I sigh. Why is life so fucking hard?

Couldn’t just once the stars align and let life be perfect?

Here is what seems like the perfect man: rich, incredibly good looking, sexy as all hell, interested in some kind of arrangement involving having his child with me―and yet he’s not able to fuck my pussy without a condom.

Man, oh man.

Fuck.

It was one thing agreeing to have a baby with Daniel, it was another finding out he can’t actually do it without latex.

Part of me still can’t believe it, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s playing with me. He seems to have no trouble at all fucking me in my mouth, as he just proved.

In fact, judging by what just happened, I’d say he fucking loves it. Why then does he need the rubber before he fucks my pussy?

Psychological.

It’s got to be fucking psychological. But what kind of psychological problem is it? Fear of being responsible for a chick to fall pregnant seems the most likely explanation.

I shake my head.

But if that was the case, it shouldn’t matter with me, since he wants me to have his child, right?

My thoughts go round and round in circles, and I fear I might go mad if I don’t stop. This is just fucking madness.

Can’t a girl get her happily ever after just once in real life? Why is it only in movies and fairy tales?

I mean, I’m accepting an incomplete happily ever after anyway. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open. I know he doesn’t love me. I know the arrangement is purely a business arrangement.

I shake my head and sit up.

“What’s the matter, babe?” He smiles at me.

“I think we should retire to a different part of the apartment.”

He chuckles, and I feel myself drown in his smile and eyes. Those eyes are gorgeous.

“Lead the way, my princess,” he jokes and gets to his feet.

I know I’m no princess. If I were, there would be no problem. Fairy tales and all.

“You know,” I don’t move away from the bar, “I’m still owed a Bailey’s on ice.”

Grinning, he prepares two drinks for us. I move over to the sound system and flick through it.

Soon, I’m dancing to some hip-hop, and I watch Daniel stare at me open-mouthed. I dance over to him and take my drink. I bring the glass to my lips and enjoy the coolness on my warm mouth.

I know my tits are bouncing up and down, and I can see my nipples harden already. Just as I bound past Daniel, he grabs me and pushes me against him.

Now we sway together to the music. Our hips are joined, and I feel his cock come to life as my ass rubs up against him.

Side to side and up and down, I move to the music. I feel his hips thrust forward into me, and I push back against him.

My skin is burning, and I just want him to fuck me. I want to feel his cock rammed into my hole.

I know he hasn’t got another condom. And I don’t think he’ll reuse the last one. Because eww.

My insides are alight. Flames of desire flicker and lick at my openings. Once he’s inside me, there’ll be an earthquake in here.

Time to turn the heat up. I take a step away, and he pulls me back. I step away, and he pulls me back.

I lean into him and feel his hands on my tits. They cup them and squeeze them. My nipples are so hard they push against the palm of his hand. Somehow, without leaving my tits, he’s able to rub against my nipples.

The sensation is so awesome I feel electric jolts pulse through me. There are stars in front of my eyes, and I yearn for him to push into me.

Here we go, here we go.

Come on, Daniel. Here we go. This is your fucking cue.

Maybe he senses my impatience. I feel him lead me across the room as we dance. At the bottom of the stairs, he turns me toward them and then pushes me forward. My reflex has me reaching forward and grabbing onto the railing.

Something pushes at my feet and I obey, spreading my legs.

I peer over my shoulder and see him right behind me. His fucking massive member is definitely as ready as I am. It’s sticking straight up in the air, bouncing a little when it senses my proximity.

This is going to be it. He’s going to fuck me in my most private hole.

In anticipation, I wiggle my ass back at him and drop myself forward a bit. Now my upper body is at ninety degrees to my legs.

My tits bounce freely from side to side.

Come on, I urge him on silently, and then I feel his hand on my clit. He’s barely touching it, but it makes me go wild.

I try and push against him but, skillfully, he resists. The touch is lighter than that of a feather. My juices flow in abundance.

Fuck. I moan. I throw my head back and arch my lower back.

Aware of his effect on me, he lets his index finger slide just past my clit into my saturated pussy. He scoops up some of my juices and draws tiny circles along my ass.

The closer he gets to my hole, the more needy I become.

He uses both hands to massage, soothe, and knead. I relax and push back against him.

Back goes his hand to my clit. Now he uses thumb and index finger to squeeze my already over-sensitive clit really fucking hard.

I yelp in pleasure and pain. Tiny explosions ripple through me.

And then his fingers have left again.

I don’t know how much more of this torture I’ll be able to take.

“Pleeaasseee,” I beg and try to find his bouncing, throbbing cock.

He guides the tip of it to my opening. I sigh as I feel it push into me. Instead of going all the way, Daniel guides his dick gently into me, waiting for my hole to accommodate and relax around his cock.

His hands are now back on my tits, pinching and squeezing my nipples. The cocktail of sensations spreading through me is overwhelming. My head’s spinning, and my knees threaten to give way any second.

All of me is engulfed in ecstasy, and I fear I’m at risk of going mad.

Daniel is increasing the pace and rhythm. Faster and faster, he rams his cock inside of me. I try and meet him with each thrust and revel in the sound of his balls slapping against my ass.

Hard and faster he goes. I can feel him expand in me and my own body contracts its muscles in anticipation of me coming.

“Harder,” I pant and lower my body some more to feel him deeper in me.

His hands leave my tits and grab my hips. Now he’s pulling me toward, and I know it won’t be long before I’m going to fall off the edge of another orgasm.

I can feel my abdomen contract and the walls of my pussy pulse.

“Daaaannniieeel,” I screech and grab the railing tighter. I can see white skin around my knuckles. This is going to be an earthquake alright―only better. My body will erupt and shudder and fucking drown in pleasure.

Daniel must be close to his own orgasm because I can feel him tense inside of me. His fingers are digging into my skin, and he pulls me harder toward him.

And then with one final hard thrust, he comes inside of me.

I feel him empty his load into my hole, and at the same time, I’m gripped by my own orgasm.

Fire rushes through me, and my breathing is short and shallow. The tingling sensation starting in my pussy spreads outward, and soon I’m filled with it.

When Daniel’s finished, he slumps on top of me. I feel as if my legs will collapse, and I can feel his right arm come under me for support. We stay like this for what seems like forever.

This moment seems perfect. Daniel inside of me without rubber―okay, so he’s in my ass, but still―there’s nothing separating us. This is the second time he’s filled my ass with hot, sticky cum.

There’s obviously no problem with him unloading in my ass or my mouth. Progress, right?

Eventually, I drop my arms and feel him pick me up. Carefully, he carries me through the room before he puts me ever so gently on the lounge.

He sits next to me and strokes my face, pushing loose hair behind my ear.

Our eyes meet and lock.

“Up for any further adventures?” I ask, and he grins at me.

“Do they involve sex?”