dress and stood up in one smooth, swift motion. Then, not slowing down one little bit, I reached into my back pocked and whipped out my wallet, plucking a condom from it and tossing it aside.
As I was tearing the packet open with my teeth, Reagan managed to unfasten my belt and free my cock from its denim constraints.
Fuck, the feeling of her fingers manipulating my hard shaft as my dick hit the open air was incredible. If I had even just a little less self-control, I definitely would have shot my load right then and there, all over her pretty sundress.
Thankfully, I avoided prematurely ending our encounter. As I slid the latex tube over the length of my dick, an unprovoked thought popped into my head.
I wish I didn’t have to put this on. I want to feel her without any barriers. Consequences be damned. If I put a baby in her, all the better.
Holy shit! Where had that come from? I’d never been tempted to raw dog it before this moment.
I didn’t take the time to dwell on the life-altering ramification of what following through on that stray thought would mean, but the surge of arousal the image sent through me ramped up my momentum so that when I pushed her skirt up around her waist and positioned myself at her entrance, I thrust myself inside her in one smooth, lightning-fast, and connected motion.
Her fingernails dug into my back. I could feel the bite of them, even through the fabric of my shirt.
God, as hot as it was being naked with Reagan, and having her naked body in my arms, there was a certain furious and dirty charm to being so damn desperate to fuck each other that we couldn’t even take the time to get our clothes off first.
As I pumped in and out of her, I could feel her inner walls clamping down around me, squeezing me like a velvet fist.
“Harder. Please, harder,” she begged as her face buried into my shoulder while she clung onto me.
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, but there was no way in hell I was going to explode before I made sure she was coming with me. I only wanted to feel my release if I knew that she was along for the ride.
I reached down between her legs and flicked her clit with my thumb as I pounded her. The timing was no easy feat, but the primal cry that ripped from her when I moved my thumb against that tender button more than made up for all the effort.
Closing my eyes, I tried to commit this moment to memory, to drag it out just a few seconds longer. I concentrated on how her arousal coated my finger as I flicked her clit. I focused on the rhythm of her panting as she gasped with pleasure. I fixated on the sensation of her heated breath against my neck, the sting of her nails digging into my shoulders, and the vice-like grip of her tight tunnel spasming around my rock-hard shaft as I entered her again and again.
Just when I thought I’d no longer be able to keep my release at bay, she threw her head back, exposing her graceful neck, now coated in a lovely sheen of sweat. I could see her pulse pounding in her neck and a wave of pride washed over me. I’d done that to her. I’d set her heart beating so fast that the blood rushing through her veins was hot and fast.
“Yes! Don’t stop,” she rasped out, around what were obviously some very strained vocal cords.
It was hard to tell if the words hit my ears or my dick faster, because as soon as she spit them out, my entire body convulsed with the powerful force of a raging orgasm.
The best part, though, was that even through my climax-induced haze, I could feel that she was being overwhelmed by the force of the same power.
When I floated back to reality, I was still buried deep inside of her and my forehead was pressed against hers. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open as she took in deep breaths.
Urgency flooded my system to lock down the next time I would see her. Today was the first official day of spring break, and one of the bars busiest nights. But after we closed I wanted to break my two fuck maximum rule as soon as possible.