Page 12 of Keeping Promises

“I said that feels so good, Lindsey.” I can’t believe I was thinking about Hadley as my dick was sucked by someone else.What is this woman doing to me?

I pull her off her knees, nudging her toward the couch before bending her over the back of it. “Now, let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

I slide her G-string to the side before slipping two fingers inside her pussy. Damn, she’s tight. I pump my fingers in and out of her while using my free hand to retrieve the condom from my pocket. I tear the foil package with my teeth and sheath my cock. When she is good and wet, I remove my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her juices. She tastes good but not as sweet as Hadley.

“What are you waiting for?” Lindsey wiggles her ass in front of me. I grip her hips tight and slam into her in one thrust.

She yells in pleasure, and it’s almost too over-the-top that I want to cover her mouth with my palm to keep her quiet. But since I’m trying to drown out my own thoughts of fucking someone else, I let her scream her heart out. I fuck Lindsey with punishing thrusts—enough for me to forget my mistake and for her to forget I called her the wrong name. I make good on my word of fucking her until she forgets her own name.

When I reach around and play with her clit, it sets her off like a firework display on the Fourth of July, complete with the “oohs and aahs.” A few additional thrusts and I’m following her over the edge, spilling into the condom.

We both fall on the couch, or bodies now covered in sweat. It doesn’t take long for Lindsey to pass out, and I give it a few minutes before sliding my arm out from under her, and slip my pants back on and escape the apartment without a second thought. Like I said earlier, I’m a dick.