In response, Bree grins. “Then do it, Jack.”
I love how playful and sweet she is, even in the bedroom. Then I position the head of my cock right at her opening, coating myself in Arthur’s spend, before I gently push inside her.
Bree’s head falls back and her mouth opens, a moan pouring from her lips. What a delicious sound, full and heady, and I did it. I’m the one making her gasp as I sink deep on my first thrust, and she’s already open and soft for me. I fit so smoothly inside her, all while her muscles clasp and squeeze me. I think I understand the blissed-out look on Arthur’s face now when he was balls deep.
Even better, she’s soaking wet, and Arthur’s cum coats me as I reel my hips back, then plunge into her again. Bree’s legs tighten around my hips and she grips the sheets as I repeat this motion, sinking deep and then pulling back, taking my time to do it well and right.
I’m not going to fuck her. I’m going to show her. I’m going to convince her that she can trust me.
“Jack!” Bree cries out as I thrust in again. I luxuriate there for a moment, simply basking in the perfection of her pussy before I repeat the motion. Her back arches and her big tits rise into the air.
I grab one reflexively and pinch her nipple, which makes her clamp down around me. It’s going to be a challenge not to climax too soon, but I’ve trained with Arthur and Bennett. I play with her tits while I maintain my slow, tender pace, giving her all of myself and then watching her mouth open to reveal her pink tongue. Her eyes are half-lidded, and another loud moan escapes her as I pull out. I have to remember her G-spot is in a different place, and I adjust my pressure and angle.
At this, Bree grabs my arms and her long nails bite into my flesh.
“Don’t stop,” she demands, holding on tight. “Please, don’t stop.”
Of course I won’t. In fact, I want more skin-to-skin contact, so I lean forward on the bed until our bellies are pressed together, my arms bracketing her head.
“Don’t worry.” I press my lips to hers, and she furiously kisses me back as I resume the steady movement of my hips. It’s easier this way to get the angle I want, and it puts us much nearer together.
That’s what I need—to be near her, to hold her close to me while I make love to her. Fuck, that’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?
Yeah, I think so. If Bree walks away knowing that I care about her, that I want her happiness as much as I want her body, then I’ll have done this right.
Her human legs with the thick thighs clamp around my waist as I drag my cock in and out of her, my balls tightening and pleasure rushing up my spine as every thrust pushes me deep and Bree swallows me up.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, interrupting our frantic kissing. “Beautiful and perfect for us. Perfect for carrying our fawn.”
She squeezes around me, and I know this was the right thing to say.
“I can’t wait to watch it grow inside you,” I whisper in her ear as I maintain my steady, even pumping. Bree’s breaths are coming short and shallow and she’s growing ever tighter. She’s close, and even though I am, too, I’m going to push through it.
I waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
Bree
This is a side of Jack I didn’t expect to see. I’ve caught glimpses of it, but only now am I fully comprehending the depth of his soul.
The way he’s holding me, murmuring sweet things to me, seeking what makes me cry out and then pursuing it with abandon? It could even make a girl think there’s something more there. That he likes me the way I like him.
I don’t want to get too caught up in my dreams, but it’s easy to believe them real as he roots me to the bed, feverishly nibbling my lips as he fucks me oh so perfectly. I’m not usually one for look-each-other-in-the-eyes kind of sex, but right now, gazing into Jack’s intense, brown irises, I’m really into it. I feel seen, witnessed. It’s just us here, encased in a bubble of carnal pleasure, and that closeness feels… right. Right and good.
I think we’ve both needed this.
Overwhelmed by the flame coiling up from where we’re connected, I bury my face in his shoulder and whimper into it. Jack clutches me closer, never changing his speed, and it’s exactly what I need to slide closer and closer to my finish. I’m shivering all over, every pump of his hips sending up bigger and bigger sparks until my skin is tingling.
“Jack, Jack,” I chant, clutching onto him tighter. “Jack, please, I… I…”
“I know.” He kisses the top of my head as he keeps rocking in and out of me. “You’re so wonderful, Bree. I’m glad you gave me the chance to know you.”
If he wasn’t driving me wild already, now I’m hurtling toward the pinnacle, ready to burst apart at the seams.
So I do. It’s an explosion, spreading outward from my belly like a tsunami, cascading over me and sucking me under. I cling to Jack as I come, wailing, and he holds me close as he keeps going. And going. I whimper some more as my orgasm consumes me, and he’s drawing it out.
Then, I’m a boneless mess, and he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away.
“Bree,” Jack says in a commanding voice. “I’m not done with you yet. Get up on your knees.”
