“Fuck!” I cried out, fighting against the need to spill my cum inside her.
Every cell in my body shook as I tried desperately to control myself. I felt my spine tingle with the need to unleash everything I had, and just as I was starting to gain the upper hand, she ran her fingers down my chest and gripped my dick at the base.
“Fuck me hard,” she whispered.
I pulled back and slammed back inside her, ignoring the pain in my side, the fact that I just had surgery, and that I wasn’t wearing a condom. None of it mattered. Not when I was inside her and it felt so fucking right.
Her pussy clenched around me, pushing me over the edge into pure ecstasy. I crashed hard into her, my lips melded to hers as I came hard inside her. Our harsh breathing mingled with our kisses, and as I rolled off her, she didn’t pull away. Her fingers caressed my cheek as she stared into my eyes with a dewy expression that made me feel like a fucking king.
“You’re really coming home with me?”
She couldn’t hold back the grin that split her lips. “I’m really going home with you.”
34
KRISTA
Squealing,I rolled away from Rob as he started kissing my neck again. I was ticklish as hell, and he was only making it worse by digging his fingers into my side every time he tried to kiss me.
“Stop! I’m gonna kick you if you don’t keep your fingers to yourself!” I cried out, laughing so hard I had tears running down my face.
“I can think of at least four places you really like my fingers.”
“You’re never going to put them any of those places ever again if you don’t stop tickling me.”
The doorbell rang, interrupting what would have been the fourth time we had sex since six o’clock this morning. It was nearly noon, and my body was worn out. Not only that, but I reeked of sex. I desperately needed an intervention.
I rolled off the bed, falling on my hands and knees in an attempt to escape his wandering fingers.
“God, look at that ass,” he groaned as I crawled away.
“Get a good look because that’s all you’re going to see for at least three hours,” I called over my shoulder. Once I was far enough away, I grabbed a shirt off the floor and pulled it overmy head, rushing to the front door as the bell kept incessantly ringing.
“I’m coming! Give a girl a break! I’ve had a man between my thighs all?—”
I yanked the door open and snapped my lips shut. Mom and Dad were standing on the front porch, both of them looking anywhere but at me.
“Uh…what are you guys doing here?”
They never came to my house, which meant either something was wrong or they were snooping.
Dad cleared his throat. “Don’t suppose you want to put on a few more things.”
“Right,” I said, shutting the door, cursing myself the moment I realized I left them in the cold. “Crap.” I opened the door again. “Uh, you guys can wait inside.”
“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting on the porch,” Dad said sarcastically.
I wasn’t about to get into it with him right now. I hustled back to my room and slammed the door in panic. Rob sat up, reading my distress.
“What’s going on?”
“My parents are here.”
“Okay,” he said slowly.
“They’re here,” I said as I ran around the room gathering clothing to wear. “Which means that they’re either plotting something devious or they came because they know you’re here.”
“Of course they know I’m here. Everyone in town knows I’m here.” He grabbed his phone and scrolled to the diner’s website. “It’s on the menu.”