“Uh huh,” I whimper.
“You sure?”
I reach my shaking hand back to his hips and slowly try and guide him out of me, but his body is just too big, too massive. Fortunately he reads me like an open book, and does what I need, backing out and letting my body get accustomed to having him inside me.
He leaves the tip of his rod just inside me before running the tip of his tongue around my areola before flicking my nipple and then engulfing my breast in his massive mouth.
He comes off me with a loud popping sound and then leans back, giving me a second to prop myself up slightly, where I can see the pink liquid coating his cock, the evidence of my virginity laid bare.
“Yeah, you see that too?” he asks. “It’s the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen, and as artists we’ve seen them all.”
We.
I like the sound of that.
And I like the sound of the grunt he makes as he re-enters me, my body still trying to adjust to him.
In and out as I fist the sheets until finally, he’s able to pick up the pace.
I try moving my hips in rhythm and not a minute later we’re fucking like we’re meant to fuck. He grabs my ass, spins me over like a spit-roast, his cock never leaving me, and starts taking me from behind.
Then from the side.
Then with my hands pressed down against the bed.
I’m a rag doll, flipping, tossing, spinning like I’m at the bottom of the shore break at the Pacific, waves crashing over me and doing with me as they wish. And that’s exactly what I wish for.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts.
“Me too,” I echo.
“Tell me you want me to come inside you. Tell me you want my first born child,” he spits through clenched teeth as he drives into me.
“Yes, Daddy. I want it. Fill me with your come. Breed me. Make the two of us one. Forever. Please, Daddy, please!”
“Daddy needs to know you’re ready too. Princess’s needs are always first,” he says in one short breath, the words run together but I understand and feel his love for me, sending me over the edge.
“I’m ready, Daddy. I’m…I’m…”
Suddenly his thrusting stops and he somehow buries himself inside me even deeper than before, his hips pressed fully forward, his ass muscles clenched to get him as deep inside me as possible, to ensure his seed takes root inside me.
“Oh fuck, babygirl!” he yells. “I’m coming. I’m coming in your raw, tight little pussy.”
A wall of water rushes through me like a tsunami and I unleash my cream on his cock just as I feel jets of come flood into my body as his climax makes me see stars, every muscle in my body spasming as he continues to throw hot, white ropes of stickiness inside me, painting my womb with his gift.
His aftershocks last a full minute or so, not that I have any idea or comprehension of time in the moment, until he collapses directly on top of me.
We’re both covered in sweat, panting, trying to catch our breath with not enough oxygen in the world to help us now.
But eventually we do reach a level that’s not that close enough that we’re in danger of cardiac arrest.
He rolls off of me, his rod sliding out of me and I immediately feel the void, missing it with a need I didn’t know I possessed. I’ve always been the responsible one, the one who had to take care of my mother. And now, finally, there was someone to take care of me, and I needed that like the ocean needs water…every last drop.
And that’s exactly how much I was sucking up right now. All of him. Every ounce of this moment.
I lean over, short of strength and high on this feeling we’re sharing, and see the red blot on the sheet in the shape of a heart.
If that’s not life imitating art I don’t know what is.