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“I’m clean but I’m not on birth control,” I said with a small smile.
She smiled back at me. “Very funny.”
Pressing my forehead against hers, we locked eyes. “Swear to me that you’re Chloe.”
“I’m Chloe,” she said solemnly.
“Swear this is make-up sex and not just another one-night stand to you.”
“Adam…”
“If we have unprotected sex it means something,” I insisted. “It has to mean something.”
“Of course it means something. I’m crazy about you.”
I pulled back and looked at her while my hands tucked her long blue skirt up. “If you’re really Chloe and you’re as crazy about me as I am about you, then tell me you’re mine.”
“What do you mean?” she asked with uncertainty.
My hands slid up her thighs while my eyes feasted on the sight of her beautiful creamy skin and the trimmed triangle of light brown hair on her sweet pussy that made my mouth water.
“No more dating nice Hollywood guys,” I said and placed the crown of my cock on top of her folds, slowly spreading them by sliding up and down. “You’re mine exclusively and I’m yours.”
She moaned again and nodded. “Okay.” Her eyes were looking down to see my cock playing with her.
I sank down over her, letting the head of my cock slide inside her but only a little. We were nose to nose, and I felt in control physically but completely vulnerable emotionally.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
God, she was beautiful and the way her eyes softened at the edges and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a long kiss, made it almost impossible not to sink inside her balls-deep.
“Do you?” I croaked, hanging on to the last piece of control.
“Yes, I love you, Adam, and I’m yours.”
“Only mine.” I pressed.
“Yes, you can tell everyone that I’myourgirlfriend and only yours.”
Hearing those magical words, I let go and took her with more sexual hunger than I’d ever experienced in my life. I felt like I’d just proposed and she had accepted me – it made the lovemaking feel like a symbolic act of melting together.
“Adam, it feels so good.”
My head was exploding with visions of the future and the insanity of taking her bareback without a condom between us.
“It feels so much better without a condom,” I moaned.
“I know. It feels perfect.”
I leaned one knee on the floor of the car and the other on the seat, taking her with long deep thrusts to enjoy every second of it.
“I’m going to get you pregnant one day.” I could have bitten off my tongue when my thoughts escaped me before I could filter them. For a second I feared my plans for the future would freak her out, but she only squeezed me tighter.
“I would like that,” she whispered in my ear. “You and I will make beautiful babies.”
Fuck… her words – a confirmation that she was serious about us – made me want one thing more than anything. “Can I cum inside you?”
I couldn’t remember having ever done that without a condom, and the thought of filling her with my semen and shooting freely against her cervix excited me beyond belief.
