Page 151 of Mexico Can Choke On It
“Raw, Pip. I need to feel all of you. I want this—us. Nothing in the way. So I remember this forever.”
Her eyes search mine. She nods.
“I want that too.”
She lifts up on her knees, and I watch her wrap her hand around my length, teasing her clit with my tip.
And then she sinks down.
Her velvety, taut pussy devours my cock.
“Petra,” I groan, my hands clutching her hips, barely hanging on. “I need—fuck—I need a second.”
Petra deliberately squeezes her inner walls around me, her eyes full of mischief. “So… don’t do this?”
I grab her hips and growl, “You’re going to pay for that.”
Then I drive up into her with a force that yanks a gasp from her throat. Her fingers dig into my neck, seizing me like we’re the only two souls left on Earth. Her breasts rise and fall frantically against my chest, and I can’t get enough.
“Yes, Bryce. You feel—more!”
“I want to live inside you, Pip. You’re my heaven.”
My bodyraces toward a release at breakneck speed. The need for insatiable pleasure rises like a fever until suddenly, my selfish thoughts grow greedy and dark—a sinister idea slithers into my brain.
No matter how incredible this moment is, she’s already gone. But what if she gets pregnant?
If she did… I could take care of her. Spoil her. Make sure she and the baby want for nothing. And then at least I’d have some part of her. A reason to stay in her life when I’m being pulled so far away.
The idea is poison.
And still… it tastes like hope.
You’re a bastard for thinking it.
There’s no way she can survive in my world. There’s equally no way I can escape into hers. The brutal truth pounds through my skull with each thrust. But a child would require us to remain in each other’s lives.
The vision is shameful. But it won’t leave.
She starts to tremble, breath hitching, and I move faster. She syncs with my movements—seamless, instinctual—her body clamping onto mine as though we’re two parts of the same soul finally reunited.
I squeeze her ass tighter as I hear the familiar symphony of her building release—soft sighs and airy moans that I’ve memorized like my favorite song. I drive into her, holding nothing back, and she topples over the edge.
I feel the most incredible sensation of my life.
Petra’s release crashes over her, her come coating my cock as her walls flutter and pulse around my length, milking me with decadent pressure. She cries out my name.
Without the barrier between us, every thrust makes me forget my own damn name. I pump again. And again. Chasing the edge, fighting the inevitable, until—
I break.
“Petra…” I choke out.
I empty everything I am deep inside her, my muscles locking tight, the pleasure crashing through my body in waves.
We collapse into each other, wrecked and gasping.
Our chests flush. Our heartbeats thunder. I lock my arms around her, worried if I let go, she’ll vanish.
