Page 136 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

“You’re still on birth control, right?”

I tilt my head to the side, wanting to answer confidently, but I’m not

sure. “Yeah, I am. I just forgot two days this week, but I’m sure that’s

okay.”

He seems just as convinced as I do that it’s safe. “So, should I pull

out?”

After a moment of heated thought, I just give a nod. “Sure, to be

safe.”

Before I can readjust my head back into the mindset of what we’re

doing, he’s inside of me, and I fucking love every inch of it. He’s not

slow and gentle with his movements either, and I think we both need

that. He’s rougher than he was in the shop, his hands clawing at my

ass while I bite into the sheets to keep from crying out in utter

amazement.

It feels so good, too good, and I throb with another orgasm that I’m

certain he feels against the base of his pumping rod. He doesn’t slow

it down, either, moving in and out with precision that I thought was

only possible with a sex toy.

I hate to compare, but he’s more dedicated to pleasing me than my

own ex-boyfriend was. And he does it so well, grabbing my hips at

the base and bringing my body back at the same moment his hips are

writhing forward. It nearly hurts how much sensuality he’s pulling

out of me, but I don’t question it a bit.

I’m just thankful it’s mine for this time being.

His pace signals he’s near the edge again, and I don’t think he’s going

to stop it this time. He thrusts inside of me in the middle of my third

orgasm, pulling out prematurely and in time for me to feel his warm,

wet cum spatter against my lower back. I feel my body melt

downward, my legs still keeping my ass up while his orgasm strolls

down my sweaty spine.

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