I slammed into my girl like a wild animal, rutting fast and hard, consumed by the pleasure and desperate to reach the pinnacle.
Ember’s body was tense, and I could feel her approaching her climax. “Come, baby,” I demanded gruffly. “Let me feel you. I popped that sweet cherry, and now I want all those juices coating my dick while you fly apart with it buried deep inside you.”
“Nixon! Yes! Yes!” Ember screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. Her nails bit into my flesh, and her legs clamped tight around me while her body shook with rapture.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” I grunted as I drove in and out, drawing out her climax and approaching my own. “Fuck! Ember! That’s it, baby. Oh, fuck! Fuck!”
I thrust in one last time, burying myself as deep as possible. Then I threw my head back and bellowed her name as a wall of pleasure slammed into me. My cock erupted, filling Ember with so much of my seed, it oozed out between us. The realization that we hadn’t used protection flitted through my mind but didn’t stay long. I was too distracted by the feel of her naked pussy wrapped around me, her languid body pressed against mine, and her soft voice when she murmured, “We definitely need to do that again.”
5
Ember
I wasn’t sure what woke me up only seconds before my phone vibrated with an incoming call from my dad. Maybe it was my subconscious telling me that something was wrong or just good luck. Either way, I was able to answer without waking Nixon, who was sleeping soundly beside me. His naked body was sprawled on the mattress, providing quite a distraction, so I whispered, “Hold on a second, Dad.”
As I slid off the bed, I grabbed Nixon’s shirt off the floor, tugged it on, and padded quietly out of the room. After shutting the door behind me, I asked, “Are you guys okay? Is something wrong? You never call this early.”
“I’m sorry to wake you up, kiddo, but I thought you’d want to know right away.” He heaved a deep sigh, and I braced for whatever he was about to tell me because it couldn’t be good. He never would’ve called at four o’clock in the morning unless it was an emergency. “Your mom woke up in the middle of the night like she usually does.”
My breath caught in my throat, and my heart started to race. “Uh-huh.”
“And after she was done in the bathroom, she went downstairs to get something to drink. Only she didn’t turn on the light at the top of the stairs because she was afraid that it would wake me up. You know how she worries about me getting enough sleep.”
My dad had struggled with insomnia ever since we lost my little brother five years ago. He was one of the strongest people I knew, but I didn’t think he could handle it if something awful happened to my mom. The pain in his voice killed me. “Is she okay?”
“The fool woman is lucky to have only broken her leg and not her neck,” he grumbled.
“Oh, wow,” I breathed, my shoulders slumping in relief that it wasn’t anything more serious. “How bad is it?”
“Well, we’re currently sitting in the emergency room, waiting to talk to an orthopedic surgeon because she managed to snap her tibia and fracture her fibula,” he explained.
I cringed, feeling a twinge of sympathy pain in my leg. “Ouch.”
“They’ve given her the good drugs, so she’s not feeling much of anything at the moment.”
Although the situation was serious, my lips curved into a little grin as I imagined the kinds of things she was probably saying right now since she had always been sensitive to painkillers. “That’s good, at least.”
“It’s the only good thing that’s happened since her screams woke me a couple of hours ago. The ER doctor said she might need surgery to repair the break.”
“Oh, no,” I cried, grateful for the timing of my mom’s mishap. “Thank goodness I’m on spring break. I’ll hop on a plane so I can help.”
“You don’t need to do that, kiddo. I can take care of your mother just fine all by myself,” he protested.
“I know I don’t need to, but I want to be there for both of you,” I insisted. “I won’t be able to enjoy any of my time off anyway. Not while I’m worrying about how she’s doing.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised that you’d be stubborn about this.”
My smile widened. “I get it from you.”
“That you do,” he conceded. “But if you’re going to hop on a plane at the last minute, I’m paying for the ticket. Get a direct flight so you don’t get stuck spending the whole day traveling.”
“Will do,” I agreed, wondering how quickly I could get to the airport. There tended to be a lot of early departures between six and seven o’clock. If I rushed, I might be able to make it onto one of them. “I’m going to call Naomi while I’m on the way and ask her to search online for the best flight. I’ll text you the details as soon as I know when I’ll be there.”