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“Good girl,” I praise, giving her a long, winding kiss. “You want my cock.”
“Yes,” she sobs, gripping my shoulders.
“Best girl. Best girl,” I mutter into her neck, rocking my hips forward, filling her, almost losing my seed over the first slap of my balls against her big, beautiful ass. Then, oh fuck me, I can’t process anything but how tight and tiny she is, her hot, sodden pussy wrapped around my inches and squeezing the life out of them. Her breath saws in and out against my ear, our heartbeats rapping in perfect sync. I’m home. I’ve found heaven, right here. She’s the end game I didn’t know my whole life was leading to. “Open your legs,” I grit out. “Show me trust.”
Slowly, the muscles of her inner thighs lose tension and they fall sideways onto the mattress, the release of nerves turning her wetter. More pliant. But she’s still whimpering, obviously struggling to get used to me being inside of her.
“Listen to me, Tatum,” I whisper into her neck, reaching up to fist her hair, my hips dying to buck. To nail her into the mattress. Patience, though. I have to have patience with my future wife. “This is the first and last time I’ll ever hurt you.”
Those words calm her down and she looks into my eyes, nodding, shifting her hips—
She gasps. “Ohh.”
“What?”
“I th-think it’s better now.” Her death grip on my shoulders eases. “I think I like it.”
“Oh, you’re going to like it, little girl,” I growl, using my grip in her hair to tug her head sideways, exposing her neck for a long lick. A bite and a rough suck. “You’re going to fucking love it. Just tell me when you’re ready for Daddy to start pumping.”
“There’s m-more?”
“There’s so much more.”
“Show me.”
The leash is off. My hands leave her hair and slide beneath her ass, holding it in two firm hands—and I hit her with six quick drives. Just enough to make her scream. Then I tilt my hips to bring the trunk of my cock up against her slippery clit and I grind on it gently, catching her breath, making her gorgeous eyes roll back in her head. And I stay right there, riding that pretty pink source of pleasure, watching color climb her face, feeling her nails sink into my back.
“Oh…please. Hoss. Don’t stop. Don’t—”
“I’ll never stop,” I grunt. “My job is to make you come. Your job is to fucking let me.”
“Daddy.”
“That’s right. I’m Daddy.” I apply a little more pressure, hips dropping slightly, and she whimpers, her back arching involuntarily, her hands sliding through sweat on their way down to my ass—and hell yeah, those little hands grasp at my flexing cheeks, nails scraping, her hips beginning to roll and lift in time with my grinds. “Horny girl. Knew you’d be a slick horny ride.”
She cries out, her core beginning to clench.
My cock throbs painfully in response, dying for a rough-as-hell ride, but not until she finds pleasure. Not until her body understands that my dick is a tool and she knows how to use it. “Almost there,” I murmur, studying her, sweat dripping down the side of my face. “Going to give you a little more pressure. You can take it. Don’t be scared of it.”
When I release my weight and bear down on her clit with more purpose, more friction, her nails sink into the flesh of my ass and she screams, her pussy tightening around me like a fucking belt, her moisture sluicing down the thick trunk of my johnson—and I go for broke after that. I pin her down to the fucking mattress and I pound her like a piece of meat. Her whimpers of pleasure fill the back of the truck, almost drowned out by my harsh groans, the shit that’s coming out of my mouth. Promises to treat her like a princess and fuck her like a whore.
My Tatum doesn’t take offense to the filth, though. No, she’s the opposite of offended. Never felt anything more tight and eager in my life. If she was strong enough, I swear to God this horny little hellcat would flip me over and ride me—and it’s only our first time in the sack. By this time next month, she’s going to be sucking me off on the highway, begging me to pull over and get her pregnant.
Get her pregnant.
That mental demand has me bellowing brokenly into her neck, my lower body rifling up and back, dick smacking wetly into her hole. Putting a child in her belly didn’t occur to me until this moment, but Jesus, that’s what I want. Do I even have a choice? I didn’t even consider putting on a rubber and I’ve got a sack full of come that I’ve been saving up just for Tatum. Her pregnancy might be a foregone conclusion—and hell if that doesn’t make me goddamn wild.
I slide my hands out from beneath her ass and grip the edge of the mattress above her head, riding rougher than a virgin can take, but can’t do anything about it. Her pussy is wet as fuck and she’s hollering for me to keep going, so I do. Keeping my grip on the mattress with my left hand, I spit on the fingers of my right and bring them down to her clit, massaging it in circles. “If you can come while I’m fucking you this mean, baby, I’m going to have you on your back day and night. You perfect princess. You perfect girl. Mine. I’m banging the shit out of what’s mine. Say it. Tell me who this pussy is wet for.”
“My Daddy.”
“Louder.”
“Daddy!”
Jesus save me, that’s what gets her off. Screaming my shiny new title loud enough to hear on the interstate. She’s coming on a thin mattress in the back of a rig in the parking lot of a truck stop, getting railed like I paid for it, but we might as well be in the finest hotel on our honeymoon, because that’s how it feels to be with her. To be together. My chest wells up with a crowded feeling right before I come, leaving me unable to breathe, my heart going a million miles an hour. I’m too choked up to say another damn word, so I simply flatten my girl and bellow brokenly, my hips shaking through three final drives, pressure being driven from my balls into her body where it belongs. Where it’ll breed my future wife. My life. My Tatum.
“Oh my God,” she sobs. “It’s so hot. There’s so much of it. I can feel it everywhere.”
