Stop, Drop and Run #3
“Ready?” I asked, the timbre of my voice a low rumble filled with promise.
She nodded, biting her lip in a way that made my heart skip.
Her fists grab the sheets in a tight grasp, as I positioned my cock at her entrance.
The fleeting thought of what this meant for me was a whole new way to love and fuck.
This was more than just a physical act; it was a merging of souls, evidence of everything we had shared and would share in the future.
“Take a deep breath,” I encouraged, my voice soothing.
I wanted her to feel safe and cherished.
Pausing, I let the tip of my cock tease her entrance, reveling in the heat that welcomed me.
With one final, lingering moment of connection, I pressed forward, ready to take her to places we both craved, a journey that would change everything between us.
Her hips bucked slightly, instinctively trying to draw me in, and I groaned at the sensation.
My head fell back as I begged my body for control, straining my neck with a grunt that filled the room.
Slowly, I began to push inside her, inch by inch, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate me.
I stopped after each piercing, allowing her pussy to adjust. I watched as Daisy’s eyes squeezed shut, her nose wrinkled with every inch I pushed into her.
Her tightness enveloped me, the feeling nearly overwhelming.
Our eyes locked once she opened her eyes again, and I filled her with my thickened length, a thickness that I hadn’t felt in such a long time.
Her breath hitched, her hips bucked again, so I placed my hands on her hips, pressing them down into the mattress.
Her eyes squeezed shut again as I pressed in further, and I caught a fleeting flicker of pain across her face.
I moved, meeting delicate resistance but quickly pushing past it.
Each thrust was slow and deliberate. I lowered my body and caged her head in between my arms as my lips dipped and captured her into a deep visceral kiss.
I rocked my hips, in and out, in and out.
Each thrust of my hips echoed in the room, the slapping of our skins, each mewl from her and grunt form me sent me higher and higher to the edge of desire.
Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin, matching my rhythm as she met each thrust with fervor.
I felt her body tightening around me, her breath hitching with every movement.
I lifted my head again, resting it near her ear while I continued to pump into her.
Her moans grew louder, each sound sending a thrill coursing through me.
I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing her cries as I thrust harder, faster.
The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us utterly consumed by our connection for one another.
The need to claim her, mark her as mine, and breed her intensified with each passing second and each heavy thrust in her.
My hand slid between us, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts.
Her body responded instantly, arching against me, her moans morphing into desperate cries.
I could feel her nearing the edge, her body trembling beneath me.
The sight of her losing control pushed me closer to my own release.
As I hovered over her, my biceps strained, revealing a beautiful look of openness in her blown wide pupils.
Daisy’s eyes fluttered closed, and her expression flashed across her face with anticipation.
I eased deeper, and her gasp was soft yet audible, a sweet sound of surprise and pleasure as I stretched her wide.
The exquisite tightness around me made me pause, a moment that felt both surreal and profoundly real.
A moment I need to remember and categorize in my memory.
Our moans filled the air, the strength of our emotions intertwined with the depth of our physical interaction. Our desire was intense, embodying everything I had ever dreamed of. Each movement, every breath shared between us, was a witness to the profound bond we were forging.
I made a silent promise to myself: I would never let her go.
She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing would ever change that.
With a final, deep thrust, we both shattered, her walls convulsing around me as I spilled into my condom.
Our cries mingled, echoing in the room as we rode the waves of pleasure together.
I held her close, feeling the aftershocks of our climax ripple through us.
Then I gently kissed her forehead as we lay there, breathless and entwined. “You’re mine,” I whispered, my voice thick with possessiveness. “Now and always.”
My Daisy, my wildfire. I finally got to taste, love, and make her mine.
I slid my hand up her torso, cupping one of her magnificent breasts, kneading the soft tissue, then using the pad of my thumb to roll across her hardened nipple.
This is where she belonged, in my arms, under my body, completely covered by me.
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