Page 143 of Pretend You Love Me

I can’t wait to bury myself between her thighs. I dream about going down on her. I jerk off to it at least once a day. I can’t wait to taste her again. She’s mumbling all kinds of incomprehensible things. I hold her legs apart and part her with my tongue. As soon as I hit her clit, she nearly comes off the bed. I dig my hands into her hips, holding her in place. I’ve never seen a woman this swollen or wet before, and my dick could not be harder.

As I circle my tongue around her clit, I slide a finger inside her. She’s so fucking wet and hot. I’ve never felt anything like it before. She immediately clenches around me and surprises the hell out of me by coming. I’ve never made a woman orgasm that quickly. I keep eating her as she quivers and shakes beneath me. It doesn’t end. She just keeps coming, and I’m loving every second of it.

When she finally stills, I’m surprised she’s not unconscious.What the hell was that?I pride myself in being a good lover, but I’ve never given a woman an orgasm likethatbefore. It’s making me question all my previous experiences.

“I need you inside me,” she whispers without opening her eyes. I’m surprised she can speak much less be ready for another round.

“Kip, now!”

I’m kicking my pants off. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Just pull out.” She grabs my arms to bring me toward her.

I plunge myself into her. She’s so wet that I slide all the way in immediately. We both groan at the same time as I fill her completely.

“Oh, my fucking god,” she moans.

There’s a tiny part of my brain that’s still stuck on the condom thing, and then I remember that last time we were together, we didn’t use any protection. Only I didn’t pull out, and it was fine.

She’s rolling her hips into me, meeting my thrusts.

Wait? Was it fine?

I hadn’t thought about it until this moment.

Maybe I should have thought about it?

She’s desperately crashing into me, about to come again.

Was it fine last time?

I stop moving.

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes flash open. “Why did you stop?”

“Why is your shirt on?” I say, my voice is flat.

“What?” she blinks a few times.

“Why are you wearing a shirt right now?” I ask again. I’m still not moving. Her pussy is clenching my dick so hard that I’m having a hard time thinking straight.

“I’m cold.” She can’t look at me.

“Bullshit. Your body is on fire right now.”

Worry spreads across her face.

“Why can’t I touch your breasts?” My voice is growing angry.

“What are you talking about? Of course, you can.”

“Really, you want me to right now?” I start to move my hand.

“No,” she says quickly.

I pull out.

“PMS. Yeah right,” I mutter.