Page 72 of The First Kind of Love
I yank my shirt off, fighting every animalistic urge inside me not to devour her right here, right now, and drag the flat of my tongue up her crack. “On your knees. Crawl to the bed. Let me watch your ass bounce before I bruise it,” I growl low in my throat—the warning trill of a snake before it strikes.
There’s a minute of hesitation—more so because Shiloh’s the last woman you’d order around and less so because the act itself doesn’t turn her on—and she slowly clambers to herknees, her tits swaying and her pussy spread open as she waits for my go-ahead.
Jesus, fuck.
I firmly grip the root of my cock, pumping it a few times in my hand, though it’s anticlimactically subpar compared to my girl’s talented mouth.
“Crawl.”
Shiloh obeys me without a word. There’s not much distance she has to cover, but she starts slow, and I get a clear view of her ass cheeks jiggling with each movement. She’s careful not to put pressure on her kneecaps, but there’s a hitch in her crawling that I don’t miss—and that she emphasizes with a dick-wetting whimper.
Panic nearly welds my throat shut before I realize she didn’t accidentally crawl on something hard, but that her vocalization is due to the rivulet of slick stuck to her inner thighs, glinting in the dull light of the room.
“Shit, Sunshine. You like this, huh? You like being my good girl? I mean, it sure looks like it with your cum gushing down your thighs. That needy pussy is practicallybeggingme to fill her up.”
She continues crawling—unhindered by the stickiness all over her legs—the arch of her spine and the sway of her hips hypnotic to watch, and a responding twitch of my cock confirms that she has about point two seconds before I’m throwing her ass onto the bed. My pulse is doing the quickstep, there’s sweat all over me, and my dick hurts so much that irrigating a fresh wound with saline would be less painful.
Shiloh, thankfully, gets to the bed, and I waste no time striding over to her and slapping her on the ass with enough force to immediately redden the skin. She lurches forward with a stilted moan, grabbing the edge of the mattress with her butt pushed out to me. The sound of flesh-on-flesh peals throughout the room, so deafeningly loud that it resounds offthe paper-thin walls. The impression of my hand is already starting to come through—a red, raised, angry mark of authority materializing against her olive skin.
She turns her head to the side, and her raspy tone is diluted with eroticism. “I want you inside me, Fulton. I want you to tell me exactly what you’re going to do to me while I milk your giant cock.”
Since we’re in an optimal position right now with her bent over the bed, I line myself up with her wet entrance, butterfly her legs open, then drag the head of my cock through her abundance of liquid desire. She mewls in ecstasy, the backs of her thighs quivering as she waits for me to sink inside her.
I smack her butt harshly again, this time grabbing its curve and squeezing. “You’re lucky I’m an impatient bastard, otherwise we’d be here for the rest of the night while I spank you over my lap. But I need you, Shi.So badly.I’m not going to survive if I’m not buried between your thighs in the next minute.”
All she does is whine petulantly at my apparent bluff, shifting the weight on her legs while her cunt searches for the traction I’ve been withholding this entire time.
I cease the onslaught on her backside, then move her hair aside so I can whisper in her ear. “I’m sorry. This might hurt, baby.”
I plow into her heat with as much tenderness as I can, sliding myself deeper when I feel that tight ring of muscle stretch around my girth, and it only takes a few pushes until I’m completely seated to the hilt.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her words bending under a helpless weight while she grips the mattress like it’s a matter of life or death.
I know she said she didn’t want me to be gentle, but worry excavates an unfathomably deep hole in my chest. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, I just…I forgot how incredible you felt inside me.”
Her pussy clenches around me in a silent approval to begin moving, and I do so at a brutal pace, snapping my hips against her ass, feeling the tip of my dick bulge against her cervix. I want to gorge on every moan and scream of my name. I want to pray at the altar between her thighs until my vision’s warped from exhaustion and synesthesia bursts onto the scene in a mosaic of polychromatic colors.
With each thrust, Shiloh’s body jolts forward, her tits recoiling and her ass rippling from the force, profanity rolling off her tongue in some kind of fucked-up compliment. She’s squeezing the life out of me, meeting me each time I go to sheathe myself, and we operate in a positive feedback loop that has one of my arms shooting out to stabilize myself on her shoulder. The springs in the bed are squeaking like crazy, and the headboard slams against the back wall each time we shake the mattress. If I was in my right mind, it would probably be a cause for concern, but I can confidently say, without a doubt, that Shiloh Nguyen’s got me pussy whipped.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Look at how well you take me,” I coo, and even with my stamina, I know I’m not going to last long if she keeps swallowing me deeper.
I grunt through each laborious strain of my lungs, through the harsh constriction of my balls, through the way my stomach double-knots in anticipation. “I can’t wait to breed this greedy pussy until she’s leaking my seed for days.”
“It makes you crazy, doesn’t it? Knowing that I could be yours for eternity? Knowing that you’ve marked your territory?” she taunts.
My free hand comes around her side and splays over the swell of her belly, giving me some added reinforcement while I ravage the aching cunt that’s wrapped around me. “Right here, Shiloh. I’m going to put a baby in you, and I’m going to makesure it sticks. You’re going to look so fucking sexy pregnant. Jesus, you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now.”
Our position muzzles one of her chuckles. “I’m going to get huge.”
I pound into her with a series of strokes that communicate just how much Ilovethat imagery, and I swirl my pointer finger around her belly button, feeling her abdominal muscles tense. “And it’ll be the hottest thing in the entire world watching your belly get swollen with our child. How beautiful your stretch marks are going to look while you grow. Tell me you want this.”
“Please, Fulton. I want this. I want your cum inside me.”
I snake my hand up to Shiloh’s chest, kneading one of her breasts while she pants from the persistent tug and pull between our bodies. “Don’t even get me started on your tits. You’re gonna pop out of all your bras. I won’t even be able tocupthem completely with how big they’re going to get. And every time we fuck, I’m gonna be reminded how full your breasts are of milk,” I tell her, using my finger to rub circles over the hardened peak of her nipple. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me suck on your nipples? Let me drink your milk?”
A broken “yes” whooshes out of her, and each rut of mine begins to taper into a sloppy mess, my deluge waiting to spill into her womb and stuff her full. She’s just as close as I am, and I’m about to make good on my promise to her.
