Chapter Four
Noah:
The tight, wet heat of her cunt is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever felt on this earth.
Every single one of my self-imposed rules, my decade of celibate penance, shatters into a million pieces the second I’m fully sheathed inside her.
She’s mine. This sweet, perfect girl is mine.
The reality of it, the rightness of it, settles in my bones like a long, cold winter that has finally given way to spring.
She whimpers as I start to move, a small, helpless sound that goes straight to my cock.
Her body is so tight, so perfectly fucking tight, gripping me like a velvet fist. I pull almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of my dick inside her, before I surge forward again, burying myself in one hard, deep thrust.
“God, Charlotte,” I grit out, my hips slapping against the soft curve of her ass. “You feel so fucking good. So tight for me.”
She pushes back against me, meeting my thrust, a silent plea for more.
I give it to her. I establish a hard, fast rhythm, my hips pistoning as I drive my cock into her again and again.
Her wetness coats my shaft, making the glide of our bodies slick and easy.
Her moans fill the morning air, uninhibited and wild.
It’s the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
Her knuckles are white where she grips the railing, her body braced to take the force of my thrusts. Her back is arched, pushing her perfect ass up, giving me a devastating view of my cock disappearing into her pretty pink pussy. My own personal paradise.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice a rough growl. “You like having my dick buried deep inside this tight little cunt?”
“Yes,” she cries out, her voice breathy and high. “Oh God, Noah. Yes!”
“Good,” I grunt, reaching around to find her clit.
I circle the sensitive bundle of nerves with my fingers as I continue to pound into her.
“Because I’m going to fuck you like this every single day.
Sometimes twice a day. Maybe even three times.
I’m going to make sure this sweet little pussy is always sore and full of my cum. ”
Her only response is a choked sob of pleasure. Her body starts to tremble, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. She’s close again. The thought makes me grin. I love knowing I can bring her to the edge so easily.
“You’re going to come for me again, Charlotte,” I command, my fingers working her clit faster. “You’re going to come all over my dick.”
She’s so responsive, so perfect. Her body tenses, her back arching even more as she teeters on the brink of another orgasm. I can feel her muscles clenching, her breath catching in ragged little gasps.
“Let go, sweetheart,” I urge her. “Come for me now.”
With a cry, she shatters around me. Her body convulses, her cunt clamping down on my cock like a vise as waves of pleasure wash over her. It feels so damn good, but I’m determined not to come. Not yet. I want to savor this moment, the feeling of being inside her for the first time.
I keep moving, my thrusts slowing as she rides out her orgasm. When she finally starts to come down from her high, I pull out of her, ignoring her whimper of protest. I need to see her face. I need to see her eyes.
I turn her around to face me, and her blue eyes are wide, glazed with a mixture of shock and satisfaction. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink. She’s never looked more beautiful.
I scoop her up into my arms, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. Her naked skin presses against mine, and I groan at the contact. I carry her to the little wooden bench on the porch, sitting down with her straddling my lap.
“Ride me, Charlotte,” I command, my voice a low growl. “Show me how much you want my cum inside you.”
Her eyes widen at my words, but she doesn’t hesitate.
She rises up on her knees, positioning herself over my dick.
She looks down between us, watching as she slowly lowers herself onto me.
I hold my breath as she takes me in, inch by agonizing inch.
The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight, wet heat is fucking mesmerizing.
When she’s fully seated on my lap, she lets out a little sigh of contentment.
She starts to move, slowly at first, finding her rhythm.
She rises up, then slides back down, her movements tentative at first, but growing bolder with each passing second.
Her tits bounce with her movements, and I can’t resist reaching up to cup them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples.
They’re still a little sensitive from our earlier encounter, and she moans, her movements faltering.
I give her breasts a firm squeeze, watching as a few drops of milk bead on her nipples. I lean forward, catching some of the drops with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. So sweet.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur against her skin. “Ride my dick. Take what you need.”
Her movements become more confident, more sure.
She rides me hard and fast, her hips rolling in a rhythm that’s driving me insane.
Her head is thrown back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back.
Her moans are getting louder, more desperate.
I can feel my own release building, my balls tightening with the need to come.
But I need to make her come one more time.
I need to feel her pussy clenching around me while I empty my balls inside her.
So I grip her ass cheeks in my hand and I help her move, guiding her up and down on my dick, my movements becoming more forceful, more demanding.
I’m taking control now, setting the pace.
I’m going to fuck her until she can’t see straight, until all she knows is my name and the feel of my cock inside her.
The more her tits bounce, the more my desire builds.
I need to taste her again. I can’t get enough of her.
I latch onto her nipple again, this time with a purpose, a desperation I’ve never felt before.
I want her milk, I want it all. I want it to be the only thing that ever touches my lips again.
I need to have it on my tongue, in my throat, in my belly. I need to be sustained by her.
As I suckle, a fresh rush of milk fills my mouth, and I moan, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. I can feel her shudder in my arms, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. She’s close again, and I’m going to push her over the edge.
I release her nipple with a soft pop, looking up at her flushed face.
Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her lips parted as she pants for breath.
“You’re mine, Charlotte,” I growl, my hips pistoning up to meet her downward thrusts.
“All of you. Your sweet little cunt, your perfect tits, your milk, everything. It’s all mine. ”
Her response is a choked sob of pleasure, her body trembling as she teeters on the brink of another orgasm. “Yes,” she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Yours, Noah. All yours.”
“Good girl,” I praise, my hand coming up to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling her down for a fierce, demanding kiss. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, claiming her, letting her taste herself on my lips. “Now come for me again. Come all over my dick like a good girl.”
It only takes a few more thrusts before her body arches, a silent scream tearing from her throat as another orgasm crashes over her.
Her cunt clenches around me, so tight, so fucking perfect, and it’s all I can take.
With a guttural roar, I slam into her, burying myself as deep as I can go.
My cock pulses, wave after wave of my hot seed flooding her womb, marking her as mine, fulfilling my filthy promise to breed her.
It’s the most intense release of my life, a decade of pent-up need and want and desire all pouring out of me in one explosive rush.
I hold her to me, my face buried in the crook of her neck as we both struggle to catch our breath. The world has narrowed down to just this, just us. The feel of her in my arms, the scent of her skin, the lingering taste of her milk on my tongue. It’s perfect. It’s right.
After a long moment, I pull back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes still hazy with pleasure, and a small, contented smile plays on her lips. She’s so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.
I reach up, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. “I love you, Charlotte,” I say, and the words feel surprisingly natural.
Her smile widens, her blue eyes shining with unshed tears. “I love you too, Noah,” she whispers, her voice soft and sweet.
And that’s it. That’s the moment I know for sure that my solitary life is over. That my decade of loneliness has finally come to an end. Because this sweet, perfect girl is my future. She’s my everything.
With Charlotte in my arms and my life, I can finally be happy.