Ask Me If I Care (SWAT Generation 2.0 4)

I felt his thick cock thwack against my back, the resounding slap making me smile.

I definitely had his attention now.

Which was more than obvious in the next second when he lifted my hips and positioned himself at my entrance.

Before I could fully seat myself, though, he reversed our positions and slammed himself home, making a silent scream take over my face.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, his mouth now peppering my face with kisses.

My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when he started to move his hips, slowly at first, until he’d worked himself up to a fast, punishing rhythm.

I didn’t complain in the least.

Couldn’t, really.

I had nothing to complain about.

And, fifteen minutes later, when we were both spent, and Hayes’ entire body weight was pinning me to the bed, I really had nothing to complain about.

I’d never felt anything like I’d just felt with him in my life.

“We didn’t use a condom.” I panted, mostly because I couldn’t draw in a complete breath with his full body weight pinning me down.

But I was sure it also had to do with my breathlessness due to the three amazing orgasms he’d given me in the last fifteen minutes.

The man was a God.

I didn’t think it was normal to have this kind of sex life.

I mean, how would one survive?

He moved then, rolling until I was on top of him instead of the other way around, and squeezed me lightly around the waist.

“We’re making a mess on the bed,” I breathed against his chest.

I felt like a boneless pile of euphoria.

It was a surreal feeling.

Still, he didn’t say anything.

I sighed and kept quiet, my eyes closing, and my muscles relaxing after a long day.

And soon, I didn’t think of anything at all because I was asleep, protected in my man’s arms.

Hours later, I woke up to Hayes’ rumbling.

There was a pause in the rumbling, and then it started up again.

I went up onto an elbow planted in his chest and stared blearily at Hayes who was talking quietly into the phone.

Not quiet enough, apparently.

Glancing at the clock, I realized it was now six in the evening.

I’d slept on top of Hayes for over an hour and a half. And he’d held me there, throwing a blanket over me at some point.

When I sat up all the way, it pinned his hard cock in between us.

I started to undulate my hips, causing his mouth to twitch.

I didn’t know who was on the phone, but I did know that I liked the way it felt, me grinding down onto him.

I liked it so much that when his cock met my entrance, I purposefully shifted backward so that he slipped inside of me instead of against me.

His words hitched as he spoke to whoever he was speaking to, but I didn’t stop.

Instead, I grinned wickedly down at him and rode him slowly.

“Yes,” he said.

I wasn’t sure if that ‘yes’ was to me or to whoever he was speaking to.

I ran my hand down the length of my body, stopping at my nipples for a few seconds to pluck at them and make them a bit harder.

Then moved down to my pussy where I spread my lips so I could see what I was doing to him.

I looked obscene where I was stretched around the wide width of his cock, and it made my pussy throb in excitement.

“Yes, sir,” Hayes said.

That one obviously wasn’t for me.

I moved harder and faster, squeezing my pussy tight in hopes to get him off the phone.

I didn’t know who he was talking to, but I did know that it was feeling really, really good.

So good, in fact, that I was on the verge of coming.

Then an idea hit me, and I pulled up and off of his cock, only to twist around and impale myself on him, this time from the opposite direction.

This way would afford him a really good look at where he was entering me. And also a view of other, more taboo things.

“Yes, sir.”

This time there was a crack in the ‘sir.’

It made me snicker, which also caused me to tighten around him.

I reached forward and placed my hands right above his knees, which was about the time that I saw the diamond engagement ring sparkling on my finger.

I froze, his cock half in, half out of me, and stared.

“Yes, sir,” Hayes rumbled.

I looked at him over my shoulder, then raised my hand in a silent ‘what is this.’

He grinned at me unrepentantly.

Well…two could play that game.

I slammed myself down harder, then reached backward and gathered some of the wetness off of where we were connected, and drug it backward along a different, more taboo hole, making sure to use the finger that had the ring on it for added effect.

Hayes’ hand tightened so hard on my ass that I knew I would have a bruise there in the morning.