She’s not going to give me a child and then split custody with me, either.
I’ll win her over and earn her respect and love, but she will love me in return.
Unbuckling my dress slacks, the need to fuck her drives my impatience to an all-time high. I’m quick to get my cock out, lift Sienna in the air by the back of her thighs, and use her dresser for leverage.
The tip of my cock drags along her wet pussy, and I groan into her lips as my balls clench for the violent release she gives me.
I’m going to marry her.
I’m going to fuck her every night.
I’m going to make her happy.
As I position myself at her entrance, I notice that Sienna doesn’t stop me. Her lips follow mine, parting to let my tongue plungedeep, tasting her surrender in the way she kisses back, hungry and unresisting.
I thrust forward in one motion, burying my cock to the hilt inside her tight pussy. It stretches around me, her slick walls clamping down as I fill her.
She gasps into my mouth, and her body arches against the dresser as her nails dig into my shoulders for purchase.
No words from her, just a sharp intake of breath that tells me she feels every inch of me.
I don't give her time to adjust. I’ve waited too long for this, and the anger from her words fuels me as I pull back, almost all the way out, then slam into her again, the force rattling the drawers behind her.
Her head falls back, exposing the column of her throat, and I latch onto it, sucking a mark into her skin while I start a punishing rhythm.
Each thrust drives her ass into the wood, and the slap of my hips against hers echoes in the room. Her pussy is soaked, the juices coating my shaft and making every slide smoother and deeper.
I can feel her inner muscles fluttering, gripping me like she never wants me to leave.
That's right, feel it, princess. This is us, raw and real.
I shift my hold, with one hand sliding up to cup her breast and squeeze the soft flesh as I pinch her nipple. She moans low, the sound vibrating against my lips when I claim her mouth again.
Her legs wrap tighter around my waist, pulling me in, her heels pressing into my lower back, right above my ass. She's meetingme now, her hips rocking subtly to take me deeper, her body betraying any resistance her mind might cling to.
I growl against her neck, biting just enough to sting, then soothing it with my tongue.
“Mine,” I mutter, the word slipping out as I grind my pelvis against her clit. “You don’t have to love me now, princess. But I’m not going to hold any secrets from you. I’m yours to emotionally ruin. And you’re mine to protect and care for always.”
The dresser creaks against our weight, but I don't care. I’ll buy her a new one if I break the damn thing.
I hoist her higher, her back sliding up the surface each time I pump my cock into her. She's dripping down my balls, and her scent fills the air, driving me even wilder.
I release her breast and trail my hand down her stomach, my fingers dipping between us to rub her clit in firm circles.
Her reaction is immediate.
Her pussy spasms around me, squeezing so tightly that I nearly lose it right there. She bites her lip, and her eyes squeeze shut, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she pushes into my touch, trying to ride my cock in the position she’s in.
I slow my thrusts just enough to tease her, dragging my cock out inch by inch to let her feel the ridges and veins before plunging back in.
Her chest heaves as she clings to me, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging lightly.
No pleas or whining, just her presence, fully in this moment with me. Her body is alive underneath my hands.
I kiss her collarbone, then lower, watching her breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
I capture one with my lips, sucking hard while my teeth scrape the peak, my fingers still relentlessly working her clit.
