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My freshly deflowered pussy was much better able to take him now. The fit was less snug, but still wonderful after I’d been properly stretched out. My pussy was a lot more resilient than I’d ever realized.
“You okay, Pet?”
“Yes, Master. It feels really good.”
“Would you like it a little harder?”
“Yes, please. Give it to me harder, Master, please.”
Slowly but surely, he picked up in both speed and intensity, working in my pussy at a steady moderate rhythm, pumping me to a lovely oblivion. The resulting orgasm hit like a supernova. His warm cum flooded my pussy, warming me to the core.
Turning me on his cock, without even pulling out, I found myself on all fours: Ass up, head down and pussy stuffed. Hands on my hips, Adam started to pump again, striking my clit and g-spot from a slightly different angle, with startling results.
I started dripping juices out of my pussy and all over his cock as it thrusted in and out of me. I was making it so slippery and wet that I couldn’t believe it.
“That’s it, baby, let it out,” Adam coaxed, as some surprising sounds came out of me.
It was almost like being dizzy, but in a much nicer way. Adam held me still as he railed me, pumping me toward ecstasy.
“Harder, Master!” I moaned, between delighted yelps. “Fuck me harder!”
At my word, he picked up the pace, pounding my tight little pussy, making my bones shake and head spin. Another flood was forthcoming, Adam filling me up with his love and possibly his baby, both of which I welcomed.
Holding me around the waist, Adam eased out, lowering me onto my side, cuddling me as I still trembled in the afterglow of the first fucking I’d ever gotten in my life.
Chapter Twelve – Adam
It all seemed like a dream, even with the weight and warmth on the other side of the bed as physical proof of reality. Petra was there, even all that time later.
We’d spent nearly a month together. Nearly two of those weeks were spent in an ecstatic embrace. Much of everyday, outside sleeping and eating, were spent either in bed or in the playroom, really getting to know each other in the biblical sense.
It was only supposed to be casual, almost an accident. It was something we had fallen into mostly due to the situation. Both of us seemed to understand what was happening, and yet I couldn’t help but think this was something more permanent.
The feeling had snuck up on me. I’d noticed it before but wasn’t sure what to make of it and did my best not to notice it. I found it puzzling and I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
It took nearly a month but there it was, written in her sweet face as I watched her sleep, still recovering from what I’d done to her the night before. First in the playroom and then in our bed after applying proper aftercare.
It was love.
I’d started to love Petra despite my best efforts not to.
On a whim, I put my hand under the covers and slightly cupped her pussy, making sure it was still okay. She hummed in her sleep from the sensation, and I relented, deciding it was better that she get her rest. The soft rhythm of her breath provided a soundtrack as I evolved a cunning plan.
“Morning, Master,” sweet Petra said when we both woke back up again, turning toward me.
“Morning, Pet.”
We kissed and I could barely restrain myself. Left to my own devices, I would have fucked her again right then and there. She would have let me, making it clear more than once that her body was mine to use when and how I liked, but I still had to be responsible.
She was still pretty new to it all and fairly recently deflowered and I didn’t want to overdo it. Holding most of my horses, I left my hand where it was, lovingly fingering her to orgasm as we kissed.
Once we were both out of bed, we went through our usual routine, first to the shower. I tried to focus as I soaped her body. The water was running like a waterfall along her skin— something I could have watched for years and been perfectly happy.
Petra stood still when I needed her to, and moved where I wanted, like one of those poseable wooden figures you could get at art supply stores. She’d come to trust me entirely, putting herself literally in my hands.
There was no avoiding it anymore. I’d washed everywhere else. Making sure she was entirely rinsed, I put more body wash onto my hand, and then slipped it between her thighs. The love of my heart and light of my life moaned softly as I tenderly soaped her most sensitive areas, careful not to slip inside.
