“Oh! Oh! It’s too much, it’s too much,” she says, and I put more pressure on her and drive my hips into her.
Her head thrashes side to side, and her hands grip on to the sheets on the bed. Her pussy is soaked and hot... I know she’s close. “Let go, honey. Come on my cock.”
She whimpers, and then all of a sudden, her body pulls tight, and her pussy convulses around my hardness. She has no control over her movements, and her pussy is like a vise, locking down on me. I thrust again, and we both climax together, moaning and groaning our releases. I pummel in and out of her until there’s nothing left to give.
When I’ve give it my all, I settle over top of her, trying to keep my weight off her.
I go to lift off, but she holds on to me. “No, don’t go, not yet.”
I lean down and kiss her thoroughly and then pull back. “I’m just going to get something to clean us up, and then I’ll lie down with you.”
She nods as her eyes start to drift closed. I grab a warm washcloth and clean her gently. She has blood on the inside of her thighs, and I clean that too before taking care of my own business and then going back to the bed. She groans as I pull her into my arms.
Kissing her forehead, I ask her, “You okay?”
She nods and yawns. “Yeah, I’ve never been better.”
We’re both quiet, lost in thought, and that’s when it hits me. “Amanda, honey.”
She answers me softly, and it’s obvious she’s half asleep. “Huh?”
“Baby, listen. Are you on anything? Birth control, I mean?”
She says something, but it sounds like gibberish. I lean my head back and look at the ceiling. Images of Amanda pregnant fill my head, and already I start to get hard again. I look down at her in my arms and kiss her forehead.
A part of me feels guilty, but the other part of me feels like I can conquer the world. She is it for me, and I’m not going to screw this up. I know her family is going to be a challenge, but as long as she’s happy, that’s all that matters to me.
She rolls toward me and rests her head on my chest. I know she can’t stay here all night, but I am going to let her rest before she goes home. Plus, I think we have a lot to talk about. Like our future.
Chapter 12
Amanda
"Amanda, honey, wake up."
I feel Chance shaking my shoulder. I open my eyes and rub the sleep from them. He's hovering over me with a big smile on his face. "Chance," I say looking around in shock before remembering where I am.
He puts his hand on my chin. "I would love for you to stay the night, but I have a feeling you don't want to be caught leaving here in the middle of the night, at least not until I have a chance to talk to your dad."
I frown instantly at the thought of my father. I know there's no way he's going to be on board with Chance and me getting together.
With a frown, I nod my head. "You're right. I probably need to get home." I start to sit up, but he puts his arm around me and holds me against his chest. "We should probably talk first."
I freeze next to him, and then I look up into his eyes. He's smiling, but he can't hide the look of guilt on his face. "I'm sorry," he starts.
But I interrupt him before he can finish. "So help me, Chance, if you are about to tell me that we shouldn't have done that…"
He brings his hand up and cups the side of my face. "I have zero regrets on what we just did. I would never say we shouldn't have done it. All I'm saying is I wish that it could have happened with nothing holding us back. I know you're worried about your dad and brothers. I should have taken care of that before we took our relationship to the next level."
I jut my chin at him. "I don't care what they think."
He looks at me in surprise, and I can't say that I blame him. This whole time I've said that we wouldn't be able to be together because of them, but now none of that matters. Now the only thing that matters is how I feel about Chance. And there's no denying the fact that I love him. I wouldn’t have just given myself to him if I didn’t. I hope he knows that.
And he may not have said the words to me yet, but I know he feels something strongly for me too. He traces his finger across my collarbone back and forth. "I don't want you to freak out."