Sex Weed -Part 6.1

Dyson rose up, but unlike the other times, he did not move away quickly. Instead, he looked down at her to bask in the moment they had just shared.

“Get off,” she sneered.

Her coldness was unexpected.

“Get off!” she repeated angrily.

“You’re mad?” he observed out loud.

She hit her fist against his chest. “You didn’t use a condom!”

He actually looked down as if he could see himself, but he was still embedded inside of her all the
way to the hilt. His manhood twitched and she gasped still heavily affected by their union.

Any other time in his life he would have been spitting mad. He’d never forgotten before.

Looking back at her, he said, “That’s going to cause a problem?”

“GET OFF!”

Dyson didn’t move. Instead, he calmly reasoned, “I should be the one upset.”

She tried to push him off, but that was like pushing against a cement wall and he wasn’t budging.

“You? YOU?! I could be getting pregnant as we speak. MOVE! GET OFF!”

“Not until you calm down. Your anger arouses me.” To prove his point, he gyrated his hips loving how her gasps and moans made his manhood grow again.

“NOOOOO!” she beseeched him. “Please!”

“Please what, Melissa? Take it back?” he asked amused. “Take it out?”

“You are being a bastard, Dyson!”

It was the first time she said his name without him forcing her and the sound was melodious to his ear. It also aroused him again. “I may be, but if you think about it Melissa, shit happens and we can either look at this as a good thing or bad thing.”

“No! No! No! You are not going to make me believe that this is acceptable to you. What are you trying to do?”

“Let’s really look at this. Your pregnancy gives me another son.”

“You don’t know it’s a boy.”

“Quit ruining my moment,” he growled.

“And you’ll actually have a man there to support your child. I’m sure as a single parent it’s been
hard.”

“I don’t want your money! I don’t want you and I certainly don’t want a child from you!”

“It was bound to happen eventually from the beginning.”

“It was controlled! It was-“

He kissed her. First it was just to shut her up, but then the softness of her lips caught him off guard and he pressed on. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, but it was a modest effort to resist. She tightened up, but then relaxed and allowed the kiss to deepen with the parting of her lips. Tasting her was more than he had anticipated and he was immediately immersed in something so wondrous time and reality were pushed away taking him into a world where every emotion he told himself he would never allow himself to feel he did.

Her tongue pressed hesitantly between his lips and he accepted it wrapping his own around hers and drawing her nectar into his mouth. His body began to press deep in her and he could feel her muscles squeeze around his shaft tighter and tighter until she broke the kiss to scream her joy.

Feeling her orgasm surround his manhood was powerful, but he wasn’t near to coming and he wanted to feel more of that.

Dyson found thousands of ways to draw her body to orgasming again and she was mindless in the glory. He watched her come to reality and as soon as he thought she was about to protest he kissed her some more loving how her body quickly forget what she wanted to say and just bend to his will. Her womanhood was so damn wet and when he rolled on his back bringing her with him, she didn’t protest. Watching her ride him, he came close to coming and had to stop her several times because he wanted to enjoy her body so much more, but she was so damn sexy and exciting he finally yielded and detonated clutching her hips and pounding up into her.

She convulsed and shook and cried and Dyson wanted to never let her go, but reality was a bitch and now that their experience was over, there was no where to go. Nowhere to turn.

He realized that as she came to her senses and shot off of him. Since he wasn’t holding her down she was able to get off of him and stand angrily by the bed and glare at him.

Moving his arms behind his head to slightly prop his head up, he said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to get up and clean up?”

She growled and stormed into the connecting bathroom. He heard the shower running and was almost tempted to go in there and join her, but he knew if he did he’d be tempted to find some damn way to get up in there again.

How the hell had he gotten in so deep with her? What the fuck had she done to him?

He found the guest bathroom and wiped himself down. Checking the time, they still had thirty minutes before the boys got out of school. Instead of waiting to face her, Dyson decided to leave.

He neatly put the Blackberry he had given her close to the bathroom door. Putting on his clothes, he arranged for her to use the limousine to get back to work, while he hopped a cab to get to his car.

She needed time.

He needed time.

He needed to keep his ass there and try to make sense of what the hell had happened. If she were pregnant would she keep the baby? Was she thinking of ways to dispose of his child if she became pregnant?

Damn Dyson! Damn!

(to be continued...)

Sex Weed - Part 6.1 (c) 2007 Sylvia Hubbard