Page 46 of The Do-Over Girl

“You have to ask?” She unzips me and peels my pants back, moving like an acrobat, her breasts bouncing close to my face. I grab one in my hands, pull it to my mouth and suck hard on her nipple like I’m starved. It does nothing to calm my impatient dick as she maneuvers my pants and boxers off me, pulling her nipple from my mouth.

My hands go to her hips as she settles back down, warming my balls, with my cock standing straight up in front of her, pulsing and needy. She stares at it, and I can see her mouth fucking water, her eyes all glassy.

“I’m about to explode, baby. Take it easy—”

Shit, I bite my tongue to prevent a loud groan as she takes me in one swift swallow, as if her throat is endless. Her hands wrap around my base, and she hits the back of her throat and gags.

“Christ.” It’s all I can grit out as I concentrate on trying not to lose it while simultaneously going dizzy with the erotic pleasure of watching her bob her head up and down in slow motion, her hot, wet tongue lashing me while her throat tightens around me with each gag.

When her hands pump me as her mouth rises to my tip, and I watch the head-spinning erotic show, I feel the tension gathering in my balls, and I call it.

“No, you don’t,” I growl as I grip her hips and lift her. She laughs a sultry version of the joyful sound and just as familiar and heart-wrenching. Also, cock pleasing. My legs and arms vibrate with the strain as I lower her pussy dead center onto my shaft, all the fucking way to the hilt.

An enormous shudder of need and painful restraint goes through me as I hold onto my control, refusing to let go just yet.

“You feel so good…” Her voice is dreamy and her eyes hooded as she watches me. “I love being on top of you. Seeing you lose control turns me on like nothing else, Nash. Did you know that?”

“Uh-huh.” I bite my tongue until I can taste blood as I hold her in place while she tries to move. She’s so tight and wet and hot, the sensations flood me, and my blood roars through me to engorge my cock fully. “Take it easy—”

“No way. No holds barred. Remember?”

“Fuck.” I let her move, keeping my hands on her hips as she slides up and then slams down.

“Oh my God.” She’s loud, which means she’s losing control, too. I put a shaky hand over her mouth—the one attached to my good shoulder. The one that hasn’t been bitten. Yet.

We stare at each other as she moves up and down, and I drown in the sensations, the rising tension bringing me tighter and higher than I can stand, stretching my limits more than ever before. I move my hips and hers, taking over, keeping the pace so I can prolong the exquisite torture of being inside her—

Fuck. I’m inside her raw. Naked and unprotected. Like I’ve never been before.

“What’s the matter?” She leans forward. I didn’t realize I slowed down.

“You’re on birth control, right?” I rasp the question, holding my breath, my pulse pounding.

Her face clears, and she nods.

Then I start moving again, determined to savor every bit of the feeling of her velvety core, the wet heat of her, so tight around me, as I slam her against me again and again, bringing her ass against my hips until they slap against my balls, and holding on tight to the last vestiges of my control.

I snap as soon as she lets out her scream, muffled by my hand. I feel the shudder of her body and her pussy clamping down on my cock like a boa constrictor, forcing me to give in, to let loose the most violently mind-blowing orgasm, shooting cum straight into her so hard and fast I can feel it everywhere. Pulse after pulse jets into her as she collapses on top of me and holds on, and I hold onto her tight like if I let go, she’ll fall apart, we’ll both fall apart into a million pieces. Shattered. Fuck.

All I can hear is my heart jackhammering and my breath heaving for several minutes as she lies on top of me in my arms.

She moves her arms around me as she raises her head to look at me. “Tell me it’s never been like this before.”

“It’s abso-fucking-lutely never been like this before, Lollipop.” She smiles, and my heart stops. Fuck. Is it ever going to be like this again? Jesus. Stay in the moment.

She rolls to my side and nestles in my arm with her head on my shoulder. Her hand reaches down to caress my dick, which appreciates the gratitude.

After my heartbeat calms down and my dick relaxes enough so I’m not worried about it being broken, I gather her closer in my arms. My body is sated and calm, and contentment starts to settle in.

“Are you going to sleep?” she says.

“Why do you ask?” I turn and prop myself up on one elbow—on my good side with the uninjured shoulder. “You need to talk, Kali?” I whisper, hoping to hell the answer is no.

“No. Let’s be in the present, Nash, stay in the here and now. I want to let all my past baggage go.”

“Even if it’s unresolved baggage?” I have to ask because I know the unresolved shit has a way of resurrecting itself when you least expect it. That’s how I got engaged to a woman who didn’t want kids.

But Kali and I are in a state of temporary suspension, like a bubble, our time here at Andrews Point a cut-out from our real lives, not meant to be permanent.