Page 87 of Crazy Thing

His pupils flare and his excitement is palpable in the tiny space. “Well, I’ve never been with any woman without a condom.” He rushes to add, “I’m not trying to pressure you. I’m just letting you know that I’m clean.”

“I’m clean, too,” I whisper.

On a groan, he kisses me softly. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Ziggy.” He searches my eyes. “I will burst out of here and hightail it to the nearest pharmacy on foot to get condoms if you want me to.”

Giggling, I seal my lips over his. “We don’t…we don’t need condoms…” I hear myself saying.

What?! No! Don’t say that, Ziggy! We don’t say those things to cute boys!

But deep in my soul, I know that Darius is more than a cute boy. He’s a man. A devastatingly gorgeous man. A man who makes me feel seen and appreciated. A man who makes me feel worth the effort. Am I just leading myself on here? Am I blowing this whole weekend out of proportion?

Maybe I am. All I know is, there’s nothing I want more than to have my teenaged crush inside me again.

“It’ll just be one time. And I won’t come inside you. I’ll pull out.” Darius mumbles against my mouth, sounding drunk with lust.

I slowly nod my head. My brain must be short-circuiting from the way he’s rubbing the crown of his erection against my clit.

“I don’t want to wait,” I say quietly. “I want you right now.”

Darius locks his lips with mine as his hips rear back. Heenters me with one powerful, confident movement. I sigh as my channel stretches to accommodate him.

He quickly finds his rhythm, thrusting hard and fast. I cling to his shoulders and I moan up to the ceiling. Somehow, we remain upright, as Darius manages to keep us from crashing to the floor. Those strong thighs I’ve come to like so much are doing all the work as the man thrusts me into the counter.

I’m not even sure I’m breathing. The only thing I’m aware of is Darius. Well. Darius and his glorious mouth and his glorious tongue and his glorious cock.

He has a lot of good anatomy, and he knows how to torture me with it.

But the real danger is the way he’s looking at me. That softness in his eyes. The awe. The fascination. The way his pupils flare with every little sound I make.

He’s murmuring that I’m so pretty and that my tits are so perfect and that my pussy is so tight and that there’s no one he’d rather be here with than me.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think this man had real feelings for me.

His movements stop and his wonderstruck gaze bounces between my eyes.

“What is it?” I whisper breathlessly.

“I still can’t fucking believe that this whole weekend is really happening,” he replies, awe in his voice. “That this is you and me.”

The realization hits me, too. Never in a million years did I imagine that Darius and I would end up here, like this. Intertwined, sharing this moment. A wave of emotion sweeps over me, making me shiver.

But I don’t want to go there. Not with my heart.

My body? Fine. He can use my body. But not my heart.

I’m thinking too much. So I shut my brain off.

Needing to feel him moving inside of me, I start thrusting my hips. My walls clamp down around his cock. My body is working on pure instinct.

It feels so…fucking…good.Toogood. Everything is hot and slippery and electric.

His face twists with pleasure. He hisses sharply, his body going stiff against mine. Urgently, he grabs my hips to stop my movements again.

I giggle at the tortured look on his face. “You okay there, buddy?”

“Careful with those magic tricks, Ziggy. I might start believing that this pussy was made for me.”

Oh, god. I like the idea that I was made for him, that I belong to him.

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