Free Charity For Nothing: The Virtues Book III by A.J. Downey Page B

we were alone and my weak ass couldn’t hold out anymore.
    I craved her; I craved everything about her, from those soft blue eyes, to her gentle touch, to the sweet understanding she’d displayed every time we’d encountered each other so far. I wanted desperately to warm my frozen soul against the fire she had inside, and fuck those soft little moans of pleasure she was making. Jesus Christ, they were stripping my control, my last vestiges of sanity away from me with each and every last sweet soft sound out of her lips that were swollen from my kiss.
    She’s not Corrine, she’s different; she’s not fragile like your wife…
    It was true, and I let myself go, let myself be different with her. She deserved that much, but so too was I afraid of hurting her.
    “Tell me to stop if I get too rough,” I said and she damn near broke me with her breathy response.
    “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”
    I raised her skirt up onto her lower back and smoothed my hands over her ass, backing up to admire it. God she was wet, pussy swollen and glittering at her entrance. It didn’t even occur to me that she wasn’t wearing any panties, too involved was I with getting my button fly undone.
    Victory!
    My cock sprang free of its prison of wet denim; head damn near fuckin’ purple with how hard it was. I ached something fierce with the need to be inside her and I didn’t waste any time.
    Oh, fuck.
    Her body was hot, tight, and so wet, ready for me as I sank into her inch by inch. I pressed her flat to the counter, and dug fingers into her hips, surging forward powerfully, squeezing my eyes shut and bowing my head, just giving myself over to the sensation of her. She pressed her hands flat to the counter and arched her back, driving herself back onto my dick with every forward thrust. I was sure her hipbones were cracking into the counter with every thrust, and I was sure that it wasn’t pleasant but she paid it no never mind and with the way her body was squeezing down on my cock? I couldn’t bring myself to stop or adjust to a different position.
    “ Nothing! ” she cried out, and it was so sweet, so perfect hearing her call out my chosen name I very nearly came right then and there.
    “Not yet, Baby, just a little bit more,” I urged, voice tight, controlled the way my thoughts and emotions would never be. I felt like a total basket case, thoughts, fears, anger – not at her but myself, all swirling into a dark miasma that was blown clear away by the fire of my orgasm. I came hard, driving into her. Pulling her back onto me by her shoulders, back stiff and my body taut as I shot jet after jet of my cum inside her.
    “Fuck,” I uttered and she went limp against the counter.
    “What?” she gasped out after a few unsteady breaths.
    “I didn’t use a condom.”
    “IUD,” she said.
    “Doesn’t protect against STD’s, Baby.”
    “I’m clean,” she murmured, her head to the side, cheek pressed against the counter as she rested.
    I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all, she needed to be more careful than that, period, so I said, “And you’re so sure I am?”
    She froze and I pulled out of her slowly. Watching a white spill of my sperm slip out of her after my removal was such a dirty fucking turn on I was nearly hard again instantly. Instead, I tucked it back in my pants and buttoned up while she stood slowly, her dress falling to cover her, as she turned and leaned her shapely butt against the counter.
    “Are you?” she asked nervous.
    “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. That’s why you should always use a condom.” I wanted her to be safe, at the same time I was angry with myself for letting this happen, for losing control like that. Some sadistic part of me was enjoying her discomfort so I didn’t fess up right away about the status of my sexual health.
    “Are you?” she repeated and swallowed hard.
    I simply stared back, neither confirming nor denying for the moment.
    “You can be a real