Paying Her Debt by Emma Shortt

himself moaning and rocking a little faster. God, he
wanted to fill her entire mouth with his cock, but it was impossible. She
wasn’t big enough, and her lip was still sore.
    Pulling out, he tilted her chin and almost came undone at the
desire he could see in her eyes. “Turn around, bend over the couch, your pants
around your knees.”
    Excitement fizzled between them, and she rushed to obey him.
Bending over the couch, she turned to look at him, suddenly a little shy. Alex
smiled and lifted her skirt, before pulling her pants down—just as he’d asked.
    She sucked in a shocked breath and pushed her little ass out.
Alex didn’t even think before burying himself in her—to the hilt.
    “Oh God….” she breathed.
    He gripped her hips and pounded into her, balls slapping against
her. He couldn’t pound enough. Her wet tightness gripped him, her juices
flooding down his cock before drenching her balls. He was going to come, he
knew it, but it was too soon. Where the hell had his much vaunted stamina gone?
    “Rub your clit,” he growled.
    “No… Alex… I can’t,” she whispered.
    “Rub it!”
    She whimpered and slipped a hand down her front.
    “Rub it fast, Andy, come around me.”
    She moaned, and he felt the rhythm of her hand. It was too much,
and he gritted his teeth, desperate to keep just a little bit of control. She
had to come soon. He couldn’t hold out. Keeping one hand on her hip, he took
the other and rubbed a finger against her puckered hole.
    “Alex,” she shrieked. “Oh, God, no, don’t do that.”
    Ignoring her plea he circled the rim, all the while pounding into
her wet pussy. Careful, mindful of her inexperience, he didn’t slip his finger
in, just teased the outer edges.
    “Oh. My. God!”
    Her scream pierced the air. Her pussy clenched him with
unbelievable force and it was all Alex needed. He let out a hoarse cry and
pumped himself into her, letting loose the most incredible orgasm he’d ever
felt, filling her up with his seed.
    She whimpered underneath him. Her head falling prone on the tip
of the couch, her hand dropping. Minutes passed, and they both just paused,
both panting with satisfaction and sated desire.
    Eventually it was Andy who broke the silence. “Alex, what did you
do?” she whispered. “It was just….”
    “Incredible?” Alex finished.
    She laughed, a slightly shy, little laugh but one all the same.
    “You…” she began.
    But Alex didn’t really hear her next words, because though sated
beyond belief, reality was coming back, and it occurred to him then what he
should have realized the moment it had or rather hadn’t happened.
    He’d forgotten to use a condom.
     
     

Chapter
Eighteen
     
     
    Andy curled up next to Alex, drifting in and out of a sated sort
of haze. She’d expected him to pull up his pants and leave her to it after he’d
come, but instead he’d scooped her into his arms, lain her down on the bed, and
buried his face in her pussy.
    He’d licked her for so long Andy thought she might go mad from
it, before pounding her again, over and over, both on her back and her hands
and knees. Even now she could feel his cock, still semi-erect, moving against
her ass, and knew it wouldn’t be long before he demanded her, again. The man
was fucking insatiable.
    He gripped her hip and pulled her a little closer, and Andy
sighed. It was a strange situation to lie next to a man again—waiting to be
taken, more than that to be pulled against one unable to move. Andy wasn’t sure
how she felt about it. Tiny aftershocks still fizzed through her body, and she
was kind of flabbergasted by Alex’s sexual maneuvers. Never had she ever
imagined doing that , and she couldn’t help but wonder what else he had
up his sleeve, or how much further he planned to push her.
    More than the crazy thoughts doing a three sixty and back again
in her brain Andy was uncomfortably aware of the heat of Alex’s body, the musky
smell of his skin and the feel of his breath