Page 55 of Bad For A Weekend

“What’s wrong?” she asks, lifting to her elbows.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Well, go get one.”

“I didn’t bring one. This was the last thing I thought would happen.”

“No, no, no,” she whines. If I weren’t so pissed off at myself, I’d smile at how adorable she is.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m on the pill,” she blurts.

“Even so, it’s not safe.”

“I take it at the same time every day, and I’ve never had sex before.”

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t debate it. But this is Baylor, and her hold on me has me doing all sorts of things I wouldn’t do with anyone else.

“I haven’t had sex in over four years,” I admit. “And I’ve been tested since. Everything was negative.”

Can I do this? I realize the thought of sinking inside her without a barrier and coating her insides with my cum not only turns me on but is making me downright feral.

“Then we’re good.” She settles back into the mattress.

Thank fuck because my balls ache with the need to come. I press a finger inside her to test her level of arousal, happy to find her still wet and ripe for me. Not that I would mind squeezing another couple of orgasms out of her, but I’m desperate to fuck.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much, yeah?” I ask.

“Owen, stop worrying and fuck me already. I need to feel you.”

I bend over and bite her nipple. “Don’t sass me.”

“Will you do that again if I do?”

I palm her other breast and bite that one, harder this time. She mewls in response. Why the hell does she have to be so perfect for me? I’m keeping this tame since it’s her first time, but her reactions to pain and the way she responds to my praise are exactly what I look for in a partner.

I’m dominant by nature, and while I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’maDominant, I like it when a woman gets off on pleasing me and when I can manhandle her, give her a spanking or two, and know she’s getting off on it as much as I am.

It’s my kink, and apparently, it’s Baylor’s too.

“Be a good girl and keep that smart mouth closed, or I’ll find a way to do it for you,” I say.

What should be a threat only makes her eyes widen with excitement. “Like how?”

“I could stuff your panties in there.”

“Maybe next time. This time, I want to be able to call your name when you make me come. I’m assuming you approve of that?”

I bite the fleshy side of her tit hard enough to leave a bruise. “Yes, Bay. That’s acceptable.”

She writhes underneath me, seeking friction. My horny little kitten. I lift up on my knees and line myself back up at her entrance. My tip is dripping with pre-cum, which I smear over her clit. Seeing her coated in me fills me with a male satisfaction I’ve never felt before.

Maybe it’s because I’ve never wanted to claim a woman before.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say, pushing in two inches. It’s snug, and I worry she might be right and I won’t fit, but I’m willing to take the time to try. “But I have a better idea. I want you to sit on me, so you can control how much you take.”

“I don’t know what to do.” A look of panic crosses her features.

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