Page 61 of Broken Dream

“Jason,” she moans, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

I pepper her neck with kisses as I thrust deeper and faster. Each plunge sends a wave of pleasure rippling through me.

God, it’s been so long.

So fucking long.

She sucks me in so perfectly, as if she was made only for me.

She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I can feel her muscles tighten around me as she nears another climax.

I don’t stop moving even as she writhes beneath me, her body shaking with pleasure. Her release only spurs me on, and I continue to thrust into her, seeking my own climax.

“Angie,” I grunt out, the heat building in the pit of my stomach.

“Jason.” She pulls me down, crashing her lips onto mine and muddling our moans together.

That’s all it takes for me to tip over the edge. With a deep shudder, I spill into her, my body going rigid as waves of pleasure crash over me. The world blurs around the edges, all sounds fading into a distant hum.

I’m coming.

Coming inside a woman.

A beautiful woman.

But a woman who’s not my wife.

Slowly, reality begins to seep back in.

I pull out.

She’s still smiling with a look of pure and hazy contentment on her beautiful face.

Oh my God.

What have I done?

We’re in her kitchen.

I didn’t even take her into the bedroom.

I look down at my dick, still wrapped in the condom.

It was inside another woman.

Lindsay was my first. I didn’t have sex until I was in college. Late bloomer, I guess. I’ve never been inside another woman before.

And I chose Angie. A student. A twenty-three-year-old student.

The desire. The heat between us.

It was new, erotic, forbidden, and so intoxicating that I lost control. Is this how it feels to be with someone else after years of monogamy and then celibacy? To take another woman into my arms, to taste her skin, join our bodies in the best fuck of all time?

A pang of guilt stabs me.

Angie cups my cheek and scrapes her fingers against my stubble. “Jason,” she murmurs softly. Her voice is heavy with satisfaction. And with…affection?

I swallow hard, determined to mask my vulnerability. I pull away from her slowly, making sure she’s all right before adjusting myself and discarding the condom.