I don't have a condom.
That realization makes my balls squeeze eagerly.
Does she know any better? Does she understand there's a risk of pregnancy?
Do I have to tell her? Could a baby be my way of keeping her?
God should strike me down for considering a lie of omission for even a split second. f*****g her without relaying the consequences. I'm a better man than that, aren't I?
Yes. Yes. I have to be. For Talia.
At the same time, if I don't get my hands and mouth on her soon, I'm going to expire.
I toss the liquor bottles beside her hip on the bed and tug on my tie to loosen it. Then I reach down and unzip my pants, gritting my teeth at the rush of blood that heads south when I give my c**k more room to breathe. "Honey..." I pick up a liquor bottle with a green label, untwist the cap
