Kissing the top of her head, where the pink hair meets her natural auburn, I trail my fingers down her smooth back, to her ass, cupping it in my palm and then sliding two fingertips between her legs.
“You’re soaked,” I mutter. “Soaked for me.”
She nods, her hands moving to my shoulders. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Without warning, she jumps up against me, wrapping her legs around my middle, and my cock responds eagerly, rasping against her intimate lips like he wants in there as much as I do. I turn us and lunge for the nearest wall, and she giggles as she crashes into the glass, blinds ruffling behind her.
“People might guess what we’re doing,” she says.
I shrug. “Let them guess.”
Her legs tighten around me and I thrust eagerly, the head of my cock brushing her warm, wet flesh but not finding its home. Growling in frustration, I guide her down, her legs still clinging on as I finally feel her entrance.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
She nods, her eyes glued to mine, and I don’t wait another moment. In a thrust, I manage to enter her, but she’s so tight, even wet as she is, I can only go in an inch. I kiss her, cutting off the moan of pleasure and pain, and thrust again. She mumbles into our kiss, sliding naked against the blind and the glass wall, but I don’t ease up. Not now. I need all the way inside, even though her pussy is trying to cut off the blood supply through my cock. Leaning my body against hers to hold her in place, I run my fingers along her jaw, my thumbs along her cheeks, brushing away the moisture.
“Are you okay, Scamp? I’m sorry it hurts. It’s only this first time, after that it will be better, I promise.”
She shakes her head, and for a horrible moment I think she’s going to tell me to stop, but instead she whispers, “It’s strange. It hurts, but I also like it. I want you inside me, Valiant. All the way. Please.” She kisses me, drawing strength from my lips, then takes a deep breath that I feel through her whole body. “Be strong for me, please.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. Her strength is my strength, and I’ll always be a better man for her. With a final surge, I push against her and she cries out as I slide all the way inside. And I know that this will always be my home.
“I love you, Valiant,” she says. “I’ve loved you since I met you. I should have told you when you saved me from those thugs. I should have told you when you made me throw my old life in the river. I should have told you when you told me.”
I shake my head. “You weren’t ready then. If you’d said it you would have worried you didn’t mean it. I’m happy you waited to say it back. But just for the record, I love you so much it hurts. I’m going to spend every day from now until eternity proving it to you.”
Kissing her throat, I finally move a little inside her, shifting her up and down on my cock, letting the blinds crease and clink in time with her pants and moans. She clings to my neck as I thrust inside her and soon she’s weeping, sobbing with the effort.
“Hold back, baby,” I tell her. “Hold back just a little longer.”
“I’m so wound up I feel like a spring about to snap.”
“Just a moment longer. I know you can do it, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”
I thrust harder, faster, grunting with the effort, sweat soaking my back and arms. I nibble at her jaw, kiss her lips, cut off her breath and then give it back to her. She’s mine to care for, mine to hold, mine, mine, mine.
And in a final roar, I let her have the proof of my need.
“Now, Scamp,” I tell her. “Let go now.”
Together, our orgasms tremble through our bodies, molding us to each other, in sync, in unison. In that moment, we’re just one being, working towards release as jet after jet of cum is milked from my cock by her rippling pelvic muscles. I shoot so hard and so deep into her, it’s a wonder it doesn’t swell her belly right away as we kiss and pant and mutter words of devotion and gratitude.
And finally, when we calm down, I hold her close and kiss her, and she cries on my shoulder.
***
“What’s that?” I ask as she pulls what’s left of her dress into place around her shoulders, watching her deliciously bare, round ass being covered by the material.
She turns her head to look over her shoulder. “What?”
“That tattoo.”
Just above her left butt cheek, there’s the tattoo of a heart I saw in the alley when she ran from me, but now up close I can see the letters VG written inside in a fancy script. Scamp blushes red as her fingers shoot to her lower back, touching the tattoo self-consciously.