I clap a hand to my mouth to avoid screaming out when his tongue plunges inside my entrance. Oh my God. No guy has ever done that before. My mind spins. None of this feels real. I don’t do things like this. But if this is what sex with ex-convict strangers is like, maybe I need to rethink that policy. I press myself into him, already so deep into my pleasure that I’ve left self-consciousness way behind. Except…

Something in the back of my mind is begging for attention, going off like an alarm, but I can’t place it. I feel like I’m dreaming and the only part of my brain that’s turned on right now is the primal part, the part that only lives in the present and could care less about the past, future, or whether anything makes sense. I feel like I’m about to figure out what’s bothering me when I look down and see his beautiful face between my legs, lapping at my pussy like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

It’s too much. I want him inside me, and I want it now. I reach down, trying to pull him up, urging him to fuck me now while my body still quakes with anticipation.

He leans off the couch to grab something from the pocket of his jacket. A condom. He expertly opens the package and gets the condom free and then frowns at it. “Fuck. It’s torn.”

“Don’t you have another?” I ask. My voice comes out breathlessly.

He tosses it to the ground dejectedly. “No.”

“I don’t care. Fuck me anyway. I’m on the pill.” The words spill from my mouth before I can stop them. The full truth is that I’m normally on the pill, but I couldn’t afford the prescription last month and missed a few days. Normally, that would be more than enough to stop me, but my mind is running so fast I can’t seem to make myself stop. I just want him. I need him.

I didn’t think he could hold any more heat in those fiery eyes of his, but they seem to blaze now as he looks down at me, fresh hunger rising in him. He eases himself down on top of me, letting the shaft of his cock rest against my engorged clit. He rocks his cock against me and crashes his mouth down on mine. He pulls his hips back, letting the tip of his cock slide down my valley and press against my entrance.

God. He’s so big. How’s it going to fit? He doesn’t show any hesitation and plunges into me. I cry out this time, biting his shoulder to stifle the sound. Pain and pleasure swirl together until they are indistinguishable. My world is a blinding white hot ecstasy of smooth skin rubbing together and calloused hands roaming my flesh. I dig my fingers into him, unable to stop myself, every crease and bulge of muscle making me ravenously hungry for more. I pull myself up against his chest, using him as leverage to grind my hips deeper into him, taking an impossible amount of his cock inside me until I can feel my walls stretching.

I fall back to the couch, letting my head tilt back and moaning when he bends to kiss my neck, sucking hard, marking me as his.

“This...is...crazy,” I gasp.

“That’s how you know it’s right,” he growls, taking me by the hips and pumping himself into me in a rhythm that has my nerves on fire with pleasure.

My eyes roll back and I bite my lip so hard it hurts, cupping my tits and squeezing.

He leans down, hips still driving into me as he whispers in my ear, voice so strong and seductive that it moves through me, caressing my body as if it has hands of its own. “When I’m...done with you,” he says, words punctuated by the slap of his cock plunging into me, “you’ll be ruined. You’ll only ever be able to...cum on my...fucking cock. You’re going to...crave me...like a fucking drug.”

I dig my fingers into his back gasping when the floodgates of pleasure open, blasting me with blinding pleasure. My toes curl and I press my head back into the armrest, gasping. He doesn’t stop his pace, relentlessly fucking me like he could go on this way for hours. I marvel at him. He’s the way I imagine ancient warriors would have looked mounting their women, proud and strong, fierce in their desire and purely constructed. He has a body so perfectly crafted for sex and violence that it couldn’t even be dreamed up. He’s utterly irresistible and terrifying, and I’ve fallen deep into his trap.

I see a change come over his face. He increases his pace, eyes closing and lips parting. He’s about to cum. I need to tell him to pull out, just in case, but the words might as well be lodged in my throat. I’m still squirming with pleasure from my orgasm and feeling the strong hints of another quickly approaching, and I haven’t been able to think straight since he walked in the room. He’s going to cum inside you and you haven’t taken the pill every day. Say something!

“Wa—”

He rams himself in me to the root, surprising me when his cock goes even deeper than before. I cry out as a second orgasm explodes from my core and floods my system with utter bliss. I feel his length pulse inside me and the warmth of his cum. It feels so good, but I know it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. If I get pregnant, I just ruined my life.