Page 87 of I Knead You Tonight

Because nothing will ever be this good again.

“I wasn’t kidding about this being fast,” Winston cautions. “I’m really close.”

“I don’t care. I am too.”

“Touch yourself,” he tells me, biting at my shoulder again. “Rub your clit.”

I do, and I feel him start to tighten.

“Don’t pull out,” I say. “I’m on birth control.”

“Shit! Fuck!” His pace slows. “I forgot a condom.”

“I don’t care. I’m clean.”

“I am too.”

I know he is. I know he wouldn’t dare enter me if he weren’t clean. I trust him.

His pace quickens again, and I rub short circles over my clit, chasing that high for the second time tonight.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and my pulsing pussy is enough to send Winston over the edge too as he slams into me harder than before, burying himself to the hilt and filling me with his cum.

“Motherfucker,” he mutters, resting his head between my shoulder blades, his breaths coming in short spurts.

“Literally,” I say.

He laughs. “Shut up.”

We rest for a minute, letting our breathing return to normal, then untangle ourselves from the mess we’re in.

We don’t say anything as I toss my camisole back over my head and pull my underwear back on, trying to keep my legs as closed as possible. I can already feel the evidence of what we just did dripping between my thighs.

We’re silent as he pulls his sweats back on, tucking his softening cock away.

The reality of what just happened between us is setting in, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s regretting it.

I’m not, though I wish I were.

It would make it easier when I leave.

Make it so I don’t want it again, but I already do.

I glance over at Winston, and he grins at me.

“What?” I ask, unable to stop my lips from pulling up at the corners.

“It was totally the gray sweats, wasn’t it?”

* * *

I can still feelhim the next morning.

My muscles are tender, ass cheeks aching from where he dug his fingers into me, and my vagina feels like it was fucked…hard.

And yet, I love every single sensation.

“I had the craziest dream last night,” Winston says, crawling back into bed after brushing his teeth and checking on Riker, who is still sound asleep at eight AM. “You got mad at me for doing you a total solid, and then you called me a lazy piece of shit. You sucked my cock, I ate your pussy, and then we fucked—raw.” He rubs his hand over his face. “What a wild night.”

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