Jay
Rachel’s body was impossibly gorgeous. Her perfect breasts shook and bounced as I drove my cock in and out of her, and her plump ass even showed from the front across her hips as she rode me with her legs spread like she was doing full squats at the gym.
Well…she’s not really riding me; I’m the one in control here.
Her scent filled my lungs and fueled my lust for her. I’d already come once but I wanted more. I was like a starving man who’d filled his belly but couldn’t stop eating because he’d been without food for so long.
Her taste was still on my lips and tongue and her wetness coated my cock and balls and even my inner thighs and the bottom of my abs. My cock throbbed between her shining, pink, perfect pussy as it gripped my shaft with each one of my thrusts.
This girl…I thought. This girl is it.
I’d known since the last time I saw her, but now it was official. Storming into her wedding like that had been a ballsy move, but it was the only move I had. Letting her go through with that sham marriage would have been impossible.
The effect Rachel had on me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was like my life started five years ago with her and was only continuing again now.
I dragged my eyes up her glistening physique, from her juicy thighs to her pussy, to her tiny waist and flat stomach to her teardrop tits that every girl would pick out as an example of what they wanted when they were at the plastic surgeon’s office.
“Jay…”
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down on top of me. My mouth met hers and I sucked her tongue as her breasts pressed against my strong chest.
I wanted to lick her all over. I was so hungry that I was thinking about doing things to her I’d never dreamt of before. I wanted to explore her every inch, worship her body and please her in every way possible.
I wanted her out of breath, eyes rolling and head spinning every time after I fucked her, because that was what she deserved.
My girl…my duchess…
My heart was pounding as I thrust my cock into her tight hole.
A sweet virgin I was claiming as mine…
It felt incredible to claim her, this proper, high-society girl fucking me, a fisherman, in a tiny cabin in the woods. This wasn’t about class or expectations or anything like that; this was about two people completely taken with each other.
I clenched my jaw tight as her pussy went tight around me. I’m not breathing. My dick is screaming at me with hypersensitivity after coming down her throat, but that’s nothing compared to what she must be feeling.
She’s already come twice and I’m not going to stop at two.
I’m going to pump her full of my seed and make sure she’s mine forever—and she’s going to come again when I do it.
“Oh-my-God-Jay,” she gasped. Her voice came in stuttered moans of pleasure between my thrusts. I put a palm against her lower back and held her in place as I fucked her faster, my balls slapping against her ass with each stroke.
I felt her teeth against my neck as she slumped down on top of me, her hair spilling down across my face.
Her tight little cunt clamped down even tighter, making it harder for me to fuck her but also driving me closer and closer to the point of no return.
Fill her up…I thought. Fill her tight little hole.
“I want to feel you come with me, duchess,” I growled. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
She moaned in reply as I kept fucking her. Her breath against my ear sent a shiver down my spine and pushed me even closer to the edge.
My cock was a hot bar of raging steel inside her. Her fingers clenched down and bit into my skin and she cried out.
“You come and I’ll come,” I told her. “Let me feel that tight pussy come on my cock.”
And that did it.
Rachel’s mouth opened but she swallowed her moan and let her mouth hang open against my cheek. Her hot breath and soft body were goddess-like, and when I felt her tight little hole clamp down on me, I went over the edge.