“Don’t. Come inside me. I want you, not a piece of plastic.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re nineteen. You have your whole life ahead of you.”
“I want to have your baby,” she confesses softly.
I think about when I fantasized about her baby bump. I look at her soft stomach and imagine a baby growing there.
I drop my pants on the floor. “Whatever you want, baby.” I get back on the bed and pull her legs far apart, so that her outer thighs are touching the bed. All that yoga really pays off.
“It’s going to hurt,” I warn. “Just stay still and breathe through the pain.”
Her fists are clenched. I ease the head of my cock inside of her small, extremely tight opening. There’s barely enough room for me in here. I push in a little deeper. Her eyes are squeezed shut.
“Breathe,” I tell her. She starts to breathe again. Then I’m up against the barrier that marks her as a virgin.
I push in very slowly. She gasps, and I know it hurts.
“Just relax, baby.”
I see her fists unclench as she takes in deep breaths. Then I’m sliding in the rest of the way. I stop, fully sheathed inside of her, and her eyes open.
“That feels incredible.” Her hips jerk upwards.
My hips move of their own accord. I sink inside her just a little deeper. Both of us moan.
“Don’t do that,” I warn. “Not if you want it to last.”
“What if I want you to come inside of me right now?”
With a growl, I put her knees over my elbows and bend her legs up as I put my body on top of hers.
The bed is rocking with the force of my thrusts inside of her. Short screams are coming out of her throat right now.
“You want me to put a baby inside of you?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she moans.
Her tits are moving with every thrust. I’m mesmerized by the motion. Her mouth is open. She’s sucking in air hard.
Then her whole body contracts around my cock. There isn’t enough room for me inside of her. She’s squeezing me like a vise. She pants a little before she opens her eyes.
“Holy cow.”
“Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I untie her hands from the headboard.
Towels
Camilla
He turns me over so that I’m on my hands and knees. He pulls my pillows under my stomach.
“You’ve had it sweet and easy. Now I’m going to give it you hard.”
He teases me by tracing his cock around my slit, sliding it forward and back without entering me. I rock my hips back, trying to catch his cock, but he doesn’t give it to me.
“Beg me for it.”
I’m past any kind of shame. “Please, please fuck me again.”