Page 10 of Ring Me

In one smooth thrust he spread me open and entered me from behind. “Oh my god,” I blurted. “Oh—holy fuck, ah! That's so good!” I was rambling, as if my tongue and brain had separated and blissful neurons were the only thing keeping me alive. His shaft filled me to the point of pressure, but not pain—I'd never been so perfectly stuffed.

Holding me fiercely, he groaned, arching forward, bracing his legs on my hamstrings as he fucked me with powerful, solid impacts. Conner was right—my body was ready for him. Eager. Hungry. My breasts bounced, nipples grazing the bed and sending sparks of delight through my veins. Every time he fucked me, I slammed my ass back to meet him.

I was no virgin. I'd dated other men, slept with more than one. But never had I been so in sync with anyone. Especially not from the start. Our first time meeting in person, and we knew the push and pull of our rhythm. Was it because we'd talked so openly about sex online before we'd met? Or was it because we'd agreed to obey the rules of our roleplay, freeing us of whatever shackles would have held us down, forcing us to think we had to behave a certain, prudish way? There was no shame here. Only pleasure.

This was Heaven.

And I never wanted to leave.

Heat boiled in my center—my muscles fluttered around his cock as another orgasm stole my mind. I was squealing, my cheek in the blankets, ass held high as Conner kept railing me through the waves of my climax.

His grip on my soft skin changed. No longer was he holding me close to control my motions, now he was almost clinging to me, like he was hanging on for dear life, some sailor lost at sea who'd found the one, lone rock among the waves.

“Cherry, I'm...” he grunted, shaking violently enough that I felt the vibrations in my bones. With a final thrust his cock swelled inside of me, the condom doing nothing to keep me from feeling the warmth as he filled it with his seed.

The raw moment left me reeling. I didn't just forget this was a game we were playing, I forgot basic, common sense. I wanted the condom to be gone—to luxuriate in his cum pouring into my pussy until it dripped out and down my thighs.

Idiot, I warned myself. The ringing in my ears made my inner voice soft... but every second that passed, it became louder. Reasonable. You don't want a relationship. You definitely don't want a baby.

How crazy was it that sex with Conner had stripped away my walls?

“Subway!” I blurted. “Subway, subway.”

Conner froze on top of me. Then he carefully slid out of my clenching muscles, easing off the bed until he could walk around, turn off the phone, and look at me. “Are you alright, Cherry?”

“Yes, fine. Better than fine.” Sitting back, I pressed my knees together, arms folding over my body. Conner was scrutinizing me; I gave him a reassuring smile. “Really, I'm good. That was better than I expected it to be.”

“Thanks,” he said, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. “You stopped us so suddenly I thought I'd done something wrong.”

“No! No, no.” I waved my hands in front of me. “You didn't do anything wrong.” Except for making me want you to knock me up. “I was overwhelmed, my body isn't used to... feeling that good.” I blushed through my sideways grin.

Conner chuckled, tension leaving his shoulders. He patted himself on the back and winked. “Flattery is good for a man's ego. I'm glad you enjoyed it, Cherry.”

I winced. He'd been calling me Cherry since we'd met, because that was the name I'd given him. Did he suspect it wasn't what was on my birth certificate? For all I knew, he was using a fake name, too. “I should clean up.”

He motioned at the bathroom door. “Me casa, es su casa.”

I slid off the bed, painfully aware of every aftershock inside my core. The air was cool on my wet thighs, raising little goosebumps all over my flesh. Slipping into the bathroom, I ran the sink, cleaning myself as fast as possible.

On a whim, I splashed my face. I was longing to clear my head from the warm fuzzies Conner had infected me with. Lifting my eyes, I stared at my reflection. Water dripped down my chin. My cheeks were pink, flushed from the multiple orgasms and exertion. You're a mess, I told myself, frowning. Searching my expression, it dawned on me what was making me anxious. You like him. You want to see him again.

But I couldn't.

I'd promised myself I wouldn't mix my fantasies with real life. Real relationships. I'd tried it before... and my whole world had come unraveled. I'd only just gotten things put back in place so I could function.

I'd never survive a second rejection.

When I exited the bathroom, Conner was wearing his pants but nothing else. His eyes were down, fixated on his phone. The blue glow highlighted the hard tendons in his biceps. “You know,” I said, making him look at me. “I was seriously worried you were actually video taping me earlier.”

“I'd never.” His eyes darkened grimly. “As much as I'd love to have a video of you like that, I'm not the sort of scum who'd do it without permission. That goes beyond roleplay. Trust means everything to me.”

“Me too.” I thought, again, about my alias. I wanted to tell him the truth. Don't bother. It's pointless. Bending down, I picked up my bra and slipped it on, then draped my dress over my head, smoothing the hem, remembering his fingers clutching it, enduring a hot rush of desire. “Conner, this was... well, it was fucking amazing.”

“So you said before,” he laughed.

“Yeah. Well, I also said this was a no strings thing.”

His expression dimmed, lips becoming a tight line. “Right.”

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