Not a bad day’s effort so far, for a virgin girl. Even if I do say so myself.
It’s as if wanting it so bad makes it happen, and Mack slowly shifts forward, sending waves of still warm water splashing over the edge of the tub onto the floor.
But his eyes are fixed on mine, even when he kisses me hard. My hands gripping his thick cock firmer as I pump him until he groans.
My own sounds of need echoing like a cry for help off the black and white tiles.
His tongue swirling around mine as I feel him lift me up for the last time as a virgin.
Carrying me from the bathroom to the bedroom, neither of us caring about the water we’re trailing everywhere.
Not even minding when he lays me flat on the bed in the main bedroom, still soaking wet. The heavy drips from his body feel like they’re sizzling and evaporating as he moves his huge, naked body over me.
His arms holding up his weight like two huge tree trunks that my fingers could never get around.
So, I run my hands over his chest instead, sliding them down before gripping his swollen helm and squeezing it gently, making him groan.
Whispering to him how much I want him and feeling his smooth hardness pressing against my already slick valley, I tell him what I knew the second I saw him.
“I- I love you, Mack,” I rasp.
He moans tenderly, looking into my eyes as his knees push my thighs further apart.
The words from my mouth are like the key that unlocks me for him. His thick, smooth hardness finding my quivering sex instantly.
Both of us gasping and then moaning louder as he slowly enters me.
His eyes blazing into mine and his thick fingers bunching up the sodden sheets underneath us both.
“Mine!” he growls low, making my head fall back, and my legs grip him like a vice, pulling him deeper inside me until I feel everything I thought I knew about the world so far fall away.
Not a chubby little virgin anymore. Not a horse-shy city girl who’s afraid to go outside.
Mack starts to slowly move his engorged length slowly in and out of me, his low growls of satisfaction filling my ears. His perfect cock filling me like I was made just for him.
I know I’m his woman now, a real-life woman.
Not a girl anymore.
And the furthest thing from my mind once Mack sets to work pleasing me in ways I never dreamed of, is what might happen tomorrow.
Today, right now, is all that counts. And once I feel my first climax with his thick cock balls deep inside me pulsing to the surface.
He groans the words I’ve secretly longed to hear him tell me, right at this moment.
The second I’m about to come for him.
“I’m going to put a baby in you, Tina… And I’m going to fuck your little pussy until you cream all over my fucking cock.”
And if I have a baby by Mack, then we have to be together. Right, Mom?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mack
It’s not her sweet little pussy yielding to my swollen cock.
It’s not the little pleading sounds she makes, eager for every fucking inch as I fill her balls deep until she’s begging to come for me.
It’s when she tells me she fucking loves me that undoes me.
Makes me hear the three words I’ve never heard meant in the special way I know she really means it.
And knowing just how much she means it makes me harder than ever.
Swelling to an enormous size inside her as I start slow but find out just how hard and fast my little cowgirl really likes to ride cock.
It’s her cock now. All for her.
And her tight little pussy belongs to me.
I tell her again that I’m going to fill her with my seed.
Put a baby in that sweet belly of hers, and those words from me send her body into shuddering spasms.
I can already feel her about to come, and I know I’m not too far behind her if she keeps pumping me like this.
Easily keeping my girth inside her, and in a single movement, I flip her over, growling for her to fuck me while she watches my cock come inside her.
The huge antique mirror opposite the creaking bed gives her all the prompting she needs to shift herself into her soon-to-be new favorite position.
Reverse cowgirl.
My cowgirl.
Easing her rump that I squeeze tight until she gasps me with both my hands, I feel her smooth thighs straddle mine.
Her hands run down over my knees. Her eyes locked on mine as we watch each other in the mirror.
Her back arches and I let out a long groan as I feel her in a way I never thought possible.
Her twitching pussy filled from behind, my swollen helm probing her newest pleasure center. So deep inside her, the moans from her mouth are like a postcard.