Page 64 of Broken Souls

“Does it hurt?” I try to pull away, but she plants herself so deep onto me, her ass slaps my balls, and I nearly come.

“In a good way. Now can you start moving already?” She pulls away to look at me. She’s biting her swollen lips, her cheeks red and her forehead sweaty. Her long hair, in a state of an artful disarrangement, covers us both like a coat.

She is gorgeous.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I’ll stop even if it kills me.

“More than okay, Mark.” She leans closer, a breath shy from a kiss. “I’m perfect.”

I squeeze her ass and move her along me like I mean it this time. Oh, how much I want to throw her on the couch and plunge my whole length deep into her, reaching places no one ever has. But I can’t. She’s in control, and she is the one who leads the game. I’m here as her slave and her personal toy.

And I’m so fucking in.

After I reach the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, I remember I forgot the one crucial thing I promised myself to never ever forget. A condom.

ChapterNineteen

ALICIA

My thighs are still quivering from the real orgasm with a real man when I feel stickiness between my thighs.

And I freeze. Oh, shit. Did we forget a condom?

“Alicia.” Mark’s voice is strained.

I lean on his shoulders with my hands and push back. “A condom.”

“Yeah.” He looks pale, as if he’s seen a ghost. I rush to explain.

“I’m on a birth control.” I nervously bite my thumbnail, not knowing how to go about this. “But—” I bite harder. “I mean—”

“I’m clean.” He interrupts my blubbering and releases my ass from his hold.

I exhale with relief. “Me too. I forgot to even think about that before we, you know.” I wave my hand between us.

“No.” His nostrils flare with anger toward himself. “It was my responsibility, and I failed you. I’m sorry, Alicia. I’m so sorry.” He wipes his face with his hand, looking like he’s going through internal hell.

“Hey.” I grab his hand, attempting to stop the incoming panic attack. “Hey, stop that. I know I should be thinking about that, but I trust you. It wasn’t even a question in my mind.”

His face twists into an even more severe grimace. “See? You trusted me, and I fuckin’ failed y—”

I don’t let him finish before I cover his lips with mine. They’re swollen from before, just like mine. When I pull away, his cock, still inside me, grows harder again, and I cackle. “Seriously?” I ask and look down. “Already?”

Looking sheepish, Mark gives me a quick peck on my lips and lifts me from himself. Placing me gently on the couch, he kisses my nose. “You’re probably sore.”

“I am.” I wince, trying to shift my weight from leg to leg. “You are not exactly tiny, you know.”

His lopsided grin is infectious, and now I’m biting my lips. “I know.” He winks. “Now, we need another shower.”

“Where’s Ghost?” I look around, searching for the little pervert.

“He’s in the bedroom. He escaped the moment you began humping his daddy.”

“Daddy, huh?” I shamelessly walk toward the bathroom, feeling his hungry eyes on me the whole time.

I look behind me, and his eyes turn molten again.

“Don’t do that again, or we’ll end up exactly where we started.”