Bad Cruz

“Good girl.”

I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth.

She whimpered and sank her fingernails into my skull, so deep I could almost feel them digging into my brain.

I made her finish first, got another orgasm out of it—because I was that kind of gentleman—then ascended over her body, dropping kisses and bites along her skin as I glided one finger in and out of her, pressing my hot, swollen erection against her stomach.

I filled her mouth with my tongue again and every inch of her skin was chasing mine.

“I’m going to get a condom now, sweetheart. I’ll put it on, then I’ll make sure to pull out before I come, too, okay? I’ll do both. I promise.”

I would promise her my whole house, newly mortgage-free, if she said yes. So I made sure to highlight how much I was going to be careful about it.

She shook her head, still kissing me. “No, no. I’ll do anything else. Just not that.”

Anything?

I wasn’t bastard enough to suggest anal, although let the record show it did cross my mind.

“Sweetheart…” It wasn’t the sex she was scared of, it was pregnancy. But—

“Banana! Banana, banana, banana!”

She grabbed my shaft between us and squeezed at the root, moving her hand up and down, trying to get me off. I wanted to try to convince her one more time, but she said the safe word, and even though I was attached to a dick, I wasn’t one. “You’re supposed to stop when someone calls the safe word.”

“Here,” she mumbled into our dirty kiss, not stopping her hand. “I’ll get you off, too.”

The worst part was that my cock, which was not known for its astuteness, was absolutely okay with the deal. It sprang in her hand happily, bobbing along each time she gave it a thorough stroke.

I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was going to come all over her chest. I ripped my mouth from hers, looking down between us as she jerked me off, my cock angled between her tits.

I didn’t want to miss it when it happened.

“Am I doing that okay?”

“Maybe go a little faster.”

She did.

I closed my eyes, dropping my head backward.

“Faster?”

She went faster.

I was at her mercy.

I was never at women’s mercy when it came to sex. I dated good old-fashioned belles who did what I told them to do in the bedroom. Took instructions well, always over-performed, and never suggested anything outside the box.

“Shit, sweetheart, I’m close.”

“Awesome,” she breathed underneath me, and I could feel the tips of her tits bouncing to the rhythm of her movements.

And then it happened.

My cock shot white congratulatory confetti at her breasts for making me come. This was hands-down the best orgasm I’d ever had. And I’d had many.

I plopped beside her, jerking her into my arms and kissing her forehead.