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I can’t hold out anymore.
“Christ.” Nailing her to the wall with fast, deep strokes, I finally let myself fuck her. Pound my hips against hers so hard I’m sure we’re going to tear it down. That the whole building is shaking around us.
“Come on me, Claire,” I say, not even sure I’m whispering anymore. “Come on my—”
She moans so loud I lunge up, covering her mouth with mine so I can swallow the sounds of her orgasm.
Mine.
She’s fucking mine.
I start to come, my dick pumping and jerking. My balls contracting and releasing, emptying inside her. She comes again, her tight pussy locking around me, pulling me deeper. Milking me as aftershock after aftershock hit us both.
Sensibility creeps in. I should’ve pulled out. Stopped. Thought about what I was doing. I’m clean. I know I’m clean, but I could get her pregnant.
I know better. I fucking know better...
But as soon as I think it, I realize the thought of getting Claire pregnant doesn’t scare me. Not like it should.
Not at all.