Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

cock inside you,” he breathed against her mouth.

She could only nod.

He rose to his feet and reached down for her, murmuring, “Stand up, baby.”

It was difficult—her legs felt so weak—but she got to her feet. He positioned her so that one foot remained propped on the platform she’d just risen from. His hands closed greedily at her hips, under the skirt that was now raised to her waist—but he was struggling with her panties, the crotch of which had fallen back into place.

“Damn it,” he muttered, trying to pull the fabric aside from the back, but in her new position, the little swath of lace insisted on staying in the way. Finally, he gave a hard yank and ripped the thong off, the side seam tearing, sending the lace to fall at her ankle. “There,” he said, sounding relieved.

Mmm, she felt thoroughly possessed by him now. Yet still she needed more. “In me,” she whispered. It was the only speech she could manage at the moment, and she wanted him desperately, wanted to know what his huge shaft would feel like inside her.

Shifting her hips slightly, he poised the tip of his cock at her opening. She instinctively pushed against it, thinking, Fill me, fill me up.

He thrust slow and gentle against her, once, twice, three times. She felt him begin to enter, begin to open her, but already she could tell it was a tight fit. She let out a small growl of distress as he pushed upward again. Against her will, a small cry escaped her—his width was too much for her.

“You’re so damn tight,” he whispered, the lines of his face stretched taut with frustration.

She spoke between panting breaths. “I’ve been with the same guy since high school. He wasn’t nearly this big.”

Once more, he thrust his large cock upward into her softness. “Am I hurting you?”

She clenched her teeth. She wanted desperately to say no. She wanted desperately for him to fit. But finally, she let out a sigh. “A little. But it’s all right. Because I want you in there. I want your cock in my pussy so bad.”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, leaning his head back. “Baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you just made me come.” Grabbing his shaft, he aimed it so that warm spurts of white liquid shot directly onto the front of her cunt as he moaned his release. Despite how it had occurred, it brought her tremendous pleasure to know she’d made it happen, and she liked being able to see and feel the hot, wet evidence of his orgasm.

When it was done, they both stood frozen for a moment, staring at his white fluid as it mingled in her light curls, draping down into where she remained pink and open for him.

“God, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was probably sixteen the last time that happened. But when you said what you said…” He tilted his head and grinned. “Damn, angel, you drove me over the edge.”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “I just wish I could have, you know…made you fit.”

He smiled. “I don’t think that’s something you can control.” He glanced down at her pussy, reaching out to cup it. “You’re starting to drip.” He looked around helplessly. “And we don’t even have a napkin.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry I got it all over you. This was, uh, not how I intended this to go.”

She bit her lip. “I’m not sorry. Rub it in.”

His eyes glimmered with revived fire. “Mmm, baby.” Pressing his hand fully to her cunt, he began to gently massage his semen into her soft flesh. She looked into his eyes, letting the wet caress begin to get her hot again. “Sorry I ripped your panties,” he said, although he sounded more sexy than sorry, given his current task.

“I loved it. I loved making you feel that urgent.”

He laughed. “Well, like I said, none of this was what I planned.”

“What exactly did you plan?”

“I was thinking I’d kiss you, touch you some, just get us good and primed for later. But then you seduced me, you bad girl.”

She only grinned. “I hate to break this to you, but you were easy.”

Another laugh escaped him. “That I can’t deny.” Then he sighed. “But I do wish I’d managed to wait, so I could get you in a bed, and we could do this right.”

She sighed, doubtful. “Is getting me in a bed going to make my pussy any bigger or your cock any smaller?”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, angel. I have a plan.”

She couldn’t help saying, “I hope it works better than your last plan.”

“You’re funny,” he said, then pinched her ass and she let out a squeal, after which she clamped her hand over her mouth.

“By the way, I think you’ve been gone for more than fifteen minutes.”

He leaned his head back in a nod. “Luckily, Tom’s an easygoing guy, and I suspect the crowd will be even lighter than when we left.” With that, he extracted his hand from between her legs and gently pulled her skirt back down. As he pulled up his underwear and did up his shorts, she adjusted her bra back into place and worked on her buttons. “All set?” he asked.

She reached down and plucked up her ripped panties. “What about these?”

He took them from her hand and stuffed them in his pocket. “Just so you know, I’ll probably be on the verge of exploding again in no time just thinking about you walking around without anything under that cute little skirt.”

“Good.”

“Shit,” he said then.

“What?”

He ran his hand back through his hair. “It just hit me. I can’t believe…I forgot about a condom. Damn it, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay—we didn’t…”

“But we sure as hell tried to.” He looked disgusted with himself. “And I’m always so damn careful, too. “

She grabbed his hand. “If you’re always ‘so damn careful,’ then…”

“Then what?”

She shrugged softly and smiled. “Then maybe we don’t have to