Fuck. She's never satisfied, and I love it. The table creaks beneath us, and I'm grateful there's nothing on it. Everything would have crashed to the floor by now. I maintain my rhythm, gradually increasing the pace, feeling my own climax building at the base of my spine.
Then she catches me completely off guard. She starts touching herself, rubbing her clit as I fuck her, her other hand sliding to her mouth where she licks and sucks her own fingers while maintaining eye contact with me.
That's too much. I'm only a man. I wasn't trained to resist a sinful, curvy goddess like this. My arms begin to shake, not from exertion. I'm still good there, but from the effort of holding back. I feel my climax approaching fast, balls tightening, cock swelling even further inside her.
I barely have time to warn her before I'm shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her. Her eyes widen at the sensation, and she grips the table edges, her entire body convulsing in a second orgasm, breasts bouncing wildly with each spasm.
Fuck. Beautiful. Absolutely perfect.
"Sorry," I pant, realizing I didn't ask before finishing inside her. "I should have pulled out."
"It's fine," she says, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "I wanted it."
"Good," I reply, still buried inside her. "Because I wanted nothing else."
She bites her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. "If you always cum this much, I can't wait to have you cumming on my face next time."
Fuck. Just the image sends another pulse through my cock, a final spurt releasing inside her as if my balls weren't already empty.
She laughs softly. "Seems like your cock likes that idea too."
"It definitely does," I agree, smiling down at her. "And I won't forget the promise."
I help her off the table, watching as my cum drips down her inner thigh. She looks thoroughly claimed, completely satisfied, and more beautiful than any woman has a right to be.
"I should probably go to the bathroom," she says, gesturing vaguely to the mess between her legs.
"Before you go," I say, suddenly serious. "I want to tell you something."
She pauses, looking at me expectantly. "Say it."
I take a deep breath. "I'm not good at this. In fact, except for once when I was a teenager, I've never done anything like this." I run a hand through my hair, uncharacteristically nervous. "We might have only met 48 hours ago, but I like you—who you are, your company, what we could be together. I have no idea where this might lead, but I'm willing to put everything on the line for you."
Her face lights up, and she throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I was thinking the same thing," she confesses. "But I was afraid you'd reject me because I'm younger and... you know, chubby."
I shake my head firmly. "The age could be an issue, but you've lived through things that even older people don't experience. You survived. You're a survivor." I run my hands down her sides, caressing her hips. "And chubby? I fucking love your curves. I'll worship every inch of them every single day."
I pause, knowing I need to address the most important factor in my life. "The only real issue is Eli. He seems to like you, but I won't risk my son's happiness, even if it means sacrificing my own. So, if you want to stay, you need to be sure."
Claire places both hands on my face, her eyes serious and sincere. "I'm sure. I want this more than anything in the world."
We kiss passionately, my arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. After a moment, she steps back with a shy smile.
"I really need to go to the bathroom now," she says. "I'm leaking everywhere."
I chuckle, watching as she turns to leave. "I'll be waiting for you," I tell her. "Today and always."
I watch her walk away, ass swaying hypnotically, and I know with absolute certainty that my life has changed. I don't haveonly a son anymore. I have a family. And we'll build a future together, no matter what challenges come our way.
The Eagles, Tommy, Vulture… They all tried to destroy what mattered most. Instead, they inadvertently led me to something I never knew I was missing. Life's strange that way sometimes. The worst moments can lead to the best beginnings.
And this is definitely a beginning worth fighting for.
Epilogue - Claire
Ten Years Later
"Mom! Have you seen my UCLA sweatshirt?" Eli's voice echoes from upstairs, followed by the sound of drawers opening and closing with increasing urgency.
