“This pussy. This fucking pussy right here. Belongs to me. You understand?”
I nod. “Just like this,” I say, bringing my hands up and latching onto his rock-hard pecs as best I can, squeezing at them, but there’s nothing to squeeze, only muscle. “Like this belongs to me.”
“Only you. Always,” he confirms. Wasting no time he licks straight up my center and I’m taken back to almost exactly two full revolutions of the clock earlier. But tonight there are no games, no parents to put a performance on for. We can be ourselves, take our time, and be as loud as we want.
“Your innocence is so damn sweet,” he grits out, his tongue taking another swipe at my center.
I want to melt into the bed, let my impending climax wash over me but he reads me like an open book. Sliding his body forward he mounts me, fisting his long, thick cock from root to tip as he lines the tip up to my entrance.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demands.
“You, Jack. You and only you.”
He swipes his bulbous tip up through my folds and then down again, my juices coating him. I’m prepared. He’s prepared. But am I really? For that enormous member he’s got in his hand?
“I want you to take me,” I confess, although it’s hardly a secret at this point. My body takes charge, trying to align my motions with my mental state. My back arches and I bite my lip as I press my hips upward, trying to will his dick into my cunt.
“Greedy little pussy. I guess I’m going to have to fill it with my seed, get you pregnant and start our world-traveling vagabond hippie family off right. Right fucking now. Tonight.”
“I want that. Give it to me, Jack.”
“So young. So innocent. So full of energy and ready to see the world. And so fucking ripe for me.”
There’s a pulse in-between my legs as I wait to feel something I’ve never felt before. Jack puts one hand on the bed next to my head, kisses my forehead, and says nothing more than, “Forever begins now.”
In one motion he slides his oversized cock inside my tight channel. I gasp as my body struggles to accept the foreign object I have no history with.
My stomach tightens and so do my sides. I feel like I’ve been running. Like I can’t catch my breath.
“Breathe,” he says with a pinched expression as he tries to do the same.
Doing as I’m told he joins me as we both blow out and breathe back in again. He uses the calming opportunity to slowly slide his cock out of me, creating some temporary relief but also a void that’s indescribable.
Leaning up I grab ahold of his back, dig in and push my hips forward as he does the same, giving me a sense of overwhelming fullness as he buries the entirety of his sex inside mine.
The two of us are one and at this point, it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins. His body is nearly horizontal on top of mine, the surface area of my flesh covered with his.
“Juniper,” he says hoarsely as his hips move back and then forward as he starts to build a slow rhythm.
Our bodies start to move desperately, picking put the pace while our faces fuck, only stopping for the necessary air to avoid passing out.
“Look at me,” he says. “Look what you do to me.”
Pulling his face back I see every muscle in his face tightened, a tick in his cheek and his skin pulled back as he continues to claim me for the first time.
“I’m already close.”
“I want you to come inside me,” I say softly.
“Oh, I’m going to fill you up, little girl. Every fucking day for the rest of our lives. Don’t you worry about that.”
My head jerks to the side, my sweaty hair covering my face as I release his back and dig into the sheets, balling them up in tight fists as he goes to town, taking me with reckless abandon.
“My pussy. My princess. Mine,” he growls before leaning back, grabbing my hips, tipping his head back, and yelling out an animalistic call so primal it damn near scares me.
His hips piston as his body kicks into overdrive.
“Should have taken this slow,” he says, his words disjointed and jagged. “Couldn’t wait any longer. Need to fill your belly with my baby. All I want. Us.”