Page 65 of Bad Habit
“You’re so tight. You feel so fucking good.” He bent over me, my face near his Adam’s apple as he penetrated my body, grunting occasionally as he moved his hips slowly. His entire body was tense, every muscle in his body fully absorbed in this act that I had to assume was pleasurable for him. Very pleasurable, given his restrained grunts and moans.
For me…. it had stopped hurting, but I wasn’t quite sure what to think. It didn’t feel bad—not exactly—but it didn’t feel all that pleasurable either as he repeated the same actions over and over, sliding his penis ever-so-gently inside me, and the deed went on for so long I started to wonder how long this final act lasted.
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Mac
Iwas fucking inside her, finally fucking inside her. The instant I pushed my dick through her tight opening, I was ready to come. But I couldn’t let that happen. Not that quickly. I wasn’t a high school kid and I needed to make this last—for her sake.
I strained against my body’s demand that I thrust harder and deeper, that I pound into her tight pussy until I climaxed—something that wouldn’t take long if I let it—but this wasn’t about me, it was about her and I had to be gentle. Slow. Careful. Not penetrate too deeply.
Fearing I’d come if I looked into her eyes, I moved up on the bed and continued to move with strokes as slow and shallow as I could manage. Just being inside her was more than I could bear, and I felt my finish building inside me.
Baseball? Were you supposed to think about baseball?
Faith remained still beneath me, her breath warm on my upper chest, and I listened for signs or sounds that I was hurting her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Fine. Thank you.”
I hoped she was enjoying this, but I couldn’t tell. She’d been so responsive before, but now I couldn’t figure out what she wanted. I knew she couldn’ttellme what she wanted, so all I could do was be careful and make this last as long as I could possibly manage.
Her hands rose and stroked my back, the first indication that she was enjoying the sex, so I kept things the same, wanting to prolong her pleasure as long as possible.
One of her hands drifted down to my ass. I gasped. She circled my ass cheeks, then squeezed.
I fucking lost it.
“Faith. Oh, shit.” My hips took over, thrusting faster and harder until I came, shooting my load into the condom. I collapsed on top of her.
Regaining my sanity, I reached to hold the base of the condom as I pulled my cock out, then rolled to the side.
“You okay?” I tucked my arm under her shoulders and pulled her against my chest.
“Mmm… hmmm,” she murmured. “Thank you for asking.”
I pressed a kiss against the top of her head and felt myself drift toward a blissful sleep.
