Joke’s on You by Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,28

terrify her, either.

Not with the depth of my feelings for her.

“I’m not a virgin, Booth,” she whispered desperately. “Fuck me already. I won’t break.”

Upon hearing those words, my control snapped.

I was pissed and desperate and angry and filled with all kinds of possessive fury at her words.

I fucked her hard enough to make her mine.

I wasn’t sure why I was so pissed that she’d had someone before me.

I had no right to be, that was for sure.

Yet, I was.

I was pissed because I was stupid.

And I lost control.

My hips started to slam hard into hers, my cock filling her so hard, deep and fast that she barely caught her breath before I was filling her full once again.

The new speed had the mirror behind us jolting with each of my thrusts, and the drawers that my knees were knocking against were practically slamming in tune with my movements.

But I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

Especially not when her pussy started to tighten around me—rippling, gripping, and coaxing my release to the surface whether I wanted it to be there or not.

I liked to say that I had at least some control. But the next few seconds proved that I didn’t.

The moment that her orgasm hit her, my eyes went unseeing as I gritted my teeth and gave her one last thrust of my cock before I stilled inside of her.

I physically felt the condom snap, yet my orgasm was just too far gone.

I shot my cum inside of her.

Filled her up and didn’t fucking care about the consequences.

I wanted to do it.

Again and again and again.

Until the only thing that mattered was her and me.

She could only ever remember me being inside of her.

Making her feel this way.

Giving her this.

When I came back to myself, I knew I’d fucked up.

Yet, I couldn’t find it in me to be too upset about it.

I licked my lips and moved my gaze up to her face.

She was staring down at where we were connected.

I looked, too, seeing the ragged remains of the condom around the base of my cock.

“So… the condom broke,” I said.

She snorted out a laugh.

“No duh,” she said. “I felt the elastic snap, I’m not sure how it happened, but I swear to God it hit my labia. I’ve never… I just thought you wouldn’t feel it if it broke. I guess I was wrong.”

I couldn’t help it.

I laughed.

“I hope that your labia is all right,” I teased as I pulled out of her.

Before I could so much as comment more, or enjoy the way she looked with my seed pouring out of her, I heard Asa’s voice.

“Daddy! I’m going to bed,” Asa called out as he walked past the bathroom.

I swallowed hard, feeling a sensation of ice-cold water being poured over my head.

There was nothing like the sound of your kid’s voice to cool you off right quick.

I swallowed past the ball of embarrassment in my throat.

“Make sure you take your bowl with you, bud!” I called out, quickly yanking the broken condom off my cock.

A muffled ‘I got it’ came from him as he continued on into his room.

Then there was the sound of his door slamming, and I felt my face flush.

“You know,” Dillan said as she situated her clothes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed before.”

I chuckled as I reached for the discarded towel and wiped myself clean.

Once done, I handed it over to her.

She took it with a grateful smile, folding it so she had an unsoiled side, and cleaned herself up, too.

“I’ll be in the living room when you’re done,” she said as she walked out of the door leading into the hallway.

Before I could say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to her statement, she practically ran down the hallway.

When I came out a few minutes later, she was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands.

“You okay?” I asked curiously.

She dropped her hands from her face and nodded her head. “I’m fine. I’m just… I should’ve been more cognizant of my surroundings.”

Her and me both.

I grinned and dropped down onto the couch next to her, being careful not to jar my body too badly.

“You okay?” she asked when she saw the care I took in my movements.

“I’m fine,” I admitted. “Just sore.”

She twisted on her butt and planted her feet into the couch between us, facing me.

“All that movement earlier…” She shook her head. “You should’ve probably not done that.”

I winked at her. “Maybe, but I sure wasn’t hurting all that much when I was.