because…
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
