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God damn.

“Be a good girl and come for me. Make a sloppy little mess on my cock.”

The doorknob jiggles and a knock follows closely behind.

Fuck!

I don’t know how to stop. I’m too close. She’s too wet, too tight, too perfect.

I grip her hips and push faster. “I need you, honeybee. Give yourself to me. I need you to come on my cock.”

I’m not sure what happens if the door swings open and someone on the other side sees me… an old fuck bent over this gorgeous, young girl. I’m sure I’d be the talk of the town. People would think I was taking advantage of her, using her, but I don’t care.She’s mine.

“Someone’s at the door.” Eyes wide, she stares up at me. “I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop, I’m so close…”

Gritting my teeth, I drive into her harder and harder, shaking the creaking bed with each thrust.

“Right there,” she pants, gripping my biceps tight as she unravels around me.

Keys jingle at the door and there’s a man hollering for us to open up, but that plays in the background like a television we’ve forgotten to turn the volume down on. Deep down, I know I should put some focus on the door, but my body won’t let me.

Her soft, soaking pussy clamps down on my cock and the tightness I’d been feeling is nothing compared to this. She cries out in relief as her neck and shoulders bend back and her breasts bounce.

I can’t take anymore.My face heats and the urge to come overwhelms me. We’re not using protection. Maybe I should slide out. It’s the responsible thing to do, but I can’t. We’re suctioned together and come is being drawn from my balls like a bullet train with no brakes.

The door creaks open and a man hollers, but I continue thrusting harder and harder as her legs bounce off my back. Who the hell knows what the guy said or where he ran off to? I’m too lost in my girl to think about that.

She’s so warm. She’s so tight. She’s so fucking wet.

A moment later, I’m spilling my seed into her young, innocent, virgin womb. “Good girl,” I whisper as the orgasm fades. “You felt so fuckin’ good.”

I don’t know what happened with the guy at the door, but I assume he’ll be back soon enough.

“I love you,” I mutter between breaths as I hold her naked frame close to my chest.

“I love you more, but, ugh, should we make a run for it?” Zoe smiles wide. “We could probably climb out that window. We’re on the ground floor.”

I glance toward our clothes, then back at Zoe. “You up for it?”

“Please… I’m young. I can handle a three-foot jump. Can you?”

I grip her close as I grab our clothes up off the ground. “I’ve never felt more alive.”

“Yeah?” She slides the window open, letting in the warm summer breeze. Smiling, I help her slide into her dress and lift her up and out of the window, following behind quickly.

As we sneak off into the night, our boots echo a promise, a reality that I can’t wait to watch bloom to life. This isn’t over. In fact, we’re just getting started.

Epilogue

Zoe

One Year Later

Mrs. Robinson brings out a tray of iced tea and cookies. The playground still isn’t open, thanks to our buddy Brooks down at the city. He’s insisting we do everything by the exact letter of the law, which means delays on everything.

“You’re looking gorgeous.” Mrs. Robinson rubs her fragile hand over my expanded stomach. It’s been a crazy year between the wedding, building a cabin up near the reserve, and finding out we’re expecting. “How many more weeks do we have till our baby boy is here?”

“Eight,” I say with a smile. “I’m so nervous.”

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