Oh.
I nodded. “Got it,” I said softly.
Funny thing was, I did feel reassured.
Though I planned on going out and buying a Plan B first thing tomorrow morning.
Besides, my chance of getting pregnant was slim, considering my irregular cycle. It was still best to be cautious.
“I can hear you thinking,” he muttered.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not thinking about anything. Not me.”
“No?” he asked, his eyes taking on a mischievous gleam.
He ran his hand down my body, between my breasts, over my belly button, and finally, cupping my pussy.
He turned me around until my back was to his chest.
“Spread your legs,” he said darkly.
I whimpered and did as he asked, spreading my legs and placing them on the outside of him.
I looked down as he played with my pussy.
“Look how pretty this little cunt looks,” he said, “with my cum coming out of it.”
My inner thigh muscles clenched from his words, and I watched as he stabbed a single finger inside me.
Slowly, he finger-fucked me with it.
“Are you sore?”
I nodded. “A little bit.”
But I wasn’t going to tell him to stop.
“Do you know how fucking badly it turns me on to know you’re hurting a little?”
I swallowed, unable to voice my answer, but I did know. I could feel him growing hard behind me.
He pulled back out of me, and I bit in a small protest, which quickly disappeared when he landed three sharp smacks against my pussy.
I grabbed his wrist, and he looked at me in amusement.
I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or continue.
“Are you wet for me?”
I could only nod.
He pulled away and massaged my pussy. “Fucking drenched,” he gritted out, moving up and playing with my clit.
Our eyes met as he continued to rub my clit, and it wasn’t long before the orgasm hit me again. I leaned my head against his chest, taking in his scent while I tried to return from the fall.
And when I thought I could open my eyes and take him in, I found him smiling just as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them.
“Fucking delicious,” he said with a smirk.