Page 12 of A Secret Baby for Christmas
She nods.
“Now sit back and let me make you feel good. I want you to come for me, okay? Come for me like a good girl.”
My good girl’s eyes roll backwards as I sink a finger inside her.
She moans and moves her hips forward so my finger slides deep into her. I dip my head between her legs, licking up the sweet, sticky juices.
Her hips buck at my touch and I slow down, kissing and nibbling until she’s writhing against me. I slip another finger inside, and she rides my hand as I tongue her sensitive spot.
“Good girl, Chloe.” I pause to give her some dirty talk. “Fuck my fingers like a good little slut.”
She bucks at the filthy talk and I lick her again, tasting every part of her until her little whimpers turn to stifled cries. She’s trying not to make a noise as I pull her toward release. I feel the pressure building in her pussy and I finger fuck her harder, warming her up for my cock.
Her hands reach for the back of my head and she pulls me against her, riding my face and taking what she needs from me.
Then she’s over the edge, her pussy convulsing as her legs go rigid and the orgasm races through her body. Juice releases all over my tongue and dribbles down my chin to get caught in my stubble. Once she’s stopped trembling, I sit back on my haunches.
“Good girl, Chloe.”
She’s breathing hard. Her exposed pussy is glistening with juice. I can tell she’s not satisfied, but that’s good because my cock is hard for her.
“Come here.” I pull her down onto the floor. “Come and ride me like a good girl.”
4
CHLOE
I’m powerless to resist this man. It’s what I’ve longed for through all those horny months of pregnancy and the years of teenage longing before then.
Now here he is before me taking off his pants. We’re not alone in the cabin, but I can’t stop this now.
I need to fuck him, and I need to fuck him quickly in case anyone comes out to get a drink of water and discovers what we’re up to. Because we definitely shouldn’t be doing this, which makes it all the more exciting.
The urgency has me fumbling at his belt buckle until his cock pops out. It’s huge and glistening with a purple throbbing vein.
I’ve wanted this for so long, and the surge inside me is so powerful it almost knocks me off balance. Mr. Porter is sitting back on his haunches and I straddle him, not giving him time to move. I need this man, and I need him now.
My desperate need is reflected in his eyes as he grabs himself by the base of his cock and lines it up with my entrance. This is no soft love making. There’s a need we’ve both had for too long that we need to satisfy.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I gasp as his tip rolls around my entrance. “Fuck me, Mr. Porter. Fuck me.”
He groans at the words at the same time as I slide my hips down, impaling myself on his cock. It feels so good. I can feel every ridge bumping against my pussy walls.
I bite my bottom lip so that I don’t cry out and wake the whole mountain.
We stay like that for a moment, rocking together, our bodies pressed close. In the dim lights, his eyes look black and hooded with desire.
“Fuck, Chloe, I’ve waited too long for this.”
His words make me feel powerful and confident in a way I haven’t felt in the previous year. His hands grasp my hips and he pulls me up slowly, sliding off his cock. And then one hard thrust pulls me back down.
He groans so load that I cover his mouth. “Shhh, you’ll wake the mountain.” I giggle.
“I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine, Chloe, and I don’t care who knows about it.”
His words have me so turned on as I slide up and down his velvety cock.
