So I give her what she needs too, now. With my fingers inside her and my cock rubbing against her clit, it feels so close to sex. Enough that I can change the angle and know I’m hitting exactly the right place to make her fall to pieces.
I can’t stop looking at her. My eyes are riveted to her face, half turned towards me. I watch as her eyelids squeeze shut and she bites her glossed lips and lets the climax roll through her.
The sound she makes as she comes sends me over the edge too.
I come hard. Really fucking hard.
My seed shoots all over her pussy lips, her ass crack. The sight of all that cum splattering all over her makes the orgasm even more intense, keeps it going until I’ve made a mess of her and I’m empty and spent.
We’re both breathing hard. And because I’m me, territorial and fucked up and obsessed, I don’t stop there.
With my fingers, I push all the pearly liquid between her pussy lips into her cunt. Pushing it far inside her as I can reach, working it in deep.
Her pussy flutters around my fingers, aftershocks of her orgasm. She likes this too.
“All that and you’re still a virgin, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Just think. If you get pregnant, we can call it an immaculate conception.”
She turns her head to glare at me, still blazing withdefiance even with her dress pushed up around her hips and glistening with my cum.
She rises from her elbows to prop herself up on her hands. “What if I weren’t on the pill, you reckless fool? What if you really had gotten me pregnant just now?”
I hope I did. I hope you’re ovulating. I hope I just put a baby in you.
I just smirk at her. “Then we better start making wedding plans.”
The glare intensifies. “Lucky for you, I don’t have a daddy to march you down the aisle at gunpoint. And lucky that I’m on the pill anyway.”
Ignoring the pang of disappointment I feel at that, I gently pull her panties back into place.
“Wouldn’t need a shotgun to get me down the aisle with you, Sadie.”
Far from it.
I put a lot of cum inside her just now. Those panties will be soaked with it soon enough.
My arms come around her properly, pulling her back against my chest. I trail my mouth along her smooth, soft, perfumed skin. Behind her ear. Her cheek.She’s gonna have her work cut out for her, hiding those hickeys with her hair.
Fuckinggood.
“I’m gonna send you off to your little date with a dripping wet pussy,” I whisper, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “And when you sit across that table from him, in that dress you wore for me, with your panties soaked and your legs crossed so my cum doesn’t leak out of you, you’ll remember who made you this way.” I press my lips to her skin. “Good luck to your country boy.”
She’s leaning back, leaning into me. Arching her neck so I can kiss it.“I hate you,” she says softly.
I press my lips to her throat. Right where her pulse is racing fast and hard as mine. “You should. It’s better if you do.”
She exhales. Long and slow. Her head tips back against my shoulder and her eyes close and for a moment we just stand here in my kitchen in the silence while I caress her soft body, pressing almost-kisses to her throat, her cheek, her hair.
“You look stunning, by the way,” I say. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Holding her now, the red haze of madness receding, I feel everything else creeping in: regret and shame, that post-nut clarity that tells me what an absolute, irredeemable piece of work I am.
The things I do to her. Avirgin.
I turn into a beast around her.
All the more reason to let her go. To push her far away from me.
And now she's going to leave. Sheshouldleave.
