"Not no no. Just—" She dragged in a shaky breath, her thighs still trembling around his hips, his half-hard cock still buried inside her, cum and slick slowly leaking out and coating both their laps.
"—not yet. This is fast. Really fast. I met you last night. We had amazing sex. You made me come—" She counted silently, cheeks flushing hotter. "—seven times total. And now you're asking me to be your girlfriend while you have how many women again?"
"Fifteen or more? That does matter really."
"Yes, right, I remember... Fifteen." The laugh that tore out of her was ragged, almost manic. "I don't know if I can share. I don't know if they'll accept me. I don't know if I can handle watching you with them. I just—I don't know, Peter."
He didn't speak. Just held her close, one big hand stroking up and down the sweat-slick curve of her spine while the other kept her impaled on him, refusing to let her feel empty even now.
