Page 12 of Pumpkin
Finlay
Take me. I’m yours.My sweet little sugar knows how to say all the right things. She’s perfect. Put on this earth specifically for me. And I want to make this first time special for her, so I’m trying to stop myself from driving into her with one swift movement. It’s so tempting when her virgin cunt is a vise around my tip. But I need to go slow, give her time to adjust my size. I can see the pain in her expression with every little push, and I coach her with my voice, telling her to relax, to breathe, I’m almost there. Then I feel that tiny bit of resistance and grit my teeth, knowing this will be easier for her if I do it fast. “This is it, sugar,” I say, as I swivel my hips and drive the rest of the way inside her. She takes my entire length, her pussy lips connecting with my base as I grind against her.
“Oh god!” Her eyes go wide but there’s pleasure there, her mouth open, gasping.
“Breathe, sugar,” I coach. my fingers in her hair, calming her as I give her time to stretch. “I’m gonna move now.”
She nods quickly, looking a little frightened, but once I’m moving through her slick juices, her expression goes from shocked and nervous to blissful and delirious. “Oh, Fin,” she gasps as we’re overwhelmed by the erotic intensity of being connected so deeply. She quivers and moans, and it’s fucking beautiful, watching this slice of perfection discover her carnal joy. I’m honored to be hers, and I’m never fucking letting her go.
“You feel so good, sugar. So fucking perfect and tight. I’m gonna come inside you so hard, I can’t even stop myself.”
“Do it,” she gasps. “I want that.”
“You’ve gotta come with me. Think you can do it again?”
She nods, her hips rocking, insides clenching. I know she’s close.
“Fuck, I love watching you come. Come with me, sugar. Come with me.”
Her mouth drops open and her head falls back, then she’s arching her back and howling, her sweet little cunt squeezing me so tight I spray myself all over her inner walls, filling her womb so deeply that I’ll be leaking out of her for days.
“I love you, Petra,” I say, gazing into her chocolate brown eyes as our breathing settles. “You’re it for me.” A small smile curves her lips, and I lean down to kiss that sweet mouth but suddenly, she’s a flood of tears.Shit. Did I break her?
