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Neither of us had to say it, but that ship had sailed. I’d have to make it up to her. I planned to, exhaustively. Later.

I was moving, little involuntary thrusts as I continued to grow deep inside of her. Unconsciously I pushed forward and high into her, breaching her deeply. “Oh God,” I breathed out. And snapped. Again. I drove in deep and just kept going. I couldn’t even give her a smooth ride. She was too small, and I was too big, too overcome, too defeated by my own ruthless need, driving in and out like a madman, ramming in jarringly and forcefully and pulling out in a heavy, brutal drag.

I came like I was falling apart. It was unstoppable, cataclysmic. And I came back into myself as slowly as the last time, my weight pushing her into the mattress, my dick still twitching inside of her.

I lifted up to check her face. “Did I hurt you that time?” I asked with trepidation.

She grimaced. “A bit. I’ll live.”

Such a fucking trooper.

I wanted to fuck us both unconscious. I wanted to die doing this.

It was a drawn out process as I pulled slowly out of her. I groaned a protest as I tugged myself free, watching my progress with rapt adoration. I already wanted back in.

“Bareback is new for me. It’s going take an adjustment period.” I said it like I was tasting the words. Very few things about sex were a novelty to me.

Ro seemed to have the monopoly on that.

“Don’t you like it?” she asked, sounding a touch vulnerable.

That did crazy things to me, that vulnerability, the fact that, after all I’d just put her though, she was worried about my pleasure. “I enjoyed that more than I have ever enjoyed anything in my entire my life. And that’s not the right question at all,” I said, trying not to lose it and mount her again.

She gave me a small, game smile. “What’s the right question?”

“How will I ever go back? And can I come inside of you again, this instant?”

I glanced down and saw the mess, then parted her legs and studied it. Cum and blood and her own moisture were mingled on her soft, pale thighs, seeping out of her sex.

I pushed her legs wide and used a delicate touch to open her sex and study. “You’re not too raw. I was overzealous, but it’s not as bad as I thought.”

“You missed your calling. You should have been a gynecologist.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that.” I paused. “But stop distracting me.”

I pushed a finger into her, watching her face.

She gasped, and I just about lost it again. “Feel okay?” I asked, adding another finger and pumping them smoothly in and out. She was adjusting well and wetter than ever thanks to all of my cum leaking out of her.

She nodded. I watched my hand work her over, my dick somehow growing hard again in record time.

“I need you again,” I moaned, looking up at her face. “Is it too much?” I was rubbing her clit as I spoke.

At least I got her off once before I flipped her over and mounted her from behind. I rutted to my wicked little heart’s content, hands holding her breasts as I, at last, found a smooth rhythm that lasted more than thirty fucking seconds.

I still lost it at the end even then, the orgasm surprising me again, my cock jerking out cum while I was mid-stroke. I bottomed out and emptied deep, pushing her face flat to the bed as I rubbed every bit of my seed into her overflowing pussy, humping her into the mattress until I realized what I was doing, (which took quite a while) pulled out and flipped her to make sure she had enough air.

She seemed a bit dazed but otherwise unharmed.

I held her for a very long time afterward, staring at the ceiling while she dozed peacefully, and my mind was full of lovely chaos.

Sex was supposed to be fun and uncomplicated.

A pleasurable, mindless pastime.

Whatever happened back there had been too intense for fun.

It held too many ingredients to be uncomplicated.