Chapter 9
Eric
I hold the front door of my house open for Marlow, inhaling her scent as she crosses my threshold. Someday I’ll carry her over one or life won’t be complete.
My pulse is going haywire just having her in my house. Knowing we’re home alone.
Knowing there’s a very real possibility I’m going to have the honor of this girl being naked in my bed.
Underneath me. That she doesn’t want to use protection and neither do I.
God. God, that’s crazy, especially at our age, but somehow forgoing a condom feels like the only way.
Bare. Nothing between us. Nothing between her and the come she craves.
Marlow toes off her shoes and waits, hands folded at her waist. “Am I allowed to just…go in?” she asks me, blinking those green eyes up at me.
I’m hit with confusion. “Are you allowed? Of course you are.”
Some of her doubt drains away. “I haven’t been a guest in many places.”
“You’re a guest here,” I say, taking her hand and guiding her through the living room, into the kitchen, which is lit by the late afternoon sun. “You go wherever the hell you want in my house, okay, Fairy Tale? Do whatever you want.”
Her chest dips a little dramatically, her expression almost…grateful? Why?
What am I missing when it comes to this girl?
Obviously, her parents aren’t that strict if the twins are allowed to have boyfriends, right? Hell, they’ve been invited to dinner.
I, however, have not been invited.
I’m trying not to speculate as to why that is. Still…is she embarrassed of me?
Is she worried about bringing home a guy that looks like he could be mistaken for Bigfoot if he goes camping? Maybe. I know Marlow is attracted to me, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of how I look to other people.
As if to mock me, my stomach growls loudly enough to shake the rafters.
Marlow giggles, rubbing her hands on my stomach. “You didn’t get enough to eat at lunch. I was distracting you.”
I stroke her hair back. “Believe me, I didn’t mind.”
She blushes. “Can I get you a snack to make up for it?”
It’s humiliating how much that turns me on. This girl in my kitchen wanting me to eat. Encouraging it. Wanting to make food for me. “Sure. I’d love that.”
“Any preference? Savory or sweet?”
“Surprise me. I just like…”
When I trail off, in disbelief over what I was going to say out loud, she prods me. “You just like what?” I shake my head, my lips pressed in a line. “Eric, you can tell me anything. I mean…” She plays with a button on my shirt, murmuring, “Think of the secret I told you.”
That she’s obsessed with my come?
Like I could forget.
“I don’t know, the idea of you serving me food is just hot.” My voice is raspy, due to the subject matter. “It’s something a wife might do.”
Slowly, her eyes turn smoky, like maybe she’s sharing my thought process now, and color me relieved, because she could have easily called me sexist for making that revelation and I would have deserved it. “The idea of having a wife turns you on?”
“No. The idea of having you as my wife turns me on.”
Holy shit, I can’t believe she’s letting me talk marriage already and not getting freaked out. I swear she’s a fantasy and I’m going to wake up any minute.
“Go sit down at the table,” she says, giving me a light push in that direction.
I go. Happily.
In fact, I almost break the chair pulling it out so fast. Taking a seat, I watch her move to the refrigerator and tug it open.
She disappears from view, blocked by the fridge door while she hums, rooting around for something to feed me, and fuck, my cock is being tortured inside my jeans.
All day long, he’s been locked up and strangled while my girlfriend rubbed herself all over me, kissing me before every class.
Speaking of which…
“Marlow,” I say, wincing while I lower my fly to let my erection breathe. “I need to talk to you about switching into your classes.”
I hear her breath hitch. “You want to switch into my classes?” Her head peeks over the refrigerator door, her gaze wistful. Hopeful. “All of them?”
“Yeah. All of them.” Goddamn, my whole body is pounding. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
My chest starts to hurt. Badly. Is it crazy to be in love this fast?
If anyone else told me they’d fallen in love in such a short space of time, I would think that love was superficial or flawed, but there’s nothing fake about this. Nothing wrong about it. Marlow and I together is nothing but right. Perfect.
But the word perfect gets a whole new definition when Marlow closes the refrigerator and reveals that she’s been undressing behind the door the whole time.
My extremely hot girlfriend is wearing nothing but turquoise lace panties.
No bra. No fucking bra.
Her tits are these naughty little things, pale and perky.
I can’t stop staring at them. Oh my God, she’s topless in my kitchen.
“Marlow…” I begin on a stuttered groan, my dick throbbing in the opening of my downed zipper. “What the hell are you doing with me, baby?”
A line appears between her brows as she struts forward, setting down a plate on the table in front of me.
It’s a thick slice of vanilla cake I haven’t noticed until now, because yeah, she is basically naked, except for a few strips of lace.
“What am I doing with you?” She perches her lips against mine, humming while she straddles my lap, her pussy snuggling up against my ache, those naked tits pressing to my chest. “First, I’m going to feed you,” she murmurs, touching our tongues together in a too brief kiss.
“Then I’m going to let you fuck me. As many times as you can before six o’clock. ”
“Jesus Christ,” I exhale sharply, hit with a wave of insane dizziness, my balls rippling and tightening, her lower body starting to work me, work me, work me. Riding me through my briefs. On top of that, she feeds a forkful of cake into my mouth.
“Eat.”
I manage to chew, but this guttural sound is coming from deep inside my chest, because she’s overwhelming my senses.
There is too much good happening at once.
Sweetness in my mouth, my stomach being filled, while she stimulates my cock, rubbing and writhing on it.
Giving me an extra big bite, then leaning back, arching so I can ogle her tits while her hips move in a horny pattern, imprisoning me in sexual pain.
“Marlow, it’s both of our first time and…” I have to stop talking to moan, she’s dragging her cunt at the most precise angle upward along my hurting shaft. “Baby, I’m not going to be able to concentrate on what I’m doing…”
Her perfect mouth twists mine into a kiss. “However you give me that come is the right way, Eric. I just want it deep.”
I bear down to prevent myself from an explosion.
It’s a wonder I haven’t popped already.
“Now?” I grit out.
She rubs our noses together. “Are you done with your cake, Daddy?”
I don’t even bother answering, I’m in such a staggering state of lust. I stumble to my feet with Marlow clinging to me, her thighs squeezed around my hips, and I barrel toward my bedroom, absently wishing I was wearing my skates so I could go faster.
I cradle her close and tuck her head beneath my chin on the way through my doorframe, because I’m so worried about knocking her into a wall or hurting her, but finally, we’re in my room and I am more of an animal than I realized, or maybe she just makes me one, because she’s on the bed in a split second.
I’m on top of her limber body, groaning over the gift of gravity, because oh God yeah, I’m finally able to grind down on that pussy, the way I’ve been needing to do since we met.
Finally able to set myself loose, because we’re alone.
Not in public, not at school, not in a parking lot.
It's just me and my future wife and her spread legs.
Our mouths taste like vanilla and she’s whining for a load of come already, my balls all too ready to comply. I work her panties down her hips and thighs, in total disbelief that I’m about to have sex. Me. I never thought I’d do this with another person, let alone the best person.
“I want it so bad,” she whimpers when she’s completely naked.
Not even wearing panties. Holy shit.
Once I take my cock out of my briefs, there won’t be anything preventing me from pushing it into her hole.
And I know it’s wet, because I’ve leaned sideways onto my left elbow and my fingers are there now, playing with her slick little clit.
Watching her eyes turn glassy the longer I fondle it, the pads of my fingers growing more and more soaked.
“I’m worried I’m going to blow if I put my fingers in you.”
“If you do, we’ll just go eat more cake until it gets big again,” she whispers, blinking.
“How did I find the perfect woman?”
She grins up at me, but in a drowsy, ready-to-fuck kind of way, and I’m getting so desperate to experience her, all of her, that I lock down my loins and slowly, slowly, push my middle finger into the opening of her pussy, alarm bells pealing almost immediately.
“Oh no. No.” I push and twist my digit, making her shudder. “I won’t fit in here.”
“Yes, you will,” she says haltingly.
Denial is a hammer to my skull. “I’ll kill you, Marlow.”
“What a way to go,” she says, levering herself up to kiss me.
The mother of all kisses. Deep and winding and wet, my finger tucking in and out of her snug heat until it’s pumping, adding my ring finger, trying my goddamn best to loosen her up a little.
Nothing doing, though, she’s tighter than the lid of a jam jar.
I’m trying not to think about how fucking good it would feel to just give in and rail her for everything I’m worth, whether she’s ready or not, but I love her.
I love her, so I fight through the agony and hope for a miracle.
Another one.
She’s a miracle all by herself.
“You can try now,” she says, in between hot, slanting kisses.
“No, I can’t. I can’t.”
“Don’t you want to get me pregnant?”
“Yes!” I roar, my answer coming from some deep, dark unknown cavern in my chest. I say it with bared teeth, my fingers pressed high and deep inside of her. “I’ve got the biggest wad for you, baby. You won’t be getting your period once I give it to you.”
“I want it now,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Put it in as far as you can.”
My control is frayed now, my alpha male genes conditioned to conquer and impregnate, and I’ve lost the fight with patience.
Lost it completely. Sealing my mouth on top of hers, I work the massive head of my erection into her breach, my jaw slackening at the sensation of being cradled there.
It’s so good that I require more, more, my hips advancing until I’ve given her a few of my inches, jacking my base in a harried fist.
“Oh God. Oh fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” I pant, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of my face. “Does it hurt?”
“There’s some pressure,” she says shifting beneath me, shooting a lightning bolt of urgency to my testicles. “But I think I can take more.”
“Please,” I say raggedly, instead of no, which is what I meant to say.
She’s so small and beautiful and fragile.
At least, I think she’s fragile until, keeping our intense eye contact, she digs her heels into my ass until I have no choice but to sink down, her slick cunt taking me deeper, deeper, her whine getting louder.
“Daddy is so big,” she gasps, her eyes bright. “That’s why it can hold so much come.”
Divine intervention. That’s the only reason I don’t fill her up then and there. “Goddammit, you’re making my fucking legs shake.”
“You’re almost all the way in,” she moans, her cunt flexing around me. “More.”
Hitting my limit for temptation, I fall on Marlow, digging my fists into the mattress and starting to thrust. And I think I know what sex is going to be like from watching porn on occasion, but oh no, no, it’s so much more visceral.
Horny and wet and real. The give and take of her flesh, the drag of my thick torso up her smoother, smaller one, the crack of my heavy balls bouncing off her ass, her gorgeous face transforming with awe, my knees dug into the bed, the exertion, the sweat, the desperate kisses we exchange while I drive her, pump by pump, up the bed, the sound of wet slapping filling the room.
“You feel so good,” she sobs, raking her nails down my back, enjoying me even though my full weight is crushing her down. Maybe even because of it. “All of you. All of you is so sexy. You’re mine.”
I lurch a little over the way she claims me so vocally, an unnamed warmth spreading inside of me in a way I don’t expect.
I feel sexy in that moment for the first time in my life.
I feel fucking incredible. Enough to strip off my shirt and fuck her harder, the bed creaking in tandem with my grunts.
“I love being yours,” I blurt into her neck.
“Good,” she whispers, tightening up around me. On purpose. Making me shake violently, caught in her mind-blowing trap, unable to move or I’ll spew. “Because if any other girl even looks at you, I’ll claw out their eyeballs.”
I believe her. I believe her when she says she’s jealous.
That I’m desirable. That she only wants me.
Because I can feel how fucking soaked she is.
I can see her full little titties bouncing around when I start pounding again, my fist wrapped around the top of the headboard.
I can see the love in her eyes when she looks at me, and I become an immortal warrior in that moment, seeding his woman.
I become a confident and dominant version of who I was before, all because she looked at me and saw more.
I’m flush on top of her delicious body when I feel the end approaching. “Tell me what you are again, baby. I’m ready to unload in this tight little thing.”
She starts to whimper with excitement, her petite body heaving beneath mine. “I’m a come slut. Daddy. I’m a come slut.”
A groan rips through me. “You’re about to be a pregnant one, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Stay still.”
I grind on top of her clit a few times, the slickness of her pussy giving the best friction possible, and she screams through an orgasm, visibly trying to follow my command to stay still but failing because the sensations are too huge, too sweeping, and she starts to thrash.
I pin her down harder and let my lust beat me.
Let it pummel my loins and gut and shoot fire up the stalk of my erection, bellowing from the release of pain, shuddering uncontrollably as the spasms take over, letting loose a torrent of spend into the opening between her thighs, prolonged grunts raking up my throat.
Oh God. Oh hell. I’m coming hard inside my girlfriend with no condom and we both want it.
We look each other in the eye and communicate the possessiveness we’re both feeling.
The chemical branding of one another. We revel in it.
We burn through the power of what we’ve decided, knowing we were meant to be.
Thanking the fate that brought us together.
And praying it never tears us apart.