Page 66 of Shame

“That’s not scientific,” he whispers.

“But it is very curious, right?”

“Very.” He kisses me again, deeper this time, and the condom drops out of my hand.

He picks it up, then rolls off the bed. “All right, let’s get back to your assignment. When you take the condom out of the wrapper, you want to hold it like this, so it will unroll…” He demonstrates by rolling it a little bit down two fingers. “Like that. If it’s flipped the other way, it won’t unroll. That’s the most common user error.”

“Can I try?”

“Sure.” He hands over the condom, and looks expectantly at my fingers.

I blush. “I meant can I try on your…cock.”

He closes the gap between us and exhales as he hugs me to his body. I wrap my arms around him first, then slowly slide my fingers along his waistband, remembering how much he liked it when I tugged on his belt in the kitchen. “Please?”

I lean back, and the unexpected movement pulls him back onto the bed. As he tumbles, I scramble up him and get his belt undone.

He’s breathing hard, letting me go. Pretending I’m doing it without permission, maybe.

I press up against him as my hand slides into his boxers. “Oh, you’re so hard,” I breathe. “Is that because I was talking about putting a condom on you?”

“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck.”

“It’s okay. You said this was our little secret, remember? You said I could rub against you any time I wanted.”

“I meant with our clothes on,” he groans. “Not like this. If you put a condom on me, Grace, I’m going to want to fuck you.”

“Will you?” I gasp. “Will you fuck me? Will you use your big Daddy cock to show me what it feels like to be fucked with a condom on?”

“For science?”

“No,” I whisper. “Just for me. This has made me all hot and achy. Like I need some kind of release.”

“I bet it has. Me, too.” He his hand around mine and squeezes, his erection throbbing in our shared grip. Then he crawls on top of me, bracketing my body with his. “Me, Luke. I want you, Grace.”

I pull him down on top of me. I want his cock inside my body. I want to feel how hard he is for me.

It's been too long.

That's mine.

He pulls my clothes off as I find the condom, now abandoned and covered in lint. Swearing, he hops off the bed and goes to my dresser. “You have more in here?”

I nod.

He’s back in a flash, his own clothes flying off at a remarkable rate.

And then he’s on top of me, sheathed and ready. I lift my hips, eager for him, more than ready, even though I wasn’t sure.

But I am now. I need him.

He rocks just the head in, taking his time. I stretch around him, crying out, and he makes the most beautiful sounds.It’s okay, you can take it, it won’t hurt for long.Horny, fictional lines that make me gush.

He pumps his cock into me in short, jerky thrusts. Just the tip, throbbing and pulsing as he comes. I imagine the hot spurts filling me up and my pussy flutters, already primed.

“God, Luke, just fucking do it, I need you.” I claw at him. “Fuck me hard, fuck me so deep.”

“I’m going to—”

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