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A real man.
And from this moment on, her only man.
I grind the only word she needs to ever hear into her steaming sex. “Mine.”
Every inch of her sweetness belongs to me, canceling out any other problems I have to deal with, knowing my true purpose in life now is to fill her with our babies.
Keep her safe, and have her with me always.
My hands return to her thighs, opening them as far as I can, greedy for more of her sweet essence, the sight of her, and hearing how close she has me eager to strip her fully.
Wishing I had ten hands as well as ten throbbing inches of man meat, straining against my boxers. Aching to be free.
Twitching as my own climax rises up my thick shaft like lava about to erupt from a towering volcano.
I grunt and gasp, yanking her bottoms away, tossing them over my shoulder, and setting to work undoing her shirt.
Within moments, those perfectly round orbs of tits are free at last with a final groan I lose all control, eager to devour them and her pussy, marveling at her thick pebbled nipples.
Almost like plates themselves, I quickly discover that Becky has more pleasure centers than I could have imagined.
The effect of my body on hers, and her own whimpering pleasure under my touch is the only thing threatening to break my solemn vow.
“I can only come inside you,” I grunt, freeing my cock from my pants if only to stop it from tearing through the fabric.
Catching a glimpse of my engorged member, her eyes widen, and mouths the word fuck over and over to herself.
Finally biting down on her lower lip so hard it sprains white against the flushed pink of her top lip.
It’s clear when my manhood is so close to her quivering tight hole that it’ll take some time for me to even think about being inside her.
But her pleasure is paramount, and once my aching dick is free, her own body almost fully naked, I work her nipples with my fingers, feeling her whole body shudder once I take her virginal nub back into the warm grip of my mouth.
“Dillon…” she whines, trembling so hard and sounding like she’s trying not to come just yet.
Not without my say so, as we’ve already agreed.
“You can come for me now, Becky. Fill my mouth with what’s mine inside,” I rasp, pushing my tongue as far as I can inside her as she grips my hair so hard it’s a pleasure to feel yet another intense sensation from her as my tongue hits a new pleasure zone deep within her.
She cries out, a violent rush of spasms quiver through her thighs and thick, heavy breasts.
Her whole body shivering with a powerful climax I have to grip her hips harder to stop her from flying off the countertop.
She grunts and moans, before finally laughing a little, and as her first real climax subsides, I feel her trembling for another reason.
She’s crying. But they’re not tears of pain or sorrow.
Tears of relief, of what I can tell is a lifetime’s with of pent up need and emotions finally released.
Let out, free now.
And in the only place, they belong forever. Here with me.
I move up her body with my hands first, then my mouth. Kissing each part of her sacred center until my mouth covers hers, letting her taste how good she tastes.
How fucking perfect she is.
She sniffs a little and apologizes as I hold her close to me, warming her body with my own heat.
My intense arousal like a flaming beacon.
“Never apologize to me for being perfect, Becky. It’s what you need, and if you’re emotional, that’s okay,” I tell her.
“But if it’s something I do or say, tell me.” I remind her, feeling puzzled by her see-saw emotions when she smiles again, looking down and cradling the large head of my manhood in cupped hands.
A generous pool of my own juices is all she needs to start working it slowly from head to hilt, gasping again and again about its size. It’s hardness.
“And what about your turn?” she coos, gnawing her lip again, cocking a brow, gasping as I grunt. Pulsing harder in her hands as mine trace the faint veins on her heavy breasts. Begging to be played with.
“I said. I can. Only. Come inside you,” I stammer, feeling my head roll back and my jaw tighten. Her small hands griping me harder and harder.
My balls rising up with my own need for release.
“How ‘bout coming on these first?” she asks, pouting with puppy dog eyes as she squeezes my length between her perfect breasts.
Kissing the tip of my cock and smacking her lips as she enjoys the taste of what I know I could give her all day.
“You’re just so big Dillon,” she coos, working my rod with her tits now as I brush her hair back, wanting to see more of them. More of her wrapped around every one of my ten inches.
