“You love it,” I remind her, flicking my tongue over her sensitive peak. “Love how dirty I am for you.”
Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me against her as I suck and bite, marking her perfect skin. I can feel her getting closer, her pussy fluttering around my cock.
“I'm gonna fill you up so good.” I promise, thrusting up harder, faster.
The tension in her body snaps all at once. She throws her head back, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she comes around me, her pussy clamping down like a vise. The sight of her—head thrown back, tits bouncing, completely fucking wrecked on my cock—pushes me over the edge.
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her down on my cock as I explode inside her. Pulse after pulse of hot cum shoots deep into her womb, exactly where it fucking belongs. I keep grinding up into her, making sure every drop stays where it needs to be.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice barely recognizable. “Taking it so fucking good, princess.”
She collapses against my chest, both of us breathinghard. I wrap my arms around her, keeping her close as aftershocks ripple through her body. My cock is still buried inside her, and there it will stay all fucking night as I make good on my promise.
I hold her there for a long moment, unwilling to break the connection between us. Her skin is flushed, a thin sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light. She nuzzles against my neck, her breath hot against my skin.
“You know,” she whispers into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing my pulse point, “it takes a while after getting off birth control for it to work out of my system. Could be a couple of months before it's even possible for me to get pregnant.”
I tighten my grip on her, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair. “I don't fucking care, baby,” I growl, tugging gently to make her look at me. “I'm gonna fuck you and love you every night if you want, and when you get pregnant is exactly when it's supposed to happen.”
Her eyes soften, but there's still that mischievous glint that drives me wild. I pull her closer, my cock still buried inside her, still semi-hard and getting harder by the second.
“But before you have my baby,” I continue, my voice rough with possession, “you're taking my last goddamn name.”
She laughs, the vibration of it traveling through her body and straight to my cock. The sound makes my heart clench and my dick throb at the same time. Fuck, I love this woman.
“Is that a proposal, Kingston?” she teases, rolling her hips slightly.
I glance at the clock on the wall behind her. “No, it’s a goddamn demand. It's fifteen minutesuntil the ball drops,” I say, smirking as I grip her ass and stand up with her still wrapped around me. “Looks like we got a race against time for me to make you cum again before that so you can pull more of me up into you.”
She gasps as I carry her toward the bedroom, her legs tightening around my waist. “Always so fucking competitive.”
“Only when it matters,” I tell her, kicking the bedroom door open. “And nothing matters more than this.”
I toss her onto the bed, watching as she bounces on the mattress, those perfect tits jiggling with the movement. She's still wearing the torn leggings, the ripped fabric framing her pussy where my cum is already starting to leak out.
“Don't move,” I command, grabbing her ankles when she tries to close her legs. “I want to see it. My cum dripping out of you.”
Her cheeks flush darker, but she doesn't resist when I spread her legs wider. “You're so dirty.”
“Only for you.” I kneel between her thighs, my thumbs spreading her pussy lips to see the evidence of my release. “Fuck, that's beautiful.”
Before she can respond, I lower my head and lick, tasting her arousal and my cum. She arches off the bed with a shocked cry.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her pussy, sliding my tongue deep inside her to gather more of our combined taste. “Better when you're filled with me.”
She whimpers, her thighs trembling as I work my tongue in and out of her entrance, lapping up every drop. I could spend hours like this, face buried between her legs, worshipping her with my mouth.
“Beck, oh my god,” she gasps when I circle her clit with my tongue.
I pull back just enough to look up at her, my chin slick with her juices. “I'm going to clean you up just to fill you up again.”
Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desire as she watches me. I maintain eye contact as I dive back in. She's so fucking wet, the combination of her arousal and my cum making it easy to push deep.
“Look at you,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “So perfect. Every fucking inch of you.”
She grabs a fistful of my hair, grinding her pussy against my face as I alternate between sucking and flicking my tongue. The taste of her is addictive—sweet and tangy and mine.
“Your breasts,” I growl, using my free hand to pinch and roll one of her nipples. “Gonna look so fucking gorgeous swollen with milk.”
