Page 58 of Habits

One of my hands goes to my back pocket, fishing out the square wrapper. Breaking the kiss, I bring it to my teeth and tear it open. She takes the rubber from the wrapper, and after a few more teasing strokes, slides it down my hard length.

Taking a step closer, the tip of my dick slides through her folds, coating me into her wetness. Her breathing hitches, and it takes every bit of willpower I have not to burst even before I enter her.

“Ready to slip?” I ask, taking my dick into my hand and circling her clit teasingly with it.

Her hands grab my face, bringing me close for a kiss.

Hot.

Heavy.

Kiss.

“Fuck me, Andrew.”

So I do. My dick slides down her wet pussy, until it nudges at her entrance. Her sharp intake of air fills the room as I penetrate her slowly until I’m completely inside, her walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion.

“T-tight,” I breathe against her lips. “So freaking tight.”

Light sweat coats my skin, but I still, letting her adjust. Although it pains me, I hold back until she gives me a sign, just a small nudge, coming closer and pulling more of my dick inside. Then all bets are off.

I pull out, only to slide back in.

Over and over again I thrust into her, slowly speeding up. And like before, Jeanette doesn’t hesitate; she matches me thrust for thrust, demanding her own satisfaction.

Her own release.

Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.

“F-faster,” she pants, her inner walls clenching around me.

My hands go to her ass, squeezing her cheeks and readjusting the angle before I give her what she asked for. My hips move rapidly, our mouths sloppily kissing.

And then we’re slipping.

Hard and fast.

Her pussy clenches hard around my dick, and the familiar tingling in my lower back starts. I thrust three more times, each time trying to get deeper inside of her, and then we both burst. The grip of her inner walls around me is strong, milking me completely as her whole body trembles in her release.

We’re slipping, falling into the darkness, and there is no way out.

* * *

We’re lying on that counter in the silence until our breathing goes back to normal, my dick inside her the whole time. I’m pretty sure that’s not the wisest idea, but I don’t give a fuck. The feel of her around me is so good, too good to give up.

When I feel her shift under me, I pull out, making quick work of disposing of the condom and readjusting my clothes.

Jeanette does the same, because when I turn toward her, she’s almost presentable.

Who am I trying to kid? The girl looks thoroughly fucked. Her clothes may be in place, but her hair is all messy, her cheeks flushed and her lips raw and puffy from our kisses.

I run my hand through my hair, trying to get my own mess in order. “Still think this is just a slip?” I lift my brow in question.

Her eyes narrow at me. “If I admit to it, will you stop harassing me?”

“Only if you agree to keep on slipping.”

Jeanette purses her lips, thinking. “Nobody can know about it,” she says finally.

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