Don't Promise (Don't 3)

Her eyes fired. “Why not?” she asked wickedly.

“Because you know what I’ll do.”

She bounced forward in slow motion, dragging her nipples over my torso like twin peaks luring me to salvation or damnation—I couldn’t tell which.

My fingers dipped inside her again for a quick pump. I brought them to my lips, tasting the sweetness of her honey. I sucked on one and then the other.

Alexa wriggled until her belly grazed my shaft, reviving it with a new pulsing fever. She pushed up, licking her lips.

“You need to stop,” I warned. “The condoms are in the hallway with my bag. And that’s half a mile away in this house.”

“I don’t want them.”

“Then what do you want?”

She continued to bewitch me with the sway of her hips. The enticement of her tits.

“You’re powerful, Luke. And strong.” Her nails scraped over my abs, causing my stomach to flinch. It felt as if she were a fucking siren leading me to the edge of a cliff.

“Where are you going with this?” I was so hard I thought I might come now. She was tempting me with every inch of her body.

“Fuck me, Luke.”

“I want to, but I want things to be more under control with your birth control.” She was killing me. She didn’t know I had jerked off every night this week to the picture of coming deep inside her. Filling her with my cum.

She reached between her legs and her fingers landed on her clit. Her hair swept off her shoulders as her head reeled back.

“Stop it,” I commanded.

“No,” she groaned. “Fuck me.”

She strummed, whimpering with each stroke. I lost it. My dick only wanted one thing—to sink into her velvet walls. I tilted the base of my cock, until the head jutted toward her entrance.

“Oh God,” she moaned, sliding backward, sucking me in.

My arms wrapped around her, clutching her lower back. She r

ode with gentle thrusts, slanting her hips upward so I could hit her at the most intense angle.

I pulled her lips toward me, finding the warmth of her mouth and the silk of her tongue.

“Come on me, baby,” I urged. I wanted to feel it before I pulled out. I wanted her tightening on my dick. Squeezing me. Panting my name. Vibrating with pleasure.

I reached between us, clasping my fingers on her clit.

“Oh God,” she cried.

“Come for me,” I whispered in her ear. And I felt the wash of the orgasm consume her body. She rocked and spiraled, gasping for air.

Her eyes opened and I smiled. She might have seduced me into this, but I was still twice her size. I lifted her up and twisted her onto her back, sinking my shaft deep inside her. She arched her back, tilting for me. I pumped hard, enjoying the friction between us. Wanting more than this. Wanting to fill her belly.

“Oh shit, Alexa. Fuck.”

My spine tightened and I felt the clutch in my stomach.

I pumped again, before jerking out of her and covering her stomach with my golden seed. I reached forward, spreading it on her hard nipples.

“Oh, God.”