When I pull out again, my cock is soaked with her arousal, the condom slick and dripping. I watch as I press back in, and she meets me halfway, shoving her hips back, desperate to take all of me as she impales herself.

“Fuck, I can’t go slow if you’re going to do that, Regan,” I warn.

“So don’t.”

“No, it’ll hurt you.”

“I expect that. I want that. Make me never forget you,” she says, her voice low and wicked. “And try not to fall in love with me while you’re doing it.”

I chuckle. “Not a problem, darling,” I growl.

I drag my cock all the way out, letting it glide across her ass before thrusting back into her in one swift, deep motion. I bottom out again, groaning as she moans, and her body grips me like she doesn’t want to let go.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl. “Squeeze me with that cunt.”

“Choke me,” she says suddenly, her voice sharp and clear.

I still for a moment inside of her, unsure I heard her right. “What?”

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and gives me a look that says she knows I heard her the first time. “Choke. Me. Hayes.”

I don’t hesitate the second time she says it. My hand wraps around her hair, pulling her upright until her back is flush against my chest and we’re both kneeling on the bed. One hand slides to her throat, pressing gently, while the other cups her breast, kneading the soft flesh.??

Her pulse hammers against my palm as I pull back with my hips, teasing her with shallower thrusts now. Then I drive into her harder, rougher and squeeze her throat each time I bottom out.

“Harder,” she gasps, her voice strained.

I tighten my grip again, feeling her body tense under my touch as her cheeks flush from the loss of air.

“Fuck, you’re—dammit, you’re pulling me in,” I growl, my rhythm faltering for a second because she’s squeezing me so tight it’s like each thrust her pussy is suctioning me inward.

“Yes,” she moans, her voice raw. “Do it again.”

I tighten my hold around her throat, feeling the way her body responds to each squeeze, and thrust into her harder, her pussy clenching me like a vice.

“More,” she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate.

I pick up the pace, my thrusts hard and relentless as I pulse inside her. Every time I squeeze her throat, her pussy squeezes me back, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose control.

“Fuck, I need to slow down,” I admit, my voice hoarse.

“I thought this wasn’t your first rodeo,” she gasps out, her swollen lips curving into a smirk even as she struggles for breath.

I still inside her. My grip tightens to a strength I’ve never used before on a woman and my other hand slides to her ass, pulling back before I spank her harder than I probably should. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in response, and she cries out.

“Yes!”

And that’s all the permission I need.

I keep going, spanking, choking, and thrusting, pushing her to the edge repeatedly.

Her body trembles beneath me, and then she goes rigid, her head falling back as she screams my name when I release her throat.

Her orgasm crashes through her, her muscles clenching and pulsing around me as I lose myself completely in the moment.

I black out, fucking into her with all my might.

My movements are sloppy, I’m sure I’m the most uncoordinated I’ve ever been but I don’t care.

“Fuck, Regan,” I groan, my voice breaking as I unload into her. The force of my release leaves me shaking, my body tingling as waves of pleasure surge through me. Her pussy milks me for everything I have, each contraction pulling me deeper into a blissful oblivion I don’t want to leave.

By the time I’m spent, she’s collapsed forward, her body limp and glowing as she breathes heavily against the mattress.

I watch as she sprawls out, utterly wrecked and absolutely perfect.

For a second I wonder if I should check her pulse but then a smirk crosses her lips, and she lets out a soft, little, content sigh.

I look down at the condom that’s still covering my cock and notice just how full it is. I swear I’ve never blown that much in my life. That’s one hell of a one-night stand.

I rock back onto my ass, staring at the ceiling for a second to catch my breath.

My chest is still rising and falling, sweat cooling on my skin as I let the bedsheets calm me down.

After a beat, I push myself up, toss the condom in the trash, and head to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

When I return, she’s still sprawled out on the bed, face buried in the pillow, ass up in the air like she’s too exhausted to move.

I like that. Hell, I caused that, and I’ll do it again tonight if she’ll let me.

Sliding between her legs, I clean her up gently before chucking the washcloth across the room with a satisfying thud and collapsing beside her. Aftercare isn’t usually my thing but after what we just did, I think Regan needed that more than any other woman I’ve ever slept with.

“I can leave now,” she mumbles into the pillow, her voice muffled, body completely still.

It’s what I’d normally expect after a night like this, and what I’d prefer, honestly.

A clean break, no strings, no awkward small talk.

But why don’t I want her to leave yet? Maybe it’s because her presence doesn’t annoy me.

I don’t feel like she’s after something from me except for what we just did to each other.

“You don’t have to do that,” I say.

She’s silent for a few long beats, then rolls onto her side, her eyes meeting mine.

I mirror her, shifting onto my side so that we’re facing each other.

She’s so damn pretty, even with her hair a mess and her lips swollen from all the kissing, choking, and biting.

Dark auburn hair, dark black thick lashes and the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

Maybe, if things were different and I was capable of loving someone, she’d be someone who I’d ask for her number. Maybe give her a call since I’ll be staying in Charlotte for medical school the next six years anyways. But things aren’t different and I’m not that kind of guy.

“I have another secret,” she whispers, her voice cautious. “If this is just a one-night stand and all.”

I arch a brow. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Today…” She pauses, looking down at the sheets like she’s gathering her courage. “I found out I’m losing one of my fallopian tubes.”

I blink. “Well, damn.”

She nods slowly. “Yeah. I’m only twenty-three, but I’ve always wanted kids. Babies, you know? Someday. Not now. With the right person. And losing a tube… it lessens my chances. I have endometriosis. It’s bad. Might even have to lose an ovary in the future too.”

“You’ve still got one fallopian tube though, right?”

“Yeah.”

I nod again, not sure what to say to a confession like that. This isn’t my usual post-sex conversation. Actually, I don’t really do post-sex conversations. But this... I can tell she needed to get it out, and I’m proud she trusted me with it.

I’ve got a sister back home on my family’s ranch in South Carolina.

We used to be close, but over the past few years, we’ve drifted apart, and I can imagine if she was going through something like this, she’d need some support and to feel like someone else understood.

And maybe it’s the moment, or the way that sad look’s still sitting on her face, or maybe it’s the fact that tonight was my last ride and I’m feeling nostalgic, but I decide to share with her too.

“Well, I guess it’s only fair that I tell you another secret then.”

Her eyes brighten, curiosity lighting them up. “What’s that?”

I take a deep breath, a grin already pulling at my lips. “I only have one ball.”

She blinks, then bursts out laughing, rolling onto her back as she covers her mouth.

“Damn,” I mutter, though I’m grinning too. “Not the reaction you want when you tell a woman you lost a nut.”

She shakes her head, laughter still spilling out, but her eyes soften when she looks back at me. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I wasn’t expecting you to say that. I thought you were going to tell me something about your bull riding days. Are you serious?”

I nod. “Sure am.”

“I’m sorry, that sucks.”

“Bet you didn’t notice when I was fucking you, did you?”

Her cheeks flush, but she bites her lip, smiling. “Uh, no. I think I was distracted by… other things. Like the very large cock you’ve got and, uh, your single ball that is massive.”

I chuckle, shaking my head.

“It doesn’t… make you self-conscious at all? If people notice?” she asks, her voice softer now.

I shrug. “Why would it?”

She hesitates, then worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “I guess it’s different for me. All my stuff’s internal, but I still feel like I’m missing something, you know? Like people are going to look at me and know I’m not… whole anymore. Like I’m less feminine, even if they can’t see it.”

I don’t say anything right away. Instead, I pull her closer, wrapping my arm around her as her head rests against my chest perfectly.

“You’ve got every right to feel that way,” I tell her.

“But I’m telling you, any man worth a damn won’t care about tubes, ovaries, or any of that.

He’ll love you because you’re you . Knowing that about you doesn’t change anything about the way I see you. ”

I don’t even know why I said it. I’ve never been this type of guy. I’m not the one to get sentimental or romantic, or tell women shit they need to hear but something about Regan’s vulnerability tugs at me and I mean what I said.

She pulls back just enough to look up at me, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

“Thank you for saying that. You didn’t have to say that, and I’m not entirely sure you mean it, but it still helps me to hear it.

I don’t have anything of my own really, my family is very.

.. involved with each other’s lives. I’ve always felt like when it’s the right time, I’ll have a family of my own, and then that will be my thing.

Now, I’m starting to realize that might not be an option for me. ”

Then she leans in and presses her lips to mine.

It’s soft, simple, and with no agenda behind it which isn’t usually why I kiss a woman.

And before I realize it, it’s over too soon.

But it does something. Changes something deep in my heart and the way I perceive intimacy.

Maybe I’ll unpack that someday in the future.

When she pulls back, her eyes search mine, and she smiles sadly. “I’ll find a new thing.” And when I don’t say anything more her grin gets wider, genuine now. “Told you you’d fall in love with me.”

Before I can respond, she slips out of bed, zipping up her dress and grabbing her phone and purse. Standing by the door, she glances back, her smile softer yet still firmly in place.

“Don’t follow after me. I’ll call an Uber. Nice to meet you, Hayes. Good luck with medical school.”

And just like that, she’s gone, leaving me staring at the door, without anyway to ever contact her again, and wondering what the hell just happened.