Page 32 of His Little Stowaway

“Uhh… Brynn,” I groan again, feeling my seed rising up, threatening to short circuit everything before I’ve even started.

With her two hands squeezing my swollen tip, she stares up at me, open mouthed as we both feel just how close I am.

“Lie down,” I order, knowing the only way to quell this is to fill her or feed on her.

Or both.

“I’m gonna fill you with this, Brynn,” I growl.

Her head was already pumping in agreement faster than her hands were just jerking me.

She whimpers, laying back and showing me just how wet she is. I can’t help but drop to my knees.

My face buried in her sweet scent. My tongue thrusting as far inside her as it’ll go.

She moans loudly, gripping my hair with both hands and starting to twist and buck like an animal. Her sex grinds against my mouth, cheeks, and face as I grip her creamy thighs harder.

Not afraid to leave a mark now. Hoping she’ll return the favor.

Proof of purchase. Certificate of ownership, whatever you wanna call it.

I want her to draw my blood from me. A fair exchange for me claiming her maidenhead.

“I want your fat cock in here,” she grunts. Her hand joins my tongue, and I watch her spread her pussy lips wider for me, showing me her quivering little fuckhole.

“Fuck me, Pearce… Pearce, I’m… I’m gonna…”

The desperation in her voice turns to disbelief, then almost fear as she shudders her wish again and again.

Begging me to fuck her so she can come on my cock.

That aching ten-inch pole that’s twitching against my naked belly.

The warmth of my essence oozing from me, threatening to be wasted if we don’t do this right now.

I position myself over her. Those clear blue eyes are dark with her primal arousal. Her hands grab as much of me as her arms will reach as she pulls me forward, whispering in a smoky voice that this is what she wants.

“I need you, Pearce… Now… Here…” she gasps. My plum sized tip is already probing at her slick valley, she tenses up and gasps. Then she smiles and relaxes some more as I use one hand to circle her flower.

Fuck she’s tight.

Tiny is the word.

I have no idea how she could think she’s oversized. Compared to me, she’s like a doll.

My arms flush with blood as I hold my whole weight off her, gently opening her little by little.

My true purpose is revealed now, I don’t feel like I can’t hold it anymore.

My seed knows I’m warming up the oven, and it seems happy to wait for now.

Brynn on the other hand, she’s eager for me to fill her and fuck her. Hard.

And she tells me so. Hearing her speak, voice rough, swearing at me, half-begging half-ordering me to fuck her is a turn on in itself.

For a first-timer, she’s right on time and I’m taking plenty of mental notes so I can learn exactly what it is she likes. How she likes to be touched.

What she likes to hear.

“Tell me you want this,” I growl. “Tell me you’re mine forever. Tell me I’m not dreaming… My little… Stowaway.”

Inching inside her a little further, she cries out, her nails digging into the skin of my taught shoulders making me growl again.

Harder.

Growling with pleasure.

“Say it,” I order her, pushing my way farther inside her, feeling a rush of warmth as she surrenders to it.

Surrenders to me and to this feeling between us.

“I’m… Oh fuck I’m yours, Pearce,” she gasps, her whole body contracting as I fill her with another few inches of my cock.

There’s an intense pressure and I ask if she’s alright.

Her head pumps in a nod, her mouth contracted as she concentrates.

“Give. It. To. Me…” she whimpers, biting into my neck as well as clawing at my back. I feel the girl disappearing in a tight little cry before the woman in her lets out a deep and very satisfied moan.

I throw my head back, groaning louder than I thought anyone ever could.

More like the call of a wild animal myself now.

Finally claiming what I thought was out of reach, or maybe even lost forever if we hadn’t met the way we did this morning.

The sensation of entering her for the first time, feeling her virgin pussy yield to me, ready for my seed. It’s more intense than anything I could have imagined.

Holding her closer, knowing she wants all my weight on her. I feel her little body against mine, both of us writhing together as we finally joined in the best way I know how.

Chapter Seventeen

Brynn

All my worry, fear, and self-doubt evaporates when I feel him lifting me up.

Lifting me in more ways than one.

The house, the view. This life.

Him.

All of it is so clear to me now. I might not understand why or even how he could like me so much, but I know how I feel about Pearce now.

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