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“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m sorry—”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” I roar, and she cringes and gasps, leaning back. “Just get those tits out and get those hands working. We’ll talk about this after. Now, Rayla.”
She whimpers like the horny thing she is like she knows she should be offended by how much of a prick I’m being, but she’s too needy and excited to pretend. She moves and pulls at the front of her robe, pulling it aside, showing me her copious tits.
Oh, those tits…
They spill free like promises, her flesh creamy, with thick juicy veins moving across the vast round surface. She’s so curvy, so full, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down and grabbing her tits.
“Horny fucking virgin,” I snarl, bringing my mouth to her breast.
I imagine squeezing her big breasts together until milk starts to leak from her nipples, and then smearing the milk all over the fleshy globes until they glimmer in the storm light.
I suck on one until it becomes perky in my mouth, hardening beautifully, and then move to the other.
She moans, goading me. The horny virgin knows what she’s going.
“You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?” I growl, looking up at her. “Has anybody ever sucked these tits before?”
Shyness skitters across her face, her teeth automatically biting her lip. She looks so fuckable, like she’s waiting for me to drive my cock into her shy little mouth until she has no choice but to suck and gag.
“I’ve never done anything,” she whispers. “With any boy. Ever.”
“Nothing?” I snarl.
“Nothing. Is that bad?”
“No, it’s not fucking bad. It’s perfect. You’re… Fuck, jerk this dick, Rayla. Make me come all over those big juicy tits. I can’t think – I can’t talk – when you’ve got those perfect juicy breasts out for me.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Get my dick out and rub it,” I growl, and she shivers again.
“Okay, yes.”
“Good girl. I like it when you do what you’re told.”
She grabs the front of my pants and pulls my cock out, gasping when the massive length springs free and bobs weightily. She grips it at the base and strokes, moving up and down, shifting her whole arm so her breasts jiggle and dance for me. My curvy horny perfect virgin.
Mine.
Forever.
And I’ll kill anybody who tries to take her.
“Is that okay?” she moans.
“That’s it, that’s it,” I growl, my cock throbbing with the sensation.
She moves faster and grips my base harder, and then time does something funny. It shifts and dances and bends until I have no idea how long she’s been rubbing me. All I can focus on is the feeling of her hand, heaven-hot against my shaft, and all I can do is stare down at her breasts bouncing for me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I snarl.
Hot come squirts out of my swollen head and covers her breasts, so much of it gushing out, like my seed is so hungry to get inside of her it’s sending everything I have.
“Now rub them together. Make them glisten for me.”
She does as she’s told, and I stand, staring wide-eyed down at her. I’ve just covered her breasts with more come than I’ve ever produced, and yet my body is already roaring out for more. My length is already getting hard again.
“Are you sure you can’t take it?” I snarl.
She nods. “I’m sorry. It’s so fast. And you’re so big, and… do you hate me?”
“Hate you?” I kneel, so we’re eye level, and reach out and stroke my hand across her face. “This makes me want you even more. Rayla, my Rayla – I don’t think you understand.”
She stares, her lips shuddering, as blue bolts zigzag across the window lighting up the room.
“I’m claiming you. Right now. You fucking belong to me. The second I laid eyes on that curvy body, the second I saw you, something triggered inside of me. I can’t explain it. It doesn’t make any sense, but there’s a pain, a pain…”
“A pain that won’t leave you,” she whispers, when I trail off, unable to contain the atavistic possessiveness that whelms inside of me. “It’s the pain of not taking the chance.”
A smirk touches my lips when she completes the quote. “You’ve read my work.”
“I wish you’d write more.”
“Is that a taunt?”
“No, I just think you’re an amazing writer.”
“This is my chance,” I growl. “Claiming you. Taking you. I need to fuck that young fertile virgin body until you’re pregnant, and then start a family with you. That’s what I need. I can’t explain it.”
“I feel the same.” She shakes her head slowly. “I’ve had thoughts… silly thoughts, crazy thoughts—”
“Like having a family with me?”
“Yes. Yes. How did you know?”
“Because I can read you…”
Suddenly her cell phone rings from the bedside table, a Kesha song playing. And a memory strikes me – the same song playing in the living room a few weeks ago when Millie was visiting. She has her own apartment. She’s very independent. But every now and then she comes to check on her old man.
