He swipes the strawberry in the whipped cream again and then runs it straight through my drenched folds, maintaining eye contact as he takes a bite of it and then repeats the process, this time bringing it to my lips.
“Because you have to know how incredible you taste too.”
The scent of my sex is evident, his cock hammers against the inside of my thigh willing me forward.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I take a bite, surprised at how good it, I, taste.
“Spread your legs for me, little girl,” he growls.
I begin to do as I’m told, my knees falling to the side like a drawbridge parting allowing the king to enter, but he’s too impatient, too needy.
His big body dives in head first, his shoulders pushing my legs open wide as he parts my soft, dewy lips with his tongue, sending my entire world spinning like I’m inside a washing machine.
“Nothing more I want in this world than to own your pretty, pink little tight fuck hole,” he grunts. “Mine. It’s always been mine which is why I’m the only one who ever gets to know your taste, to lick your pussy, to ram my fat cock into your channel and breed you over and over and over again. Am I understood?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His mouth latches onto my sex, his tongue flicking at my entrance before sucking at my hole like a vacuum. He cups my cunt, taking my bud in his mouth and flicking at it, applying pressure and then teasing it with a back and forth movement before more flicks.
“Oh shit,” I moan, my body spasms once as my head tilts back so the top of my head is on the mattress.
I arch my entire back, firm my feet on the bed and offer him direct access to my sex, to keep doing what he’s doing. Perfectly. Expertly.
“Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“I’m going to have to at some point to stick my dick in you and make you a woman,” he growls into my flesh, keeping my legs pinned open wide as he circles my entrance with the tip of his tongue and then sends in a probing digit.
I’m so wet, so open for him, his finger should just slide right in, but my lack of experience says otherwise.
“So fucking tight because you’ve been saving this for me,” he grunts, corkscrewing his digit inside me. “But wet and ready as fuck to get fucked.”
Without warning he takes his finger out and mounts me, putting the head of his bulbous cock right up to my entrance.
“You ready for this? You ready to take this fat dick and become mine forever?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
“Good, because I can’t wait any longer. You belong to me now, me and only me.”
In one movement he thrusts his hips forward, plunging into me as he bursts through the resistance, stretching me wide open and claiming me for all of eternity.
“So fucking tight. So damn perfect,” he says in-between sharp inhalations.
My entire body’s shaking, my forearms the most violent offenders as my fingers cramp.
Slowly he guides himself out, my body thankful the intruder has gone, but just as soon as he’s out of me I’m desperate for him again, missing the feeling of being overly filled he gave me.
Leaning forward I reach for his hips, willing him back inside me and damn does he not disappoint.
Slowly he works his way back in, his hips twisting, his desperate cock twitching and flexing all the while as my tight hole clenches around his rod.
My back arches and I slide my hand underneath him, his balls seemingly gone missing.
“Yeah, they’re fucking locked and loaded, ready to fill you with my baby making juices.”
A sense of urgency shoots through my body from head to toe, my spine tingles and my head feels empty, light, ready to accept his warm gift.
Picking the pace up we start to develop a rhythm together, a kind of music as the song in the background has long since been forgotten, or ended, or….hell, I don’t even know or care. It doesn’t matter. Every ounce of my attention is focused on him, this, this moment I never would have expected would come so out of nowhere as it did, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve waited my entire life for this and it’s just as perfect as I could have ever wished.