Page 141 of Riding the Pine

“Easy, Bright Eyes,” I whisper, my morning voice cracking as I speak for the first time. “Stay asleep if you need to. Papi will just take what he needs.”

She moans again, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for me through a mumbled ‘Sí, Papi.”

She’s so good to me, for me, with me. She’s everything I knew I needed but was afraid to want.

She’s also already wet. If I had a toy within reach, I’d stick it in her ass while I fuck her pussy. My girl loves nothing more than being full, and Ophelia comes in handy at times, to help me give my girl everything she desires.

It’s hard to hold a toy in her ass while railing her, and she’s writhing so beautifully for me with my finger sliding into her tight hole that I want to stay here for a while.

My patience doesn’t last, fisting my dick while I finger her ass isn’t satisfying enough while I’m staring down her glistening cunt.

I want more, need more, the precum at my tip slides down over my hand as my dick throbs, demanding to sink inside her.

I can’t take it anymore. I also don’t warn her, don’t prep her, and don’t do much of anything else other than hook my hands behind her knees and ram myself in until I’m balls deep.

She doesn’t open her eyes; her body’s still limp enough for me to think she’s actually still asleep. Wouldn’t be the first time, just means I have to go even harder than normal to make her scream louder.

Challenge accepted.

My balls slapping off her ass and my grunts are the only noises in the otherwise quiet hotel room, until I press my thumb against her noise maker.

My girl is nothing if not predictable.

Her eyes snap open on a whimper, then she glares at me. “Cheater.” It’s a breathy accusation, and her barely awake eyes sparkle with amusement. “Couldn’t just let me sleep, could you?”

I shrug, gripping her knees as I pound into her. “Wasn’t sure you were actually sleeping, plus, you know I love when you scream for me.”

My thrusts shift her up the bed until her head bumps against the headboard making her yelp and cover her head with her hands. “A little aggressive for paradise, no?”

She tries to tip her head like that’ll somehow stop me from boning her through the wall and into our neighbour’s room.

I shake my head, relentlessly rutting harder and harder, getting more breathless and sweatier with each piston of my hips. “It’s green week.” I grin down at her. She shared her cycle with me soon after we discovered she was pregnant with Meg. And now she lives with me knowing as well as she does when she’s more feral and burning for a good fuck.

She smirks up at me. “Going for a sibling, are we?” She tucks her palms behind her head before jerking her chin up at me. “Proceed.”

Now that she’s awake, she holds her legs for me, which means I can play with her nipples, too. It’s not long before her milk lets down, and I get shot with jets from her boobs. Who knew women could squirt their milk so far?

If I wasn’t so hell bent on filling her up with jets of my own, I’d lick her all over to prove a point. At first, she was almost as icked out by her breastmilk getting all over us during sex as she was about having sex while on her period.

I fucked those inhibitions out of her pretty damn quickly. But I need to come, I need to fill her with my release, to get her pregnant, to watch her belly swell and her boobs grow and, and, fuck, fuck.

She snickers as my balls constrict, my spine tingling and my eyes filling with sweat I refuse to wipe because one hand is busy circling her clit and the other is still toying with her tits.

I’m not coming first. I refuse to. I want her to constrict around me, her tight muscles to squeeze the cum right out of me, milking me inside her.

“Don’t fight it, Gizmo.” Her voice taunts me, so I close my eyes. Maybe if I can’t see her tits bouncing, or her teasing smirk, or the way she’s licking her lips like I’m a prime steak and she’s been fasting for a week.

Shit. I’m going to go. My body’s going to betray me.

As though she knows how close I am, she clenches those damn pelvic floor muscles on a giggle, and I fall apart. Bright light explodes behind my eyelids as my body bends in half on an indecipherable noise as my release overpowers me.

I refuse to let even a drop leak out from inside her, so I fight to keep my position even though it seems my skeleton has left my body on the back of my orgasm.

She’s properly giggling now, and when I open my eyes and give her an eye roll, she only laughs harder. “So stubborn.”

I squeeze her clit between my thumb and forefinger, making her yelp.

“You couldn’t have come with me, could you?”

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