Page 18 of Wild Oat Milk


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I’m fucking stealth-breeding her, which feels twice as fucking naughty and exciting, and I want to make it last, but I’m so fucking turned on, I don’t know if I can.

She’s soaked with our combined juices, and her cunt slurps and squelches with my every move. It’s driving me crazy. I want to spill into her again, until she’s such a mess, there’s no way she’ll walk away from me without my seed dripping down her thighs.

I fuck her fast, feeling every hot, slippery groove inside her rub along my shaft, setting my knob alight with sensation. I watch my big, wet cock pumping in and out of her stretched little fuck-hole and feel like a villain. Like I’m fucking away her innocence and making her mine.Mine.

My orgasm tears through me, spurting into her depths in brutal jets of pleasure. Right down deep inside her, at the entrance to her womb. I empty my fucking soul into her, nudging it closer to hers, so they can join and spark a new life.

Her pussy ripples around me, as if her body’s accepting the gift, and I give her a firm and final thrust. She whimpers softly. Stirs and rocks her ass a little. Clamps at my cock with gentle, quivering spasms, before settling into a deeper sleep with a satisfied sigh.

Light-headed and high from creaming her while she sleeps, I gaze down at her, utterly enamored. “Well done, Little Miss,” I whisper, patting her on the ass. “Taking Daddy’s cum twice, like a sweet, fertile girl.”

I slip from her cunt and watch my seed trickle out of her. I smear it over her ass and thighs, to see her shine with it, and then I force myself to clean her up a bit before settling in behind her for some rest.

It’s not long before I’m getting hard again, because I can’t stop thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed myself with her. Tomorrow could hold any number of possibilities, but I’ll have to wait and see where things go once I’ve told her about the split condom, reassured her that I’m clean, and explained there’s a chance she may get pregnant. We’ll talk about how best to move forward from that, and I’ll support her in whatever she wants.

She’ll probably want the Plan-B pill, and I’ll take her to the pharmacy and get it for her. But is there a chance she’ll want to wait and see what happens? Could I convince her to keep our baby if we made one?

God, I hope she’ll let me take her for breakfast before I drive her home. I want to know her better, and I definitely want her tight young cunt tugging cum from my cock again, while she begs for me to suck her tits and mark her pretty skin with my teeth. She’s so fucking cute.

My dick strains against her ass, and I hug her close, pushing back inside her swollen and restrictive, cum-slicked pussy with a sigh of relief. She feels like home, and I nuzzle into her hair when she shivers and moans.

“Sleep well, Little Missy,” I whisper. “Daddy’s got you.”

I don’t know what tomorrow morning will bring, but I have loved every second of our time together, and I’m going to do whatever it takes, to get more.

I rollover and stretch my heavy limbs with a groan. I need way more sleep.

I drained my tanks to zero last night, for a beautiful young woman who needed my full fucking attention. “And I was glad to give you my all,” I mumble with a smile, as I roll back to snuggle in behind her again.

My searching hand finds nothing but empty bed, and I snap my eyes open. “Shelby?”

I throw back the covers, to stare at the space where she’d been, but the thick smell of sex and my sad, lonely cock are the only traces of her left.

A mad, rushing check confirms my house is empty. I even run upstairs, to check the rooms up there, but she’s gone, and my heart won’t quit pounding so loud I can’t think.

When?How?

My truck is in the driveway, but I wish she’d stolen it, so I could call the police and get help to track her down, because I have no idea where to look for her, and…

A cold, sweaty dread falls over me, and I groan. I run my hands through my hair and tug it into a sharp, stinging grip.

The broken condom.

I fucked her bare.Twice. She won’t know what happened, but she definitely needs to. I’vegotto fucking find her.

Where to start?

I rush back to my room, pull on last night’s jeans, and hunt around the floor for my T-shirt. I look everywhere, but it’s not here, either. Does Shelby have it?God, she looked so fucking cute in it last night.

I hope she is wearing it now. Is that weird? For her to do that? For me to want it? Am I hoping I made such an impression, she needed a fucking souvenir?

A string of cuss words leaves my mouth, and I grab a new T-shirt from the drawer and pull it on as I head out front, to grab my keys. I need to track her down.

How long ago did she leave? She can’t be far. There’s no bus route, and a cab ride back to town would be crazy-expensive, not to mention it’d take time for the taxi to get here. Maybe she left on foot, and I can catch up.

Onfoot? Was she fuckingrunningfrom me?

The terrible gnawing sensation in my gut makes me wind down the window a bit, for some fresh air, as I head down the mountain.

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