Page 78 of Forget That Guy
She got even cuter when she pulled away from me, turned onto her knees in the bed, and yanked her t-shirt off over her head.
Her eyes were wild when I went onto my back and brought my wet finger covered in her juices up to my mouth.
Her taste hit my tongue, and I groaned, keeping eye contact with her while I licked it clean.
She raked her eyes down the length of my body, her gaze focusing on the sheet that was tented over my groin.
The only thing holding the damn thing down was my constricting underwear.
Though they were barely doing that seeing as the head of my cock was completely past my waistband.
She reached for the sheet next to my thigh and slowly tugged it down, revealing first my cock head and then my underwear.
Her white teeth sank into her lower lip as her eyes went hooded.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s…big.”
Every man on the planet liked to be called big.
If they told you they didn’t, or didn’t care, then they were fucking lying.
There was no better feeling in the world than when someone contemplated your manhood.
At least, in that moment in time, there didn’t feel like there was a better feeling in the world.
“W-what about condoms?” she asked, her eyes solely focused on my cock.
“I’m clean.”
Her eyes finally left my dick, which was leaking on my bare stomach, to meet my eyes. “What about pregnancy?”
A pang of longing filled me.
I’d love to see Holly pregnant with my kid.
The feeling of seeing a woman growing with your child inside her was like crack cocaine. Overwhelmingly addictive.
However…
“I had a vasectomy,” I admitted forlornly. “After DeeDee.”
She exhaled. “Thank God.”
Then she was throwing herself on top of me and kissing me soundly.
I returned the kiss and reached between us to notch my cock head to her entrance.
She wiggled her hips down and slowly took me inside of her.
I rolled us so that I was on top again, but didn’t lose my connection to her mouth or her pussy. And when she was underneath me, I slowly pushed more and more of my cock inside of her until I was fully sheathed by her tight pussy.
“We have to be quiet,” I urged when she started to mewl. “It’s pretty late.”
“The animals…”
“Jetty took care of them this morning,” I gritted out. “We have time.”
She threaded her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss.
