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[WARNING 18++] INCASE YOU HAVEN'T READ MY ANNOUNCEMENT AT PREVIOUS CHAPTER, THIS CHAPTER IS MOSTLY SMUT SCENE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
When I open my sleepy eyes, sunlight is streaming through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The golden rays make everything look softer, cozier. My eyelids grow heavy again, my body too exhausted to function just yet. Not in a bad way—no, this exhaustion feels more like the aftermath of an intense workout.
Well, considering what I did last night, it was an intense workout.
A chuckle escapes my lips as the memories flood back.
I turn my head to the left, my gaze landing on Jennifer's bare back, facing me. Red marks trail across her smooth skin, a testament to the night we had. If I feel this spent, she must be twice—no, three times as exhausted.
But damn… she was amazing.
We went at it almost nonstop, for hours. Her body had me craving her again and again. No matter how drained I was, my body demanded more. I only stopped when I realized she was barely conscious after—I don't even know how many rounds. I lost count.
I shift closer to her, inhaling the intoxicating mix of sandalwood and subtle floral notes clinging to her skin. The scent drives me insane. I brush a few strands of hair behind her ear, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
Fuck.
Even the lightest touch has me hard again.
I kiss her lips gently. She stirs, responding even in her sleep. Even now, she tempts me.
A wicked thought crosses my mind. What better way to wake her up than morning sex?
I reach for the box of condoms on the nightstand. My fingers grasp at air.
Shit.
I sit up, flipping the box over. It's empty.
Did we really use all of them?
I glance at Jennifer. She's still sound asleep, her breathing steady, completely unaware of my predicament. I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. Well, I did promise to stay the weekend. If one box wasn't enough, maybe I should buy two… or three. Hell, six might be safer.
With that in mind, I step out of bed and head to the bathroom.
Cold water rains down on me as I stand under the shower, shivering slightly. But I need it—I need something to tame the beast between my legs.
Twelve rounds in one night. A whole box of condoms gone.
No wonder she almost passed out.
I glance down. My cock is still rock hard, throbbing like it has a mind of its own. It's stubborn, always demanding more.
I chuckle to myself, already making plans to restock—until Jennifer's voice startles me from behind.
"You left me sleeping alone."
I glance over my shoulder. She's standing at the shower entrance, eyes half-lidded with sleep, her voice husky.
"I needed to freshen up," I say casually, even though I'm struggling to keep my arousal in check.
"Can I join you?" she asks, already stepping in without waiting for an answer.
"You shouldn't," I warn, but my voice lacks conviction.
"Why?" She pouts, trailing a finger down my back—barely touching, yet enough to make me shudder. "Was my performance disappointing?"
I exhale sharply, gripping the edge of the shower wall. "No."
Disappointing? Fuck no. My body would riot at the mere suggestion. "You're amazing," I admit, my voice strained.
"Then what is it?" she presses, pressing her lips lightly against my shoulder.
I inhale sharply, trying to keep my desire in check.
"We have no condoms," I manage to tell her, turning around to face her. My cock stands rigid between us, pulsing with need.
She gasps slightly—not in shock, but in amusement. Her eyes flicker with something mischievous as she bites her lip, glancing down at me before trailing her finger along the ridges of my abdomen.
"D-Don't," I stammer, grabbing her hand before she can wander lower. My grip is shaky—fuck—I can already feel my self-control slipping. "I need to buy condoms first, okay? Then we can continue this."
"But I want it now," she murmurs, stepping closer, her breasts pressing against my chest.
"We… can't. No condoms…"
"Do you have gonorrhea or something?" she asks.
"No. Last check said I was clean."
"When was it?"
"Two months ago. And I've only had sex with you since," I say. My breath catches when she tiptoes, brushing her lips against mine.
"Good," she purrs.
"But you—"
"Hey… I'm a newbie. I've only been with you," she teases, placing open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, down my neck.
"But you could get pregnant…"
"It's true," she whispers, her tongue flicking against my collarbone. My cock twitches painfully. "But I can take the pill after."
She's testing my restraint. And fuck, I don't have much left.
"Besides…" she continues, dragging her fingers down my side. "I just finished my period yesterday. The chances are low."
"But—"
"If you really want to go buy condoms first, go ahead," she says sweetly, barely brushing against my cock with her fingers.
That's it.
That's the last string of my control snapping.
I kiss her hard, turning her body to face the glass wall of the shower. I grip her hips and thrust into her in one deep stroke.
She gasps, pressing her hands against the glass for support as I bury myself inside her.
I bite her shoulder as I set a relentless pace, driving into her over and over. She moans and pants, her voice trembling as I thrust deeper, harder.
I'd been proud of my control before, but now? Now, I've lost it.
No barrier. Just heat.
The slick friction of her tight walls gripping me, pulsing around me, drags me into a madness I've never felt before.
"Slow down," she whimpers, but I can't. I won't.
I shut her up with another kiss, pulling her hair aside as I fuck her ruthlessly.
She clenches around me suddenly, squeezing me so tight that my vision nearly blacks out. She's close. I feel it.
I keep going, my body fevered with need. My cock swells impossibly thick inside her, the pleasure mounting too fast. I can't hold back. I don't want to hold back.
I bite her shoulder again, unable to stop myself. The wet slap of our bodies meeting echoes through the bathroom.
I'm so close.
"Hold it… together… together…" she moans, but she can't.
She comes first, her walls pulsing wildly around me. That's all it takes to send me over.
With one final thrust, I explode inside her, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I barely catch my breath before she smacks my arm.
"I swear, if I get rabies from your biting, I'll sue you," she mutters before stepping out of the shower.
I lean against the glass, still panting. My cock is still hard, twitching as if demanding another round.
I sigh, turning the shower back to cold.
Fifteen minutes later, I step out of the bathroom, still half-hard, but at least somewhat tamed. Time to buy condoms. And birth control pills.
I slip on my jeans but pause when I can't find my T-shirt. I know I took it off here last night.
I walk out to ask her.
"Hey, do you see my—"
My words halt when I see her standing behind the kitchen island, wearing my T-shirt.
It's oversized on her, hanging loosely off her frame. She looks… cute. No makeup, hair slightly messy, but undeniably beautiful.
"You look cute," I say.
She glances at me but doesn't respond.
I approach her. "What are you making?"
"Breakfast," she answers, a little pouty.
"Looks delicious," I say, peeking over her shoulder. That's when I notice a Band-Aid on her shoulder—right where I bit her.
"Sorry…" I murmur. "I got carried away."
"It's just an omelet. I only had two eggs left," she says before turning to face me. "And you're forgiven."
I grin.
She turns back to her cooking, and I press a kiss to the Band-Aid, wrapping my arms around her waist.
I inhale her scent. Fuck.
"You smell good," I murmur, lips trailing along her neck.
"I haven't showered yet," she says.
"You're still perfect," I whisper, pressing another kiss behind her ear.
I grope her breasts.
She stops whisking.
Thank god.
The eggs can wait.
She gasps as I lift her onto the counter, spreading her thighs.
I slide inside her.
She gasps sharply, choking out my name, her hands clawing at my shoulders.
"You're a maniac," she moans breathlessly.
I thrust. Deep, rough, relentless.
She shrieks, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
I pound into her, the kitchen filling with our ragged moans.
Her body tightens, her muscles clenching violently.
Her back arches.
She throws her head back, screaming my name as her orgasm shakes her entire body.
Her arm swings wildly—
The egg bowl slips from her fingers, crashes to the floor, shattering instantly.
The thick yellow yolk splatters everywhere.
Jennifer gasps, looking at the mess as she pants for breath.
I smirk, still buried deep inside her.
"Guess we're skipping breakfast."