Chapter Thirteen
Callie
Sex has never been like that for me. I’m used to missionary. I could be on top if the lights were off and my ex didn’t have to see me, and if he was drunk perhaps a little doggy-style. Never has anyone spanked me. Never has anyone eaten my pussy like it was their last damn meal. And never, I mean never, has a man come on my skin. I’ve never even had sex without a condom. Thank God he was thinking ahead because I wasn’t.
I feel dirty but happy, not that it makes any sense.
Both of us fight to get our breathing under control, neither of us moving for long moments. Then I feel his hand caress my ass, the globe he spanked in the heat of the moment.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I laugh.
“Sorry.” I chuckle. “I know men don’t want a woman to laugh at them after sex and I swear I wasn’t.”
“What’s so funny then?”
“I can’t feel my legs.”
He chuckles too before turning us on our side and pulling me against his body. I can feel the slipperiness of his cum between us and his semi-hard cock nestled against my ass. And I know we’re making a mess, but I honestly don’t give a shit. It doesn’t seem like he does either.
For long moments we lie together in silence before I speak. “I’m not on anything,” I whisper.
“We’ll deal with it.”
“I don’t even know if you’re clean. I don’t even know if I am,” I say quickly, panic building in my chest.
“We’ll sort it out in the morning,” he replies rubbing a hand down my back. “No use panicking now. It’s not like we can do anything about it.”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” I say ignoring his words. “And he was my first.”
Quickly, Mancuso presses me flat on my back against the bed, his form looming over me. He stares at my naked body with lust blazing in his gaze. His cock already hard once more.
“You can’t say shit like that,” he mumbles. “If what we just did was new to you, I can’t wait to do more.”
Taking his cock in hand, he rubs the head through my pussy lips before bumping it against my clit.
“Mancuso?”
But he isn’t listening to me. Slowly he sinks his cock inside me once more, using his hands to frame my sex.
“Perfect fucking pussy,” he mutters, withdrawing from my heat, staring as he pushes back in. “Fuck.”
The way he is looking at me and his words have my fear from earlier fleeing, allowing me to enjoy what he is doing to my body.
“I am going to wreck you,” he says, looking me in the eyes. “I’m going to do dirty, depraved things to this beautiful body.” He thrusts hard, shaking my breasts. “Tomorrow, we’ll get tested, and you’ll go on birth control. I want to flood this pussy with my cum. Every chance I get.”
“Jesus,” I moan, my head thrown back. “Why is that so fucking sexy?”
“I have no idea,” he rumbles, picking up the pace. “But I know I want to fuck you every chance I get. I want to fuck every hole you have until you beg me to stop. I want to fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want.”
My orgasm is building, cresting, pushing me higher. His words. Dear God, who knew I liked dirty talk?
“And you’re going to let me.” He smirks. “Aren’t you, Callie?”
“Please,” I mewl.
“What is it?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”
“I … I don’t know,” I cry out.
The slap to the outside of my left breast surprises me but what shocks me more is the fact that my orgasm explodes through me. Mancuso slaps my right breast as well, my back bowing off the bed as my orgasm drags on.
“Look at me,” he demands. My gaze locks with his as his hips continues to pump. “This is the last time.”
His cock slips from within my heat. He takes it in hand and works his fist over the glistening length. It only takes a moment before he explodes, his cum landing on my stomach and breasts, painting my skin white.
“Next time I fuck you, I won’t pull out.”