Chapter 12 #2
“Yes,” she moans, her fingers frantic in my hair, her thighs opening like the gates to a paradise I want to spend my life earning, and I urge myself to slow down, slow down, because I’m so fucking hot right now with this angel in my bed, looking up at me with encouragement and lust, that the urge to thrust deep and ride her like a fuck doll is fierce. So fierce.
I’ll hate myself if this isn’t perfect for her, though, so I seal our lips together, position myself against her tight hole, and kiss her with every bit of passion inside me.
Working the head in. Jiggling the trunk in my hand to make progress.
Rolling my hips and cursing hotly at the resistance.
Right there. Right there. She’s giving that part of herself to me, and I look her in the eye with grateful hunger when that gentle tear happens and I sink to the back of her silken cunt, the base of my spine winding up like wire around a fist to find her monumentally tight.
But I never break eye contact, even in my immense suffering.
Even with a pure white light shining down on me from above, because surely I’ve just joined with heaven’s favorite angel. Made her mine forever.
“Oh my God, angel,” I choke out, blistering with need. “Oh my God.”
“Daddy takes care of everything for me,” she breathes, finally, against my mouth.
Every plan I made to go slow flies out the window in the wake of Vida laying down her sword.
I bite down on my tongue and bear down on my balls to stem the tide of hot come that wants to overflow me.
I’ve barely gotten myself under control when I start to hump, my lower body moving of its own volition, groaning her name, slickly sinking in and out of her with horny scoops of my hips.
“Are you okay?” I ask through my teeth. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my back and clawing at my ass cheeks, her thighs spread so wide they point east and west. “Please don’t stop moving. Please!”
“I can’t. Oh fuck, oh fuck, my balls hurt so bad.”
“I’m sorry they hurt. Will you rub that little spot?” She pouts up at me, her tits bouncing around happily, nipples puckered and as hot for me as the rest of her. “The one you found between my thighs. Please?”
Her request has me focusing back on her, thank God, because my twenty-year-old male brain is running away with my good intentions. I’ve got a sinfully hot sex kitten underneath me and my cock has never felt this incredible and my thoughts are blurring into one rudimentary pattern.
Come. Come. Come at all costs.
But I dial back my young man’s selfishness and remind myself this is my future wife. Not a one-night stand.
Will you rub that little spot? The one you found between my thighs. Please?
I groan as I replay her words, my fingertips wedging down between us to fondle that tiny bud, her back arching instantly, my cock squelching louder. One stroke and she’s practically gushing, this miracle I am determined to make my wife.
“Sensitive little thing,” I say, lapping my tongue up the side of her face and biting down on her earlobe. “I think you’re a Daddy’s girl.”
She cries out, her cunt flexing around me so insistently, I almost have to pull out to stop myself from ejaculating.
Holy shit. I expected her first time to be slow and exploratory, but she’s burning the house down.
Killing me. I’m never going to be the same.
I’m never going to walk into another room without her innocent scent all over me.
I want to publicly and privately revel in the fact that my girl is goddess-tier.
I’m done. I’m changed. I’m hers forever.
“I found your clit for you, didn’t I, angel? Now it’s mine to play with.”
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers. “It’s yours.”
I shift the angle of my hips and find a stroke that plays her like a violin.
Tears roll down her cheeks as I pick up my pace, my fingers and dick giving her dual attention.
She sobs and tears strips off my back, and I growl exultantly through my teeth, awash in pride that I’m getting her off.
I fuck her like a machine, my hips moving busily, frantically, my pants down around my ankles because I couldn’t wait long enough to take them off.
“Oh. Ohhhhh.” A look of complete bliss is beginning to take over her features. “Oh, it’s different from when you lick me.”
“Deeper?” I exhale, my forehead pinned on top of hers. “Fuller?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Tripp. Please!”
I scoop her ass up in a firm hand and hold her still while I deliver thrust after thrust, biting down on my bottom lip until it starts to bleed from trying not to let the dam break.
This bed has never budged an inch, but it groans now underneath us and alerts me to the fact that I am pounding the shit out of her and she’s only begging for more.
I want to bite her bouncy tits and tell her she’s Daddy’s personal slut, but not tonight. Not tonight. It’s her first time.
“I don’t have much longer, angel,” I slur thickly, a sharp punch of possessiveness twisting in my stomach. An intense urge to rip off the condom and put a load of my sperm inside her.
I’m not worried about being trapped. I pray she does.
Being trapped by this girl would be more like freedom. A ticket to Valhalla.
“Fuck it.”
Pulling out ever so briefly, the latex is flung across the room, and I reenter her with a shout, the mindboggling texture of her narrow pussy rolling my eyes into the back of my head. I am about to nut so deep in this girl, my lawyers are probably going to wake up in a cold sweat.
“I love you, angel. I love you.” My balls start to tingle with more and more insistency, releasing their contents, no way to stop the flow, my teeth setting on edge, my vision doubling from the sudden deluge of pressure.
“And I love this sexy cunt. I fucking love it. Your first fuck and my first creampie, huh? I’ll never pull out of you as long as I live.
Not happening. Not ever. It’s too fucking sweet—and it’s mine. ”
The delicate pull of her sex grows more persistent, and now, oh sweet Jesus, she’s orgasming with me. Her head thrashes side to side, her hips lifting beneath me, my hand grinding her up, up onto my pulsing dick, jerking her against me in a pulsating rhythm that matches the tempo of my spurts.
It’s the hottest shit in this world.
I can barely handle the bliss, my guttural shouts filling the room, layered with her kitten-like mewls.
And I bust so long and hard, I get lightheaded, only falling forward onto my future wife when I’m one thousand percent depleted, my jaw slack, muscles lax, my lungs struggling to replenish themselves.
I think I’m in an actual state of shock.
“Vida,” I slur, my words muffled by the side of her head. “Are you okay, angel?”
Her sigh is content. Exhilarated. “I’m floating.”
Pride and relief press in on my jugular. “I love you. You’re home.”
I ease off her, crushing her into my embrace. Planting kisses all over her face while she giggles and molds her curves to my strength. “I love you, too, Tripp.”
“Never leave me,” I beg against her mouth.
She blinks at me in the near darkness, her face still flushed from sex. “I don’t think I could.”
I press her face into my throat, rocking her. Coveting her, even though she’s mine. Cherishing her the way I plan to do for my whole life. “Thank God.”
And I fall into a deep sleep with my love wrapped in my arms, but only after formulating a plan to wake up and start figuring out our future. One that is now brighter than the sun.