Page 67 of Lovefool

“I haven’t been with anyone in years,” he says, taking his finger and dragging it down the curve of my spine. “The world wanted me to wait for you, and it was the best non-decision I ever made.”

He waited for me without even knowing if I was really out there. I’ve never believed in soulmates or love at first sight. They’re lies society tells you to reduce the rise of child-free women. They’re lies that directly fund overconsumption on idiotic holidays and unofficial anniversaries. But now, knowing that my heart has a forever home with him, all my preconceived notions dissolve with each longing look and unfeigned sentiment he throws my way.

I’m not worried about getting pregnant. I mean, I’m already on birth control. Plus, a condom isn’t enough for me. I need to feel Sutton raw—every ridge and vein gliding against the nerves of my inner walls.

“Don’t make me wait any longer,” I plead, relinquishing the tension in the lower half of my body as my legs begin to wobble.

Sutton fulfills my request without a playful barb. I can scent the desperation wafting off him, and I can certainly feel it when he plunges the head of his cock into my wet pussy, barely getting an inch in before I clam up and grit my teeth through the invoiceable agony.

“Jesus…Christ.” There’s a ring of fire wrapped around the base of him, and despite having enough lubrication to aid with the penetration, it doesn’t negate the thickness I have to accommodate.

Freezing, he doesn’t move, nor does he slip out of me. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t think⁠—”

I quickly glance over my shoulder. “You’re apologizing because your cock is too big?”

“Yes? No?”

“I just need some more lubrication. It’s fine. I’m fine. I—fuck, I knew you were packing some serious heat down there, but I didn’t think it would hurt this badly. There’s no way that thing is fitting inside me.”

“Trust me, Trouble, you’re the only person I was ever made for.”

I hear a mouthful of spit splat against his palm, and he slithers his arm between the cleft of my thighs, rubbing moisture over the areas of my clit unimpeded by his length. The gesture is reverent, slow, entirely too intimate for the fuck fest that’s about to occur in t-minus two seconds.

I trust Sutton. He knows my body. He knows what I like. The only way I’ll alleviate the pain is if I welcome it with open arms.

So, releasing the tension in my bunched-up muscles, I allow him to rut deeper into the unforgiving clutch of my pussy, each inch swallowed up by my slick folds. Blood roars in my ears as pressure pushes down on my lower abdomen where he fills me out. I’m so lightheaded that I’m not sure I’ll even last three minutes.

He doesn’t fully sheathe himself as he begins rocking his hips against my ass, withdrawing his hungry cock before pummeling it against my soft walls. Legs quaking, my heart is racing against an unknown timer, and a delusional part of me fears that he can hear every strained beat cluing him into my newfound impuissance.

I take inventory of the rough, aggressive strokes he delivers amidst the harried storm—how his hands cradle my hips with a flare of possessiveness. I grow used to the intrusion and bear back down on him to maximize pleasure’s outreach, meeting him each time with a slam of fat on bone only backdropped by a string of unbroken moans.

“There she is. There’s my impatient girl. Choke this big cock, milk everything out of me and take what’s rightfully yours. I fucking love the way your ass bounces while I fuck you from behind.”

“It feels so good, Sutton,” I whimper, the sharp, erratic pumps of his dick causing my tits to recoil from the momentum, my hands pawing helplessly at the wooden surface of my makeshift handhold.

He’s purposefully avoiding my G-spot, instead skating his crown around the perimeter and teasing me with the hubris of a man who knows he excels in every aspect of life—whether it’s fucking, fighting, or flirting.

His stamina never wavers, nor does his tempo. Another open-palm spank to my ass wrings quiet tears from my eyes, and I feel more arousal spiderweb down the plug of his cock in gush after humiliating gush.

I may not be able to see the expression on his face, but I can hear the gratitude in his tone—as if I’m a jewel he can’t stop admiring, mined from the deepest parts of the earth.

“I’ve dreamed about fucking you raw like this. I’ve dreamed about you taking my seed and swelling with my child,” he gruffs under his breath, dotting an avenue of kisses down my back. They contrast against the prime-time shunting that’s going to leave my pussy raw by the time this whole ordeal is over.

I never thought much about children, but there’s something inexplicably hot about getting cream-pied. My thinning breath and tiring pulse are a testament to the mastery of his strokes—how he continues to batter his dick against raw tissue and shoot me over the mountain cap of my incoming orgasm.

“Aren’t we a little young to start a family?” I ask in the throes of a sensory overload, though it’s more of a cautious comment than a genuine concern.

“Considering how fucking sexy you’d look pregnant, I don’t think you want me to answer that.”

I’ve never been with a man who had a breeding kink before. I think it’s awakening something inside of me. Something bad.

Sutton’s dick, pinioned inside my pussy, begins to slow its pace. He moves his hand over my stomach, circling my belly button with an expert finger.

“You have no idea how badly I want to breed you, Lake. What I’d give to watch your tits grow two sizes. How I’d drool just to get a taste of the milk leaking from your nipples. You can feel how deep I am inside you, can’t you? How your greedy pussy is sucking me in and begging for my load? The thought of knocking you up makes me so”—thrust—“goddamn”—thrust—“hard.” His heavy, drooping balls smack against the backs of my thighs, and a noise of worship (bordering on a self-complacent purr) dredges up from deep in his belly.

My composure crumbles in the blink of an eye. I’m so close. I just need one last push before I’m diving headfirst into the euphoric after. “Don’t stop. I—God, I want you to come inside me. I want you to breed me, Sutton,” I whine, clenching around his length and wringing the last vestiges of lust out of him.

“If you spill a single drop, I’ll push everything back in.”