Chapter Twenty-Four
Oakley
M y body is on fire, and all I can think about is Waylon.
His tongue pushing inside of me is causing my thighs to shake and my core to tighten as tension fills my whole body.
I tried at first to stop my hips from riding his face, but after he tongue-fucked my entrance and sucked on my clit I don’t care anymore.
I don’t care about anything but Waylon and what he is making me feel.
It feels like it’s too much, like his tongue is too big, like I might break at any moment.
I can barely breathe with how tight everything seems. His tongue focuses on my clit, and I can’t fight it anymore.
My body picks that moment to reach its climax.
Muscles start to convulse, and every part of me is focused on release.
I cry out his name over and over again as I bow off the bed and clench around nothing but air.
Nothing, until his tongue wedges itself back inside of me.
Warmth floods my body, and stars start dancing behind my tightly closed eyes.
By the time I open them again, he’s come over me and somehow taken his pants off. His bare skin against my foot when I slide it over the back of his calf and up his thigh is warm and new. I can feel…him nudging against my still aching core that is now damp and needy for him.
“Waylon?”
“Everything is going to be alright, baby? You tell me when you want to stop.”
He’s holding himself back so tightly his body shakes up against my own. “I don’t want to stop. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside of me.”
“Oh, sweet girl, you don’t understand what you saying that means to me.”
“Please.”
He takes my mouth, and our tongues combat for a little while before he sits back and pulls me into his lap.
“I want to take you like this, so I can see your face, so I can watch every emotion, every feeling you have while I’m coming inside of you.”
He doesn’t just let gravity take over and pull me down on him, but rather rests most of my weight in his hands as he lines us up, his cock right at the entrance of my dripping pussy.
Just the thought has my cheeks growing pink and my body tingling again.
He takes his time, going so slow I barely notice that he’s slowly letting me sink down on him.
It isn’t until the head of his cock pops inside me that I realize the pressure I’ve been feeling has been him, slowly invading my empty places.
My breath catches and my eyes widen at the thought that something -someone- is inside of me.
Waylon. Waylon is inside of me. Not far, but far enough that I'm changed forever.
“You feel it, baby? You feel me inside of you?”
“Y…yes. Oh God, yes!”
“I can feel you squeezing up on me. I can feel your little pussy hugging my cock, baby. It's fucking amazing. Just like I knew it would. Does it feel good to you?”
“Y…yes. It…it feels like…you’re molding me…”
“To the shape of my cock. That’s because I am, baby. No other man will ever know what this little pussy feels like. Just me.”
Does that mean…? Is he…? Is this just something he is saying in the heat of the moment, or does he really mean there will never be anyone else but him?
I focus back on what is happening with my body and leave my heart out of it for now.
That will only lead to heartache if he changes how he feels once he’s done and we’re through.
And what about when I don’t have to have his constant protection anymore?
Will he still want me to stay with him after they catch the person who broke into my apartment, or will he expect me to move back in with my mom? Again, only heartache lies that way.
He gradually slips further inside of me as he balances me on one hand while using the other to play with my clit, rubbing me in just the right way. He lets me go a little further down on him, and I have to breathe through the ache that’s starting to build from him making his way through me.
“Oh God, Waylon. I…I don’t think…”
Before I can finish my thought, his thick cock is breaking through the thin layer of my innocence. I cry out and sink my nails into his shoulders as the sharp hint of pain pings inside of me.
“Oh shit. I felt it. I felt the moment your little body gave and let me in.”
“I…I need a moment, Waylon. I just need…a moment.”
“Okay, baby. Okay.” His voice comes out like a gritty growl, and he bares his teeth as he fights against going further.
Warmth floods me and I almost think…he just came in me.
He takes my mouth in a heated kiss that leaves me grasping for him.
His mouth trails down my throat until he can take one of my nipples in his mouth.
The tug on my hard peak causes my body to turn heavy and tingly, and he keeps swirling his thumb over my clit, causing me to gasp and my head to fall back once again.
At the same time, my body starts to become wetter and more aroused, I slip down his long length and my breath stutters out of me. He moves me up and down his shaft, but never pulls out of me or goes any further.
“H…how much more…is there?”
“You’ve only taken half of me.”
“Oh my God!” It feels like he’s up inside my stomach now.
How much more can I take? He lets me drop a little bit more as sensations flare inside of me, a heat that melts me.
I find myself shifting, pushing down on him so I can take all of him.
It takes me a minute before I become aware I’ve been pleading with him to let me take more.
“Please, please, Way. I need…more. I want to feel it all.”
“Son of a bitch, baby. You’re killing me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please.”
He lets me go, and I drop down the rest of the way -all the way down on his throbbing cock. I cry out as the knowledge I have him fully inside of me crashes through me at the same time I tighten around him.
“I can…feel you…under my rib cage almost.” He chuckles, the movement from it shuddering through me. “Oh my God!”
His hands land on my hips as he helps me move on him, even while it feels like he is growing even thicker inside of me. Thicker and broader.
“You…baby, you're gonna make me fill you up quicker than I want to.”
A thought wisps through my brain, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the emotions crashing through me.
“Waylon, please. I…I’m so close.”
“You’re going to cum for me so we can cum together.
I’m going to fill that little womb up, and you’re going to carry it around, aren’t you?
You’re going to keep it safe for us. These beautiful tits are going to get even bigger as they swell with milk for our baby, and you’re going to stay with me, aren’t you, baby? Tell me you want it to!”
“Oh God!” There’s no mistaking his words this time.
No pretending I heard him wrong. And they have me hurtling to my peak.
Everything tightens and then convulses as I shake in his arms and cry out his name.
Muscles clamp down and milk him. He gives it all to me as warmth and heat flood inside of me.
It sends pulses through me that have me wrapping myself around him and closing my eyes tight.
If this is his kink, if this is just something he likes to do, like a role-play game, I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to open my eyes if this isn’t the reality I find waiting for me.
By the time I catch my breath -and reluctantly open my eyes- I’m lying under him and he’s looking down at me. Is this the part where he tells me he was just going by some script? That he likes me -well enough to make love to me- but he didn’t mean any of the things he said during.
He takes my mouth before pulling back and meeting my eyes.
“I meant every word of what I said to you, Oakley. I know you’re not on anything, baby. I knew what I was doing, filling your little body full of my cum.” He places his hand on my lower stomach. “I’m sorry.”
Tears start to sting my eyes. Here it comes.
“I should have stopped and talked to you. I should have explained how I am, who I am. I knew if I ever had you, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.
I should have given you a choice to say if that’s what you wanted or not.
I should have stopped and made sure this is what you wanted, helped you get on something if it isn’t. I should have but…I really wanted to…”
“I want it! I…I wanted you to…do it.”
“You realize what this means?”
I nod at first, but then my brows draw together. Do I know what this means?
“I want you to stay with me, to be with me. I want you to have our baby.”
“Is this…? Do you…?”
He leans in for a kiss before staring at me with an open smile. “Yes, baby, it does. I love you. You might not feel it too, but…”
“I do! I…I thought this was just a kink of yours…”
“No, baby. I have never looked at another woman and thought about what it would be like to knock her up. I have never gone bare in a woman before. Ever. Especially with the express purpose of putting my baby inside of her. I’ve never felt the things I feel with you.”
“Me neither.” His eyebrows lift as I go back over my words. “I’ve never felt this way either. I love you, too. I…want it all with you, Waylon.”