clean. I’ll wear a condom if you want me to, or if there’s a need to it for it?”
She shook her head. “I always use a condom, along with birth control. It’s safe, and I really want to feel just you inside me.” She sounded aroused, surprised, and maybe even a little self-conscious by the admission.
All I heard were the angels singing in my head, and my cock with its chorus of hallelujah, as I plunged into her wet heat. Her sheath clung to me, and she was so wet I slid in and out easily. She wasn’t too wet though. She was just perfect—tight, hot, and slick perfection.
With the butt plug-in, she was also even tighter than she probably would have been otherwise, and I was aware of her lower muscles clenching each time I thrust into her. I wanted to go slowly with her, to make sure she was fine and comfortable, but I couldn’t seem to rein in the impulse to fuck like a wild animal.
I pounded into her hard, my fingers almost bruising her hips in the process. Mia never complained, and she didn’t ask me to stop. In fact, she met each of my thrusts with an enthusiastic one of her own, and I was aware of her contacting around me at least once as she came while I continued to thrust in and out of her.
Finally, I could stand the pleasure no longer, though paradoxically, I didn’t want it to end. My orgasm tore through me despite my best efforts, my cock hardening and twitching as I came inside, filling her with stream after stream of my seed. It was amazing and completely different than any sex I’d ever had before, always with a condom acting as a barrier.
With Mia, there were no barriers, and as I grudgingly pulled out and unfastened her handcuffs and removed the plug before I took her into my arms, I realize that extended beyond physical. In a completely un-dick-like move that was nothing like me, I pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead and pulled her against me, intent on sleeping with her in my arms. There were no barriers between us, and it was a good thing physically, but scared the shit out of me emotionally.
I didn’t want to fall for my stepsister. That would be madness.
She cuddled closer to me, and a sense of peace and contentment swept over me. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. I surrendered to an easier sleep than I’d found in a long time, knowing her presence was the reason why I was so restful.
Fuck, I was in trouble.
Chapter Eight
Mia
I was sore in places I hadn’t even known existed. I felt battered and broken, and a quick glance at my hips revealed light bruise marks from his fingers. I’d never realized what a workout great sex could be, and I couldn't wait to do it again.
Of course he wasn’t beside me, but I wasn't surprised. What surprised me was how aroused I became again at the memory of everything we had done to each other last night. I considered getting out of bed and tracking down Paxton for another go, but couldn't wait that long. Instead, I rummaged in my nightstand drawer for my trusty vibrator.
I was still slick from combination of arousal and old release, so the vibrator glided inside me easily. Of course it did, because it was no match for Paxton's cock, which was easily the largest I'd ever taken. Surrendering to memories of how he had taken me, I moaned and shifted the vibrator to provide more friction against my clit. I was on the edge of coming when the door opened, making me jerk with surprise.
I wasn't the only one surprised, as Paxton stood there with the breakfast tray, his eyebrows inching up toward his hairline at the sight before him. Embarrassed, I shut off the vibrator and started to put it away.
"No, don't stop on my account." He walked closer, setting the tray on the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed—at the foot of the bed, where his vantage point would allow him to see the full show.
Despite everything we had done with each other last night, I was still self-conscious. I'd certainly never masturbated in front of someone before,