TARA“Tara.” God, my name sounded like a song from heaven, despite his voice hoarse with need. “What?” My post-orgasmic fogged-filed brain tried to process his words. “Condom. Drawer.” “Oh.” I reached out and opened the drawer. There were condoms. I grabbed plenty and dropped them in bed. He took off his boxers. His majestic cock sprang free, long, hard, and thick with need. I swallowed hard as I watched him shield it with latex. “Just so you know, I’m clean, and I do regular check-ups.” He looked at me, need reflected in mine. “I’m on a pill.” “I trust you.” One shift move, he was above me. His stiff length was thick and heavy against my thigh. His mouth found mine, kissing me hard, devouring the air from my lungs. I could taste myself on his tongue that made my pulse go haywire in anticipation. I parted my legs, his body settling in between. He then broke the kiss, his mouth taking my throat, nipping my skin, alternating with the soft tease of his tongue. “Just tell me to
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