And boy. Does she like it.
I’ve never come so much or so hard in my life. Both our orgasms are so intense, so prolonged that there are a couple of times we’re looking into each other’s eyes.
Feeling like this really is gonna last forever.
And just when I think I can’t come anymore, she goes and shudders on my fingers again, smoothing my seed all over her huge tits before running them all over me.
My cock explodes thick and heavy ropes, one after the other. Her eyes so wide and her smile to match it.
If this is her first time, it sure is gonna be one she’ll remember.
I know I will. I’m already etching every second of her skin against mine in my brain.
The sight of her being showered with my seed is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She exceeds every aspect of the idea of fantasy… She’s perfect.
She’s mine now. Marked with my seed and lord knows, I’ve got plenty more of that for her. My rigid stiffness only feels like it needs more relief.
Not just from coming but needing to be inside her.
Needing to claim her properly and put the same seed in that belly of hers.
She’s still shivering and quaking with aftershocks when I scoop her up.
My constant hardness for her probing that perfect ass of hers with each step I take towards the bedroom.
Our bedroom now.
But the tour can wait if her eyes locked on mine are anything to go by.
We could be in a cardboard box and it wouldn’t matter.
What matters now is this… Us.
I lay her down like something precious, sacred. But as much as I can see Megan loves a little romancing, she’s still got a need right now.
And I’m reading her ‘we can snuggle later’ look loud and clear.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrored windows.
My manic grin which looks permanent, like my hard-on for her, seems bigger than ever.
The sight of her laid out on our bed. My whole body primed to claim her properly. And her soft hands reaching up for me again, her chest still heaving with as much excitement as when our mouths touched.
“Make me yours, Harry… But I gotta warn ya,” she drawls, sounding a little too much like my ex-boss Frank for my liking.
“What?” I ask in a whisper.
“I’m not just wanting a pity fuck here… You do really like me. Don’t you?” she asks.
Throwing me for a second, because I can’t think what I could’ve said or done to make her even think that.
But I’m glad she’s asking. Because if I haven’t made it clear enough yet I’ll get some flash cards made up for her.
“Megan… I want you, of course, I do. All of you… And all the time. Forever. Not just one time, but every time, forever….,” I tell her firmly but hearing the emotion in my voice almost sounds like someone else.
Guess I’ve just never had anyone to feel this way about because I was waiting for Megan.