“Christ,” I grit, grinding my teeth, watching her tits bounce up and down to her own rhythm.

At first she squeezes her eyes shut, arching her back as she rides me slowly. My gaze takes in every inch of her, absorbing her into memory. The veiled light from the window shines over her body, highlighting every curve. I dig my fingers into her hips, guiding her forward, then back, joining her rhythm with my own hungry thrusts.

She straightens her neck and opens her eyes, focusing them on me. Fuck. Our eyes lock on each other as she grinds harder and faster. My balls tighten, making my hands clench into a bruising grip, making Winter yelp under the pain.

No, no, no…

“Sorry,” I rasp, looking away from her, trying to distract myself from blowing my wad early.

She feels too fucking good. She looks too fucking good. She smells too fucking good.

Her eyes narrow on mine, suspiciously, as she grinds over me harder and faster. But even seeing Winter bouncing up and down from my periphery, threatens to send me over. My release climbs up my thighs, and I know if she doesn’t slow down, I’m done.

Not yet, you dumb motherfucker!

I try to slow her pace with my hands and still my hips, stopping my thrusts, but she only picks up the pace.

“Winter, slow down,” I grit through clenched teeth, trying to appear casual when really, I’m grasping at fucking straws trying to stop the volcano from erupting.

Winter slows, but fuck I’m already halfway there. What’s done is fucking done.

Thrusting my hips forward, I grunt, filling my condom with the most unwelcome orgasm I’ve ever fucking experienced. Winter slows to a stop and stares down at me, her eyes widening into big round globes. A slow smile ghosts across her lips as realization hits her.

“Did you just—”

“Shut up,” I say, turning my head. I can’t look at her.

“Aleck Fox…” Winter says with a grin. “Sex god Aleck Fox…” Her grin widens. “Mr. I’m Going to Murder Your Pussy… Did you just—”

“Grimm, don’t finish that sentence!”

Winter falls onto the bed beside me in a fit of laughter. My half-mast cock flops back onto my stomach showing me proof that I’m a giant fucking asshole.

“I told you to slow the fuck down,” I narrow my eyes on her.

“I thought you could handle it. You told me you were going to murder my puss—”

“Winter, I’m serious,” I warn. “If you don’t stop—”

“You’ll what?” she chokes. “You’ll prematurely ejaculate again?” Her laughter deepens, making her snort.

“That’s it!” I rip off the condom, then toss it into a small trash bin next to my nightstand. I lift onto my knees and climb over her, straddling Winter’s waist, then grab her wrists, and pin them over her head.

She laughs so obnoxiously it’s hard for me not to join her.

This woman is going to kill me someday, but I’m pretty sure I’ll have a smile on my face.