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I cram my entire cock inside that sweet little snatch in one thrust. I do it while biting her shoulder, my hand tight in her hair. She screams and I worry I’ve been too rough, but her pussy spasms instantly around my cock.
“Tabitha—” I start, locking my body in place so I don’t hurt her further. I’m about to apologize when she thrusts her body back against me, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight it nearly chokes it.
“Don’t stop, Brody. God don’t stop. I need you to move,” she begs and that’s all it takes.
“I’ve got you, gorgeous. I’m right here,” I reassure her, my eyes closing as I move in and out of her. I wanted to take my time, but I can’t make myself and it’s not what she wants either. The feelings are too intense, too raw. With each lunge into her sweet body, I lose myself into her—body, heart and soul.
“Brody, it feels so good,” she cries.
“You’re mine, Tabitha. I’m never letting you go. Never.” I growl as I hold onto her hip. I shove my cock in her body, stuffing her completely so hard that she has to be able to taste me. The mattress squeaks with the movements of our bodies. I feel her tighten on my cock. Her body almost freezing in action and then she lets out a low pitch whine that fucking makes my balls ache as her climax takes her. She tries to fight it, but I don’t let her I move my hand to pull on her nipples and when I thrust deep inside of her I grind, scraping her walls with my shaft. I’m so hard I have to feel like fucking iron and I know I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer. But I try, and I do it because I want her to come all over my cock, bathing me in her cum before I let myself follow.
“Brody—” she whimpers as I feel her cum cover me, her pussy trembling against my rock hard shaft feels so good that I know I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come and when I do I’m going to paint her womb with my seed. That very thought alone is what triggers my release. I empty myself inside of her. Jet after jet of hot cum tunnels through her body and shaking me to my very core.
I’ve not used a condom with Tabitha, we’ve not even discussed it—which breaks yet another cardinal rule I’ve had with women. I never go in ungloved—never. Yet, with Tabitha, I’ve never wanted to even think about it. I’ve never wanted anything between us. It’s not smart, and with our background we should have talked. I wasn’t consciously trying to get her pregnant, but the thought of Tabitha carrying my child, tied to me forever is exactly what I want.
I ease us down onto the bed going to my side and pulling her back against me, still buried deep inside. I can still feel cum leaking from my cock and I’ve filled her so full it’s seeping against my balls.
“You okay gorgeous?” I ask a few minutes later as our breathing begins to slow. I’m combing my fingers through her hair and I place a small kiss on her shoulder at the bruise forming from my bite. I should feel guilty, but I like my mark on her and it may make me a bastard, but I know I’ll do it again.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she murmurs, her hand moving down to clasp mine. She laces her fingers in between mine and I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more perfect than this moment. Tabitha, holding my hand, her body as close as it can get to mine, perspiration from our lovemaking scattered over our bodies, my cock buried deep inside of her and her pussy still quivering from its workout.
“Hopefully that’s a good thing,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder again and smiling.
“A very good thing,” she says quietly.
I look over her shoulder so I can see her face. Her eyes are closed, but she’s smiling and her face is flushed. She looks fucking beautiful.
“I love you, Tabitha.”
Just like that, her eyes spring open, going round with surprise and maybe even shock.
“You love me?” she asks and that’s when I see tears forming. She turns her upper body at an odd angle, trying to see me. I hate to do it, but I slide out of her, almost growling as I lose her sweet pussy. But I help her turn and then pull her up so she’s lying on top of me.
“That wasn’t supposed to make you cry, gorgeous,” I gently use my thumb to brush her tears away.
“You love me,” she says again and for the life of me I can’t figure out if that’s a question or a statement, so I decide to reassure her.
