“Oh, do we? I’m fine with you having me right here.” I flutter my eyelashes, shooting him the most seductive gaze I can manage. It makes his cock twitch in anticipation.
“As tempting as it is, it won’t take long.” He picks me up off the sofa, leading to me giggling madly as he carries me through his condo toward his bedroom.
He drops me onto a massive, plush bed. I push myself back, spreading my legs for him. I’m far more concerned with him than anything else in the room, but a quick glance around suggests it’s as luxurious as everything else in his condo.
Cameron’s a man of class and wealth, and the best thing he can give me is something all men can do for free. The irony makes me chuckle.
“Come on. You’ve hesitated enough, Cam. We’ve been talking a big game since we met, you know.”
“Oh, we have.”
“Now it’s time to deliver. Put up or shut up. Fuck me, Cam. Take me hard and fill me with everything you’ve got. Put a baby in me and forever claim me. Continue making this the best day of both of our lives.”
He strokes himself as I speak, liking what I’m saying. “Oh, if that’s what you want, Olivia, that’s what you’re going to get. You’re about to get the fucking of your life.”
I wave my finger at him in a ‘come hither’ fashion, and he’s quick to climb up on the bed with me. We’ve had plenty of foreplay, and now it’s time for the main event.
His naked form presses against my own, flesh against flesh, every bit of it tickling me and building anticipation in the both of us. I reach for his cock, feeling it pulsing and strong despite the thorough sucking I gave it not long ago.
I jerk him toward my slit, still quivering from the worshipping he just gave me. We’re both so damn insatiable for one another, so damn ready to give and receive more and more.
Feeling the head of his cock poke at the entrance of my pussy, I’m yearning for him to just spear into me. To just seal the deal, his bare dick inside me, savagely fucking me like we’re nothing more than cave people.
He’s too sophisticated for that. But I can see in his eyes he’s ready to take me hard all the same. The head of his cock parts my folds and begins to slide into me, the immense invasion of my sex leading to me gasping. I know it’s only the very beginning of what’s coming.
He’s as deep as he can be, all the way inside. We’re as close as a man and woman can ever be.
I lean in, my lips against his ear as I whisper to him. “Go on. Fuck me. Take me. Fill me up, Cam. Give me every drop of cum you still have inside of you.”
My arms wrap around him, never wanting to let him go. He kisses me, and it’s brief but powerful as he finally gives me what I’ve been begging for.
A good, proper fucking.
Every bit of the delightful friction that comes with his sex rubbing against my own stokes the fire rising inside of me. He keeps a steady pace, setting a rhythm that I'm quick to match by sliding against his thrusts, spiking my hips up to meet him.
He meets my bucking by taking me faster. We feed off one another’s energy, wanting nothing more than to get off on one another and to match each other’s intensity. We’re both so damn driven to please, it’s creating something truly magical.
I’m a murmuring mess despite it all. “Oh fuck, oh please. Give it to me. I need this.”
“Everything about you is so beautiful, Olivia,” he says, managing to stay more coherent about it all. “Seeing your tits sway with every thrust, hearing you sing for me, I can only imagine the only thing hotter than how you look right now will be seeing you swelling with my child.”
“Do it. Make it happen. I want nothing more.”
My legs lock around him as he takes me. Instincts from deep within have taken over, pushing aside any uncertainty that may have remained about all this. My arms wrap around his back, my fingernails digging into his flesh as I desperately try to hold on as the tempo of our fucking only intensifies. I’m so ready for him. For this. I want to be his, and I want to be the mother of his children.
We rise to a fever pitch and I simply can’t take any more. My poor clit cries out from the excessive stimulation and an orgasm pounds over me, hitting me again and again. I cry out louder than I ever have before, with him or any other man, for that matter. My voice is strained from the orgasmic screaming, but I don’t care. This is the greatest bliss that my body has ever known.
He pulls me closer as he thrusts a few more times. The tightness of my cunt around him must be ravaging him too as he struggles to hold himself together. Hearing me hit my climax must be a relief, as he can let that chivalry drop and enjoy his own orgasm. And even in the throes of my own passion, I can feel him shudder deep within me, his cock erupting, his hot seed being injected deep within my womb, my pussy pulling at him, looking to milk him completely dry.
Breathing heavily, we’re both covered in sweat, relishing the powerful afterglow of everything we just did.
One more kiss. This one seems like an afterthought, but it means the world all the same. A reminder that this is love. That despite the power of the sex we just enjoyed, romance could soon follow. It’s not what either of us said we were after, but really, what is a family but something founded on love?
“You’re a fucking angel,” he whispers to me, still holding me close, his cock throbbing inside me, not letting a drop of his seed escape.
“I could say the same of you. What with how you swept down from the heavens and changed my life.”
“Changed our lives, Olivia. This is the start of something really beautiful.”
Soon, he lies down in bed with me, his arms wrapped around my tits, holding me so very close. We breathe heavily, but savor every moment of this. Despite our talk of angels, we are still only human and need rest.
Because we are going to go again soon. There’s no guarantee our family has started from that tryst alone. Probability states that it’s actually highly unlikely.
So we’d have to keep at it. Keep fucking like rabbits until everything comes together and we both get what we want.
We’re going to have one hell of a time trying to make it happen, at least.
8
CAMERON
I sleep more soundly than I have in years that night.
I conquered that lingering loneliness that had nagged at my soul so much. I found a woman. A lover. A wife.
It’s no wonder that my dreams are entirely filled with her. How she smiles, how she laughs. Her hair blowing gently in the wind.
And the more carnal memories. Her moans, her tits swaying with every motion. Her legs around my face as I delightedly sample her juices. Her cunt squeezing my cock, and most vividly, her mouth so tight around my dick. Sucking like a damn professional, making me shudder and gasp thinking she’s going to drain me dry and leave nothing for what’s actually important to the two of us.
It’s so real. Her looking up right at me, her skilled touch. It’s almost as if I’m in one of those lucid dreams that I hear about every so often.
I shouldn’t be surprised when I open my eyes and see her with her mouth around my cock, delightedly licking me. My cock is already rock-hard, far beyond anything I’d expect in the morning.