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Like a rag doll, she let me, and when she came again, without any help from me, she sucked my cum right out of my fucking balls.
Head thrown back, throat straining as I roared out my release, I let the day’s stresses, and the upcoming ones the evening ahead promised, float away, because at that moment, she was the only thing that grounded me. And fuck, I needed to be grounded.
A series of low grunts escaped me as I screwed her until she milked me of every drop. My legs felt like they were made out of Jell-O as I came back down to earth.
It took an ungodly amount of time, but when I was done, I stared down at the mess she’d made, at the clothes which were everywhere, and I leaned over her, rumbling, “I should make you meet the folks with cum dripping out of your cunt.” No surprise, that dirty little pussy of hers squeezed my softening dick hard. Though I maintained my grip on her, supporting her, I pushed her forward and said, “Use your hands to walk your way back into a standing position.”
Limp like spaghetti, it took her way too fucking long to do as I asked, but I wasn’t about to complain. My grip on her kept my cock inside that tight heat, and when she was back upright, I moved one arm, banding it about her hips, then used the other to angle her so her back was to my chest.
I rested my head on her shoulder, and whispered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“N-No,” she moaned, her head dragging from side to side.
“Your cunt tells me otherwise. You want to eat at the dining room table, with my folks there, my cum all over you, making those pretty little thighs sticky with my seed. You want to be thinking about tonight, when I fuck you again—” I paused. “Did you like your first time with me, Camille? Your first time as my woman. My wife.Mine.”
She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.
Her cunt was more communicative than she was.
But I forced her to reply, demanding, “Camille! Did you like your first time as my woman?”
“Y-Yes,” she breathed, and as the sun drifted a little lower in the sky, at that second, I saw her reflection in the glass. Her eyes were dazed, her face relaxed, everything about her looked like she was coming down from a high.
Good.
I’d keep her like that for a lifetime if I could.
Fuck, if she’d been beautiful before, that was nothing to now when she was hungover from my cock.
“What about at dinner? You want to be sticky with my seed?”
She gulped. “I-I s-shouldn’t.”
“No, you shouldn’t want that, you dirty little slut,” I whispered, but I pressed a kiss to her cheek, letting my tongue trail out to lessen the sting behind the insult. “But, do you?”
“Y-Yes,” she hiccupped, confirming what I suspected. “I do want that. I don’t know why, but I do.” The latter half came out on a confused sob as she twisted her head to the side, shoving her face against mine, hiding from herself rather than me.
Humming under my breath, I told her, “You let the clothes drop. You didn’t obey me when I told you to come up here, you made us late leaving, and you opened the cuts on your hands again... so, instead, you’re going to get cleaned up.”
I wasn’t sure how bad a consequence that’d be. Most women I’d fucked would behappyto shower away a load of cum—saying that, I had to figure they would. I’d never fucked a woman without a rubber before—but she pushed her forehead against me.
“No, please, Brennan. Please.”
Inwardly, I’d admit to being stunned, but who the fuck was I to question what got her hot?
Every time I’d fingered her up to now, she always started off as dry as a bone. I wasn’t concerned about her being frigid, but I couldn’t help but think she might be.
Maybe she’d just never found her kink.
To be a cum slut.
Well...mycum slut.
Her pussy wasn’t the only thing doing the twitching. My cock did as well as that thought whispered through my mind.
“You disobeyed, Camille,” I rumbled. “I told you there’d be consequences.”
A shaky sigh escaped her, but I heard the pout in her words as she whispered, “No fair.”
I smirked. “Who said life was fair?” She clucked her tongue at me, but I shut her up by asking, “You ready for me to pull out?” Pressing another kiss to her cheek, where I could reach thanks to the way she was hiding against me, I felt and tasted her pout.
“No,” she admitted, which had me sighing and reaching down to cup us both where she still held me in place.
Another shaky sigh whispered from her lips, and it had me promising, “Later, Camille. Later.”
And it had me being grateful that I never made a promise I couldn’t and wouldn’t keep...
