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I drive the words home with small thrusts, thumping somewhere against her cervix, and in my mind she opens for me. I feel our combined fluids dripping out of her, but I hold tight since I want that cum inside her, staking my claim.

“Yes, no one else. Like this. No one but you. God, I’m so close. I’m going to cum again. Please.” She shifts and wiggles as I hold myself firm and full inside of her, but I want more.

Fuck, I’m so needy.

“You’re mine, you know that don’t you? There’s no escape from this for either of us. Tell me you want me like this forever, Dove. That you want us together forever.”

“God, yes, more.” Her back arches and her legs start to shake as her pussy clamps down, doing it’s very best to take what she needs. “I do, with you, Chad, I want this forever. Please, I need to cum.”

Hearing her say my name and the word forever is all I need. I spread her ass, soak my finger in the running river that’s coming out of her and swirl it around her asshole. I hear her gasp but she’s hitching her hips that perfect inch upward and I know she wants it.

I glide my finger into her tight hole as I penetrate her pussy with a deep thrust. The view from above of my cock moving inside her and my finger in her ass is more than I can take.

I slip both in and out until her breathing stops, every muscle in her body shakes and she moans and cums, drawing out another few sprays of my semen into her belly.

My beautiful filly, out here in the wide open air, ass up with my dick holding my seed inside her, the thrill of imagining it taking root in that fine belly keeps my dick hard as nails, but we have work to do and as much as I’d love to stay here and fuck her into the sunset, we need to adult for at least part of the afternoon.

After tonight it will be different because she’s going to be in my bed. Our bed. Nothing is just mine any more.

I won’t let her leave again. I can’t. When you find the one, you rope it and teach it whose boss. Show her just what it’s going to mean to be saddled with me once and for all.

Her body goes limp and I slip my finger out of her ass, lean over and nibble and kiss her neck until I feel her come back to me.

“You okay, Dove?”

“Ummm, yes, but I’m a mess.”

“You are a perfect mess.” I drag my cock out of her and hate the disappointed sigh she makes when I leave her empty.

I kiss my way down her back until I can take a bite of her ass cheeks. Pulling them apart, I watch as my seed leaks out of her battered pink pussy.

I shake my head, frustrated that it’s not all inside her where I wish it to be, but it’s not her fault. Her tight as fuck tunnel can only keep so much inside. I’m sure I’ll refill her a couple more times before the sun sets today, then see what I can do before it rises again.

“Hold on, Dove. I’ll clean you up.”

I wiggle my still stiff shaft back into my jeans as I put myself back together, working my way over to where my canteen and backpack are lying next to the tree at the front of the pickup.

I’ve got a clean towel and water in my pack, so I soak the soft fabric and make my way back to my girl.

She’s standing just as I left her, and it makes me content to know she trusts me like that. “Good girl.”

I like this. I want to take care of all of it for her. I don’t want to miss a moment of us. I can’t explain it, nothing like this has ever happened to me before. For so many years now, sex has been nothing more than a passing thought. Just wasn’t worth it, wasn’t what I wanted from someone that didn’t mean something to me.

Now I’m on the other side of that river and I want it all from her. Every moan and whisper. Every complaint and caress. I want to know her dress size, her shoe size, even her damn cup size. I’ll paint her toenails pink and brush her hair, for fuck’s sake, but I want it all.

I want it all.

“Good?” I wipe her inner thighs and as much as it pains me, a tiny river of cum drips out of her opening. When she’s not quite so sticky, I bend down and blow on the place where the cool cloth left her still damp and watch the goose bumps rise on her soft skin.

“Good,” she breathes.

“More than good. Mine.” I grab her pants and help her dress as the afternoon sun drifts behind some clouds, and all I can think about is our future.

ChapterNineteen

Rachel

It’s been a week of heaven. I’ve still not been comfortable exposing what’s going on with Chad and I to Jessie, but I’ve been staying at the cabin from after dark until early morning every night. We’ve done things that I’ve never dreamed of, and he makes me feel beautiful.

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