Page 45 of Oxygen Deprived

She just fit me so perfectly, her walls wrapping me up snugly and sucking my entire length in. It was like two puzzle pieces snapping together.

I pulled my hand away from her chest and latched onto both of her hips, pulling nearly all the way out before I thrust back inside.

Her breasts bounced with the suddenness of the movement, her eyes slowly closing as she lost herself in the way I was making her feel.

Her sheath tightened around me as I steadily pumped into her, not stopping until long minutes later when she finally came apart around me.

Her hot pussy rippled, slowly sucking at my cock.

I looked down and watched my cock disappear inside of her, my gut clenching when I saw how full she looked.

With two more hard thrusts, my balls drew up, and I grunted in release as I followed her.

When the last drop left me, I slowly pulled out, only then noticing that the condom was no longer where it was supposed to be, which was on my cock.

I bit my lip as I pulled the condom from inside her with one finger, making her eyes go wide when she felt it leave her.

“You’re shitting me right now, aren’t you?” She gasped, doing some weird flip over her shoulder as she came to stand at my side, staring down in horror at the condom still in my hands.

Then she looked down at her thighs where my release was dripping down her left leg.

“I’m clean!” She blurted. “I had myself checked after Danny…you know.”

I pulled her in by her hip, slamming my mouth down onto hers for a quick, hard kiss.

“I’m clean, too,” I told her. “Had to get checked to join the SWAT team. Haven’t had anybody since I left my ex a year ago.”

“What about that chick I saw you with…the one that was there the night you helped me with my TV?” She asked hesitantly.

I shook my head. “Never went further than that kiss. Dinner and a kiss goodnight.”

She pursed her lips, then her eyes caught on my side where a red, angry indention was raised up on my side.

“I think my ankle bracelet is dangerous,” she whispered, running her fingers along the lines.

I chuckled then let her go, bending down to pick up the other used condom before tossing them into the fire.

“That’s probably not the way you’re supposed to dispose of those,” she mentioned teasingly.

I shrugged.

“Make sure you write a review about that,” I ordered her.

“About your performance, or the condom’s performance?” She clarified with a little smirk.

“Both, honey. Let me know if you’d like to try anything else out.”

She bent over the box and started pulling out sex toy after sex toy.

“Oh, I’ve got lots more to try out. How much time do you have?”

Chapter 9

Bitches be sippin’.

-Coffee Cup

Aspen