“I’m so close,” I growl, unsure how much time has passed, just knowing my seed won’t stop surging toward my shaft. “Are you? Can you come before me?”
She moves her head back. “I’m not sure. Oh…I think so. Maybe.”
“Try,” I say passionately. “Don’t stop, but try to make that creamy pussy come for me.”
She moves her hands even faster, both on my shaft and between her legs. She moans around my helm, pushing into her mouth.
My entire body tenses up as I hold back the explosion, and then my woman starts to moan even louder around my cock, her teeth lightly brushing my helm as she attempts to keep sucking.
But the orgasm is thundering through her, making her shudder all over.
I can’t even groan as my come explodes out of my helm, gushing all over her tongue into her horny virgin mouth. It’s like my entire shaft is ablaze, my tip the most sensitive of all, every piece of my attention fixated on the eruption.
Her moaning stops, and I realize she’s swallowing my seed.
That causes even more to rush out of me.
It’s ending up inside of her…not the place it belongs, but far closer to its rightful place.
Once we’re done, she leans back, wiping her mouth.
“Was I supposed to swallow it?” she asks.
“It was so hot,” I tell her firmly.
She smiles, her face brightening. “Really?”
“It made it so much better…not that I thought it could be.”
She stands as I pull my shorts up, my cock still feeling sensitive, still ready for another round with my woman.
“I guess we sort of got carried away,” she murmurs.
I smirk, head rushing with warmth. “Yeah, I’d say so.”
“Do you really not care that I’m a virgin?” she asks.
Care?I could roar.Of course, I care. I care a lot because it means you’ll only ever belong to me.
It means no other man will ever be able to claim you.
It means I will own you, protect you, in the most real sense, and only me for the rest of our lives.
But that’s too much, too fast.
“No,” I tell her.
She tilts her head. “Are you going back to your cold routine?”
“What do you mean?”
She throws her hands up. “Don’t do this, Silas. You did it last time. We do something intimate, and then you get all cold and distant like you want me to just get lost.”
I grit my teeth, shaking my head.
Strangely, Vanessa comes to my mind, not that she and Lauren are similar. But it’s like a flashback of the ranting, the fear, the shame of it.
“It’s not that,” I snap.