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You see, she may have her reasons for seeking me out; it doesn’t matter, they don’t matter. What matters is that I want her, and what I want, I always get. I buried my face in her pussy from behind, my favorite way to eat her. I love the way she pushes back on my tongue, the way my nose tickles her ass hole as she fucks herself on my tongue.

But it’s the smell and the sights and sounds of her that I appreciate more from back here. And her ass, that ass that keeps me enthralled, is of course at my mercy from back here. I sucked her out until I had my fill of her taste and reared back to fuck.

Her phone rang just as I nosed my cock into her wet open pussy. “It’s Darla-Sue.” She looked back over her shoulder at me.

“Don’t answer it.” I slid my whole cock up inside her as her phone rang off and mine started ringing. I reached around for my lover’s tits as I ignored my daughter’s call.

“What if it’s an emergency? Something happened to your ex-wife?”

“I don’t care. I’m not her keeper.” Did her pussy just get tighter? It sure as fuck got wetter. Maybe it’s my forcefulness that got to her just then. Whatever it was, her pussy had locked down on my cock, and she seemed caught up in a trance.

Her back arched, and her mouth hung open on a silent scream. I pulled her head back and covered her mouth with mine while driving my cock into her belly over and over again. As someone who knows the female anatomy well, I knew that her pussy was hotter this week than last week, plus I’d asked her about her last period when we first fucked. I know she thinks I was trying to be careful to prevent pregnancy.

But she could have no idea that from the moment I saw her virgin blood on my cock, her fate had been sealed. Now I fucked into her pussy like a mastodon while imagining the time when I take her ass cherry. I’ve only spared her that thus far because I want all of my seed to go into her womb.

As soon as I know, she’s breeding, then, and only then will I fuck her ass. She likes this position because I can get deeper inside her like this; I like it for the same reason as well, but maybe not for the same result. In this position, I can fuck into her womb much easier. You see, to me, this is the most dominant position in which to fuck.

I have her at my mercy; I can do anything with her in this vulnerable position. Like, choke her out from behind, which I did now. My hand went around her throat and squeezed off her air, making her pussy become vise tight around my cock. She choked and fought for air, and I was in control of that.

I got to decide how she breathed, when she breathed and why she breathed. Her pussy juiced, letting me know that she liked this new game. Like a painter with a brand-new canvas, I’ve been introducing her to the kind of sex I like. Dirty, grimy, sweaty, I want it all—no more missionary position on a Saturday night.

I wanna fuck when I want to where I want to and how I want to. And the last two weeks with her have been bliss. Her pussy was still as tight though it does take a while to stop gaping over after we fuck. Now I could feel her insides shifting around my length as she fought to take me.

I smacked her ass, leaving another red mark next to the one I’d left earlier, and got to enjoy the feel of her cumming again. Her orgasm set mine off, and I offloaded inside her again. How many times was that now? I’ve lost count.

I kept my cock inside her, making sure I emptied the last drop in her. Then leaning over her back, I took her ear between my teeth just so her inner muscles could contract and I could slip out of her womb with ease.

I dropped to my side, bringing her with me with my arms wrapped safely around her. I know she has trauma from her childhood that makes her wake up screaming in the night, so I like to hold her as close and as tight as possible when she sleeps.

As she snored gently beside me on the oversized couch that was more the size of a full-size mattress, I let my mind wander back a couple of weeks ago when we met. It was a day like any other for me. I’d gone to the office and avoided going home as long as I could because my house had become a mausoleum.


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