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Her pussy clenches onto my bare cock as I move in and out of her, and it feels somehow sexier and more emotional with nothing between us at all. It’s intense as I open my eyes and look into hers, and a moment seems to pass between us that I’ve never had before.
I can’t say I’veneverfucked a woman without a condom before. Jack exists, so obviously that’s not true.
But I’ve never been in love with someone I’ve fucked before, and doing this very intimate deed with Ainsley Riggs pushes me to a place I’ve never been before. I’m no virgin, but she’s still managing to give me these thrilling new experiences.
It’s too good, from hearing her sexy moans to feeling the way her cunt greedily pulls me in, to tasting her lips and seeing her bite her lip as she leans her head back at the pleasure of it all.
I pump into her, and my body barely gives me any warning at all before I hit the edge. My balls tighten as my release plows into me, and I start to come inside her. It’s a long, shuddering, hot release that seems to go on forever, and as my cum fills her up, she’s pushed into her own climax.
Her pussy contracts around me as the sweet relief hits her, and I ride out the rest of my orgasm as she flies into hers. I’m depleted, but I continue pounding into her anyway because I don’t want to be done. I focus on the sensations as she comes around my cock, the only thought in my mind the fact that my cum now lives inside of her, that I’m the only man on the planet who has that designation.
And it leaves me feeling proud, a little emotional, and still incredibly horny as I realize the thrills I’ve been chasing my entire life have landed right here beneath me.
CHAPTER 38: Ainsley Bradley
Open Communication
When he pulls out of me, his cum oozes out behind him, a new sensation I haven’t experienced yet. I’m still coming down from the high of that orgasm when he moves. I’m expecting him to get up so we can both go clean up, but instead he moves to the side of me. He reaches down and slips his finger into me, and he hisses as he feels how extra wet I am now that I have his cum paired with my own.
He rubs slow, lazy circles around my clit, spreading his cum out as he leans over and sucks my nipple back into his mouth, and then he pushes his finger inside of me, as if he’s trying to push all that cum back in.
Holy hell. It’s hotter than I expected it to be. It’s like he’s marking me as his, as if there was ever any question. He’s leaving a part of himself behind for my body to absorb so he’s literally a part of me. I’ve never thought of it that way until this very moment, but somehow it’s sweet and sexy in a sort of caveman kind of way.
I like it more than I thought I might. In fact, I kind of love it. I kind of love that we share this new intimacy.
I want it to be something that’s just between the two of us, but there’s a reminder sleeping in a room down the hall that he’s had sex with other women. Probably a lot of them, truthfully. And at least one other time, he didn’t use a condom.
I was living with him when he had a physical a few weeks ago, so we didn’t really need to have the awkward chat about whether it’s safe to do this or not. He may be a bad boy, but deep down, I know he cares about me, and I know he’d never put me in harm’s way.
So I revel in what we just did as he pumps his finger into me, as he sucks my nipple, as he pushes me into my second orgasm in a matter of minutes.
It’s stronger. More intense.
There’s nothing fake about this, that’s for damn sure.
My legs squeeze together, clamping shut over his fingers, but he rides it out with me, his finger continuing to pump as my hips jerk all over the place, his mouth firmly latched onto my nipple until my quakes start to slow.
I must fall asleep after that. Two intense orgasms in a row, and I’m freaking spent.
I wake in his bed, and a glance at the clock tells me it’s been an hour. I use the bathroom, slip into my pajamas, and sleep soundly until morning, when I’m awakened by the sounds of a baby crying through the monitor.
I’m about to leap out of bed when I hear the door to Jack’s room open, and then I hear Dex.
“Shh, Jack. Shh. Let’s let Ains sleep, okay? I kept her up past her bedtime, and she’s wrecked.”
I can’t help the smile playing at my lips as I listen to Dex. I think I might swoon a little as I listen to himnarratewhat he’s doing—just like I always do.
“I’ll pick you up and then we can find you some clothes for today, okay, little buddy? Let’s check the dresser drawers.”
I try to picture him holding the baby. He’s gotten better about it, and he may even have Jack on one hip with one arm tied up as he uses his other hand to open and close the dresser drawers.
“How about a green shirt and black shorts? Green is my favorite color, but don’t tell anyone. It’s supposed to be red since I play for the Aces. Don’t want anyone thinking I’m secretly throwing games to the Packers or the Jets now, do we?”
I giggle. So his favorite color is green. Duly noted.
I listen to him as he changes the diaper and then the clothes, and Jack listens to his daddy, too. The crying stopped long ago, and it might be the single cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed—and it was all over a baby monitor.
I get up once I hear them leave Jack’s room, and I use the restroom and brush my teeth before I head out to join them. I find Dex on the couch feeding Jack a bottle.
