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She gasps and slides down, down, as far as she can possibly take me, my senses going haywire over the hot, snug sensation strangling my inches. The subtle tear of her virginity might as well be a gunshot, it’s so loud in my head. My shout of victory echoes through the woods, but it ends in a broken growl, because the need to come is so overwhelming. Fuck. Fuck, it’s never been more obvious that I wasn’t built for actual sex. Especially with a girl so young. I’m too damn large. The needs I’m going to inflict on Lainey’s pussy are selfish. So selfish. There is a good deal of my cock left over for her to take, but I have no chance of her taking more.
Until I do. With a cry, Lainey bucks her hips and swallows up the rest of my dick, falling forward against my chest, her legs trembling around my waist. I shoot forward and fall back, my eyes going blind at the pleasure, the unimaginable pressure in my stomach, my balls. “Princess, no.”
“Yes.” She lifts her face, pressing her gasping lips to mine. “I’m yours now, see, Carver?”
“Yes.” My voice is nothing more than a strangled exhale. “Yes.”
“Do you feel how right we are?” Teeth sinking into her lower lip, she circles her little body on my cock and drives me to the brink of madness. “Would I give myself to you like this if I wasn’t coming back to my king?”
Processing her words is growing more difficult by the second with her pussy throbbing around me, her hard nipples buried in my chest hair. Rubbing there. Rubbing. But I hear her. Or more importantly, the organ beating in my chest hears and understands. She’s mine. I’m still terrified to let her leave me, but the way she’s looking up at me right now, eyes imploring and innocent of deception…they make me believe. I believe in this. Us.
My hands begin to urge her gently, up and down my aching shaft. In order to slide her pussy all the way up to my tip, I have to lift her several inches off my lap and guide her back down…and she goes like a dream, whimpering every time I’m fully impaled. Her hands hold on to my shoulders, squeezing, her tits beginning to bounce up and down the faster I lift her, grind her down, lift her, grind her down.
“Oh God. Carver.”
“Lainey.” Her backside slaps off my thighs again and again, the sound making me fucking desperate to fill her with my come. “My little princess. Mine.”
“That’s right. I’m yours,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss my scarred mouth, giving me her tongue and rocking, rocking on my dick like she was made for me. She was. Thank you, God. “The way my king tickles me feels funny,” she whispers against my ear. “You usually only use your hands.”
Jesus Christ. I’m finished. Knowing I only have seconds before my body gives in and releases deep inside her, I wedge my fingers between our joined bodies and begin to jiggle her clit with my thumb. “Get used to this kind of tickling, princess. It makes us both feel so good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes,” she gasps. “I-I think I’m…”
“Let it happen. I’ve got you.”
Watching Lainey’s eyes go blank and feeling her body seize is the greatest moment of my life. I did this. I pleasured her, scars and all. She twists in my lap, her fingernails burying in my shoulders, a scream leaving her mouth to ricochet among the trees. “It’s so good.” Her pussy constricts tighter, her body wracked with tremors on top of me. “Oh my God.”
My thighs move on their own, shifting beneath her ass. I press her down as far she’ll go on my shaft, groaning as come makes the long climb higher, higher, up to the head of my flesh. A savage growl accompanies the spurts I unleash into her hot, waiting cunt. My mind holds on to the gorgeous image of her as my eyelids drop, my head falling back under the weight of the bliss. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I try to be gentle, but my hands jerk Lainey closer, push her down harder, trying to guarantee she’ll be filled with every drop of my need. It’s instinct, it’s necessity.
Get her pregnant.
Fill her with life.
Keep her.
Please her.
Mark her forever as yours.
I’m positive this is the greatest moment of my life, having my girl limp against me, her labored breaths blowing my body hair around. Our stickiness drips from our still-joined bodies, and I will never want for more than this. This total perfection of knowing I made Lainey happy.
But when she lifts her head and smiles at me, I realize every second with her will be better than the last. What have I done to deserve this?
