Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Save the rest for later. I need to be inside you.”
She rolled on the condom, and I pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard and deep. I lifted her to the back of the sofa and settled between her legs, snapping my hips and driving myself deep inside her.
She cried out softly, holding my shoulders. I moved in shallow, rapid strokes. The feel of her clutching me, her heat surrounding me, turned me on even more, and I lifted her higher, her legs wrapping tight around me. It was incredible. My entire being was on fire, my body glistening in the low light. Our skin slid together, the noises between us erotic and constant. I felt tingles around my dick, small prickles of sensation I hadn’t experienced before. I wasn’t sure I liked them, but I couldn’t stop. I was too lost in the moment.
And then, I was too hot. The sensations happening were no longer tingles of anticipation and pleasure. It was uncomfortable. My cock felt odd, burning. Aching. An itch started in my balls, fanning out and up along my shaft.
Something was wrong.
“Magnolia, I’m burning,” I gasped, stilling.
“I’m on fire for you too,” she replied. “Don’t stop, Alex. I’m so close.”
“No, I mean badly. My dick hurts.”
She frowned, opening her eyes and meeting mine. “It hurts?”
“It’s burning. And beginning to itch.” I set her down, pulling out, horrified to see my cock swollen and red, almost glowing through a purple-colored condom.
“Where did you get the condom?” I gasped.
“At a bridal shower.”
“I need to get it off. Now,” I panted. I had been so caught up, I hadn’t checked the package. I was allergic to latex and spermicide. Chances were this condom contained both.
I pushed away, heading to the bathroom. The head of my dick was swelling more, and the uncomfortable tightness of the condom was getting to be too much. My balls itched and were turning redder, beginning to swell as well.
Myers appeared beside me, looking at my cock. “Oh God, that looks painful.”
“It is,” I snapped. “I need it off.”
But despite my desire having deflated, my dick was still swollen and getting bigger every moment. The pain grew as the inflammation spread. I tried to get the condom off, but my cock was so enlarged the condom was beginning to cut off circulation.
“Should I call 9-1-1?” she asked, sounding panicked. “If that gets any tighter—”
“No,” I yelled, thinking of how the gossip would spread. Faster than my dick was swelling. “Don’t call 9-1-1.”
Myers raced to my desk, then returned, a pair of scissors in her hand.
“What do you think you’re doing with those?” I demanded.
“Cutting off the condom.”
“I was circumcised as a baby. I don’t need to redo that,” I replied. “Or end up in the ER with a missing dick.”
She shook her head. “Just the end to help loosen it.”
I groaned. It felt as if my dick was being squeezed off my body. The burn was getting worse. I couldn’t get the condom off, no matter what I tried. I had no choice.
“Jesus, be careful.”
“Wait!”
She raced away, returning with, of all things, a spoon and a tube of lip gloss.
“What the hell?”
“I’ll slide the spoon under the condom, then cut it. The lip gloss will help.”
I had no choice but to trust her. And I was desperate enough to let her try.
“Get. It. Off.”
She kneeled in front of me, and I had to shut my eyes. Despite the pain, she was naked, her skin and breasts right there, and every part of me noticed her nakedness. I was a sick, sick bastard.
I gripped the counter, holding my breath, praying no blood was about to be spilled. I felt the cold of the metal press against my skin, slowly easing down the shaft of my dick. Seconds later, I felt the relief of the condom loosening, and she quickly rolled it off. All the sensations that had been muted now tripled. The burning, the itching were intense. My dick was the color of a fire hydrant, my swollen balls a matching set.
I jumped in the shower, turning it on. The cool water made me yelp, but as it warmed, it helped with the immediate itching. I was careful as I handled myself, letting the water get everywhere to wash away the spermicide.
“I don’t understand,” she said from the other side of the glass. “What happened?”
“I’m allergic to latex and spermicide,” I snarled.
“Why don’t you have an EpiPen?”
“I’m usually more careful, and I can’t be bothered.”
She muttered something about learning my lesson, then raised her voice.
“You should have said something.”
“I was a little caught up with trying to fuck you,” I replied tersely.
She slammed the door on her way out.
I finished and got out of the shower. My dick was red and still swollen, and it hurt to touch. I opened the drawer, finding the antihistamines and swallowing two down, using my hand to cup the water to my mouth. I dried off, walking into the office, heading to my desk. Myers was on the sofa, fully dressed, looking upset.