Page 55 of The Reading

When the tip of my dick bumped her clit, Chanel let out a lusty moan. “Yes…God, yes…”

Then reality struck like a kick to the balls.

“Chanel? Baby?”

She pulled back, so that she could look at me. “What?” she panted, and I loved that I was the one that put that look on her face.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I told her, my teeth clenched so hard that I was afraid that I was going to break a molar. “I…I was…the plan had been to be a gentleman and court you slowly.”

“It would be the height of recklessness to have sex without protection,” she muttered, her teeth gnawing at her lower lip. “I mean, I’m on birth control, but-”

“We had to take physicals every six months,” I blurted. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, Chanel. Plus, I would never do something like that to you or any woman.”

“I trust you.”

Three little words had my entire world shifting on its axis. This was the first time that I was ever going to go inside a woman bare, and I was pretty sure that I was going to shoot off the second that I got inside her.

Chanel grabbed the base of my dick, then she slowly lowered herself over me. My size and her tightness were making it a slow struggle, but the more that she lowered herself on my cock, the more I was certain that I was never going to leave her couch.

“Fuck, baby,” I hissed as my hands encased her hips. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

“Oh, God…Wyatt…you’re…you’re so big…” she gasped, and no man was immune to that praise.

No man.

“Ride my cock, baby,” I grunted as she finally seated herself over me completely. “Show me how much you’ve wanted me.”

Chanel’s hands grabbed onto my shoulders, and the woman went toshowing me why I was never going to let her go now that I had her. The top of her dress was a torn mess around her waist, so I had the privilege of watching her tits bounce as she rode my hard dick, and I knew that I wanted this for the rest of my life.

“Hear how wet you are for me?” I grunted as I started moving my hips, fucking her from underneath. “Fucking beautiful, baby.”

“Wyatt, I’m going…don’t stop…” she panted, and it was like music to my ears. I was ready to explode as it was.

When Chanel finally came all over me, it was a glorious sight to behold. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, her tits in my face, and her complexion a perfect shade of blush, the woman of my dreams was cumming all over me, and it was everything and more.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I started jackhammering into her tight heat, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming inside her, my first nut without a condom ever.

It felt heavenly.

“Oh, Christ...” she whimpered as her body slumped against mine. “That was incredible.”

“It was better than incredible,” I grunted as I wrapped my arms around her. “Fuck, baby.”

“Best Halloween treat I ever got,” she muttered, and I just chuckled. “The best.”

Yeah, I was never leaving this spot.

Ever.

Thankful for Toilet Paper Rolls

Ihad a lot going on in my mind these days, but I was very good at multi-tasking. I was a nurse, so it kind of came with the territory. A scatter-brained nurse was no use to anyone, in my opinion.

However, the biggest thing on my mind was Madam Brousseau and her ridiculous predictions. I mean, sure, it seemed like there might be some validity to it, but we hadn’t even paid the woman. How could her predictions be coming true if we hadn’t even paid her? It had to all be coincidence.

It had to be.

There was also the fact that no man that was currently in my life could possibly be my soulmate. I worked in a senior assisted-living nursing home, for Pete’s sake. The only men here were married doctors, male nurses that couldn’t keep it in their pants, and male patients over the age of seventy. I mean, not trying to judge, but I wasn’t looking to get my groove on with a man over twice my age. I was only thirty-three and not looking for a sugar daddy.

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