My thumb gathers more cum to use as lube, and soon I’m knuckle deep in her. My cock is hard again, but I don’t have another condom.

“You on the pill?” I ask, voice harsh.

“Yes.”

“I’m clean.”

“Me too.”

I jerk my dick. “Can I fuck you bare?”

“God, yes. Fill me up.”

Her words set my libido ablaze, and I thrust into her without warning.

“Fuck,” she yells.

I stop. Did I hurt her?

“Don’t stop, asshole.”

I grin and push in farther. Reaching around her front, I play with her clit as I fuck her and push my thumb in and out of her fluttering asshole.

Even though I’ve only just come, I’m so hot for her, I won’t last. I strum her clit, and she fists her hands in the rug, panting like she’s running a race.

When she comes, her pussy and ass contract around my cock and thumb, and I groan as I unload in her.

Wave after wave of pleasure floods through me, and I come harder than I ever have in my life.

I collapse over her back, taking us both down to the rug, and rolling onto my side as I stay inside her. “I want to stay here forever,” I say. “With my cock buried deep in you.”

She gives a drunken laugh, all slurred sounding and dazed. “Yeah, it might make life difficult.”

I hitch my hips a little, and the feel of her around me is exquisite even though my dick is now ultra sensitive.

I cup her pussy in my hand, and we stay connected this way for a long time, as our breathing slowly returns to normal. The buzz of the doorbell has her shrieking and rolling away from me, my softening dick slipping out of her.

“Fuck. I hope no one saw this.”

She races out of the room, and I try not to laugh. Pulling my sweatpants on, I head to the window and peer out.

There’s a man at the door, and he looks like an entitled asshole. I wonder if he’s her boss or something at the television company. I bang on the glass, and he looks at me, eyes widening as he takes me in. I hold up two fingers, in the universal signal for give me a minute. Then I race upstairs and grab my gun. I pull a T-shirt on and a loose shirt covering the holster and go to answer the door.

The man waltzes into the house as if he owns it. “Where is Carolina, and who are you?” he asks.

“Who are you?” I demand, blocking him from going any farther.

“Joseph. Her boyfriend.”

Boyfriend? Is this dude the ex?

I step back, and then my evil side takes over. “Come into the lounge.”

The lounge that has a used condom in the empty grate of the fire and reeks of sex.