Page 47 of Freckles

“Look at me,” I whisper, leaning down to turn her head. “Keep your eyes on me the whole time. Don’t even blink.”

Her gaze locks to mine and I ease into her again, reaching my previous point and pushing further, drinking each reaction like a man dying of thirst.

Those neat white teeth dig into her bottom lip, biting it like the most succulent cherry. I want to play, too, bending forward. As I settle more of my weight onto her, she opens her mouth, emitting a tiny cry, and I suck her lip into my mouth, tonguing the indentations she left behind.

“Is that too much for you?” A soft chuckle makes her tense, the walls of her pussy clenching tighter around me. “Am I too big for your tiny little body?”

The next whimper goes straight into my ear, straight into my brain, tingling like electricity until a shudder of joy ripples across my skin. Her wrists twist inside my grip, the tiny hands fisting as I drive harder into her pussy. Each movement produces a wet slap against her thighs.

And I see the first crimson streaks on my cock.

A rush of absolute possessiveness tears through me until I’m breathless. I pause, dipping down until my forehead kisses against hers. “This is my pussy now, Freckles. No other man is allowed to touch your sweet, wet cunt.”

The world is full of my heartbeat and the flood of sensations from where we’re joined. Her arousal and blood continuing to smear along my dick. Her pussy flooding me with welcome, even if she doesn’t.

“We’re halfway there,” I murmur, smirking at her widening gaze. I slowly push myself deeper again, another inch, another, and there’s still more to go.

Her legs draw back as she tries to twist away from me, a sob catching in her throat. “I… can’t…”

“You’re okay.” I press a finger to her lips. “You’re doing so well for me, Freckles. But if you want me to listen to your demands, I expect you to obey mine.”

This time when she turns her eyes are liquid with apprehension, and I withdraw until her panic fades.

“Grip me here.” I take her hands, placing them inches from the base of my cock, still enough room to play with. “You take control of how much you get.”

Because fear is good. Pleasure is good. The struggle to take me is good.

But pain isn’t something I need to see.

“Hold me tighter,” I whisper and the sensation of her fingers on me is almost as rewarding as plunging my entire length inside her would be.

I bend to take her lips again, plunging my tongue into her mouth with the same tempo as I thrust into her pussy, my weight on her hands massaging them against her clit until her hips tilt, chasing her release despite insisting she doesn’t want it.

My hair falls like a privacy curtain as I whisper, “I’m going to make you come in a hundred different ways by the time I’m done with you. You’ll wake every morning with my tongue buried between your legs and I won’t move until you’ve given me more orgasms than there are days of the week.”

The words come from nowhere, I don’t know I’m going to say them until I hear them aloud, but the moment they leave my throat, they’re a promise.

I control my pace, concentrating on the directions her body gives me. My fingers play with her pretty tits, tease her clit, plunge into the fiery mess of her hair.

A shudder grips her, and another. Her breathing deepens, then she gives a soft gasp, muscles fluttering and convulsing and squeezing my cock until I can’t hold back, thrusting as far as her gripping hands will allow, pleasure exploding as my next stroke pumps her full of my cum until there’s nothing left to give.

For minutes I lay on top, elbows taking my weight, so I don’t crush her, exhausted with pleasure.

Finally, I withdraw and sit back on my heels, kissing her ankle and watching my cum drip from her pretty pink cunt.

“Aren’t you going to suck it out of me?” she mocks, eyes opening to fix on mine. “I’m still a poor girl, last I checked.”

My heart beats faster, knowing I haven’t broken her. “I told you Friday, I changed my mind.” I drag my finger through our combined fluid, pushing the creamy drops back inside her, sighing with satisfaction.

She turns away, closing her eyes. I straighten her legs and lie on my side next to her, laughing with a surge of pure joy.

I hug her close as a wave of sleepiness washes across me. Inhaling the tangy floral scent of her skin as my nose presses to her shoulder.

“That was beautiful.” I give a satisfied groan, then tilt her face to press a gentle kiss on her temple, throat tight with emotion. I cup her pussy, catching the spill of cum again.

When I searched her bathroom cupboard earlier, there wasn’t any sign of birth control. I imagine what it would be like to put my hand on her stomach, to feel it stretching bigger with our child.

The wave of sleepiness gradually recedes. My fingers are streaked with cum and blood, and I fetch a washcloth from the bathroom, kneeling between Francesca’s legs and thoroughly cleaning her while she ignores me.

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