CHAPTER 14
I make poor decisions. I don’t even need alcohol.
-Tide to Coreline
TIDE
On a scale of one to ten, I was definitely at an eleven when it came to poor decision-making skills.
One, I shouldn’t have brought her with me tonight.
From the moment I’d seen her face, seen that bruise forming, I should’ve told her to go home and let me handle it.
Because, like usual when it came to her, I didn’t think straight. Or correctly.
I thought, like always, that I could handle myself and my need when it came to her.
Well, I was dead wrong.
In fact, out of all the things that I should be doing right now—like dealing with the fallout of punching out two bikers—I was in this exam room with my fingers buried deep inside of the best, tightest pussy I’d ever felt.
And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this was the first time that Coreline was doing this.
I’d made her life a living hell whenever I could. When would she have had time to do anything?
And if she did have time, with the men she’d been dating?
Men like Franklin? Why would she ever want to have sex with him?
I pushed two fingers inside of her, loving the way the muscles in her back tensed up at the intrusion.
“You’re not answering me,” I growled.
I didn’t need her to voice it mostly because I already knew.
But I would approach this differently if she…
“It takes nothing for you to just shove your cock inside of me and get us both off,” she growled, shoving herself backward onto my fingers.
My knuckle brushed her clit, and she moaned, throwing her head back in response.
But she was right.
It took nothing to shove my dick inside of her.
Yet something was making me go slow. To hold back.
I wanted her to like it.
I wanted her to want it again.
I wanted her to be addicted to my cock.
I pulled my fingers free, and I know what she expected.
My cock to press against her entrance.
And honestly, I was about to give her the exact opposite—being my mouth—but she stopped me before I could descend, proving she knew me better than I knew myself.
“You have a fresh cut on your chin,” she pointed out. “Let’s give that a few days before you decide to bathe it in pussy juice.”
She had a point.
I groaned and pulled away, bringing my hand down on her ass in a solid slap that reverberated around the small room.
She gasped and looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “What the fuck was that?”
“Why do you have to be such a know it all?” I asked, squeezing her ass so hard where I’d slapped it that the skin and meat of her butt conformed to my hand.
She licked her lips, letting me know without words that she liked what I’d done. What I was doing.
What I was about to do.
“Tide,” she hissed, wiggling her hips. “I know that you want to make this a magical experience and all…”
I lined my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside.
Or tried to.
My cock was on the larger side, and her pussy was small.
It got about an inch inside before it stalled out.
She hissed at the invasion, her forehead going down to rest on the exam table as I slowly worked my cock into her pussy.
One slow, delicious, full and invading inch at a time, until finally I was seated so deep inside of her that I realized this was bad.
Bad, bad, bad.
Why?
Because I liked where I was.
I liked it a whole fucking lot.
And this was only supposed to be once.
This was only supposed to be…
“Condom.”
That word sounded like it was yanked straight out of my soul.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her shoulder blades tensing with the word. “Tide…”
I started to pull out, but she followed right along with me, shaking her head.
“No, no, no.” She was just about as with it as I was at that moment.
I wanted to do nothing but thrust…
I pushed in, pulled out, and then pushed back in.
The movement in and of itself was small.
But it was enough to have my balls lifting and my cock swelling in size.
Oh, and every single hesitation and reservation flying right the fuck out of the window.
“God,” she breathed. “Fuck me.”
I latched on to her hips, loving the way that my fingers sank into soft flesh.
I’d love it even more if…
I pulled her up so that her feet were on the step that helped the vertically challenged get onto the exam tables, then groaned at the perfect height.
I fucked her hard and steady, trying really hard not to come within the first two strokes.
A few seconds in, it was quite obvious that I wasn’t going to make it.
Not unless she somehow came just as fast with zero clit stimulation and…
Her pussy clamped down so hard on my cock that I saw stars. Seconds later, she was screaming into the table, her fingers fisting in the paper and unrolling at least another table’s length in her enthusiasm.