Her legs are up and her head is back. She’s screaming out as I slam my cock into her one hard thrust after another. The obsession has taken over. I’ve lost my cool.
I need to breed her. I need it now.
She cums on my cock again and her warm juices flow out between us. I don’t stop. I don’t even slow down to give her a break. I just keep fucking her relentlessly. Savagely. Like a fucking animal.
Her tight little pussy cums again or maybe it’s the same one that’s lasting forever. I don’t know. I can’t think. There’s only one word flashing in my head over and over again. Breed. Breed. Breed.
I wrap my hand around her neck and give her a little squeeze to know that I’m in charge. She opens her mouth and gasps, but her eyes are alive with excitement. She likes it.
Finally, it comes rushing forward. It’s been building all day. My balls have been aching with all of the cum this girl has made me create and now it’s going to burst out into her fresh cunt.
I thrust hard once, twice, and then I root in deep and release. I squeeze her neck and push my cock all the way inside her as I cum hard. My load shoots out of me into her teenage pussy so hard that I feel lightheaded instantly. It’s the best orgasm of my life. It’s the most important orgasm of my life.
My girl cums too and this time I can tell for sure. Her back arches and she’s thrashing around under me as I fill her silky tunnel with my seed.
She’s breathing heavily and gasping for air as I release the grip on her throat. “That was incredible,” she gasps as the color comes back to her face. “I can’t even…” The words fall out of her mouth and she just stares up at me in awe.
I kiss her hard on the lips and taste her once more. I can’t get enough of this girl.
She’s coming home with me.
I still can’t believe it.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks as her lips curl up into her own smile.
“You’re coming to London with me. It makes me happy.”
She leans up and kisses me on the lips.
“You won’t be saying that when you hear my British accent.”
I laugh.
As soon as we’re done here, I’m bringing her to the airport and we’re getting on the first airplane back.
We both start rocking our hips and my cock hardens inside of her.
As soon as we’re done here…
But I’m not finished yet.
Chapter Ten
Violet
Four weeks later…
“Where is it?” I mutter.
I’m searching through Ashton’s huge fridge when I feel his hands on me. He spins me around, pushes me up against the cold shelves, and kisses me hard.
“Mmmmm,” I moan as his tongue slides against mine.
He pulls away but his firm grip remains on my waist as he looks down at me with an unforgiving look. “You’re taking too long.”
“I was gone for thirty seconds!”
“That’s too long.”
I laugh as he pushes my hair away and starts kissing my neck. His cock pushes up against my stomach and I moan when I feel how hard he is.
This guy doesn’t act his age. We just had about an hour of sex and he’s ready for more. The man is insatiable. I love it.
“I was just looking for some orange juice. I’m so thirsty!”
I’m wearing nothing but his t-shirt that goes down to my legs. He’s wearing nothing but a smile on his face.
It’s about eight in the morning on a Saturday and so far, the weekend is looking good.
He reaches behind me and grabs the carton of OJ. “Drink up,” he says as he shoves it into my hand. My pussy starts tingling when I feel his hands grabbing my shirt and pulling it up my legs. Is this really happening again?
“All of the liquids in your body are going straight to this sweet juicy cunt,” he says as he drops to his knees in front of me. He’s licking his lips and looking at my pussy like he’s just found his breakfast.
“I wonder who’s fault that is…” I take a sip of the cold orange juice straight from the carton and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Ashton doesn’t even let me finish before he lifts me up and spreads my legs. Orange juice spills on my shirt as I grab a hold of the shelves in the fridge. He places my ass onto the cold plastic and wastes no time diving right in.
Fuck, this guy knows how to lick a pussy. He’s all over me and I’m holding onto the clear fiberglass shelves for dear life. My left foot is resting on a jar of pickles in the door and my right foot is draped over his shoulder as his greedy hot tongue ravages me.
His hand reaches up and grabs my loose breast over my shirt. He squeezes it and the feeling of his old scratchy shirt on my nipples makes them hard and pointy.
But it’s his tongue that has all of my attention. It’s swirling through my wet folds and dipping into my tight hole. He flicks it on my clit and then does it all over again, groaning and muttering in satisfaction like he can’t get enough of it.
The cool air from the fridge feels so good on my hot skin. We’re going to have to do it in this position more often.
When I feel his hard fingers on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, lifting them up, spreading them apart, it starts to set me off. I feel another orgasm coming and it’s coming on harder than the two he just gave me in the bedroom.
I woke up like this: with his head between my legs and his tongue on my pussy. I’m having breakfast like this: with his head between my legs and his tongue on my pussy. And I’ll probably have my shower like this: with his head between my legs and his tongue on my pussy.
I love London.
When the orgasm hits, it fucking hits. It’s like an earthquake rocks my core. First, my legs start shaking and then my back starts convulsing. I grab onto something, anything for support and I end up knocking over a carton of Almond milk and a bowl of strawberries. They bounce off Ashton’s flexed back and shoulders, but he doesn’t stop devouring me.
My mouth is open and I’m screaming out his name as my shaking foot kicks a jar of salad dressing down. It shatters on the floor, and still, he doesn’t stop. He pushes my legs out farther apart and digs his tongue in deeper as I knock over a bottle of maple syrup, which lands in the salad dressing.
Maybe the fridge wasn’t such a great idea.
He stands up between my legs when the worst of my orgasm is done. But he’s not done. He’s just getting started.
I’m panting and gasping as little tremors come rippling through my body.
He grabs his hard cock and slides it up my slit.
More tremors. More warm shivers. More gasping.
I love London. Hail the Queen!
He presses his thick tip to my hole and pushes it inside slowly, perfectly, heavenly, beautifully. “Oh shit,” I whine as he slowly slides it all the way inside. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me forward until my forehead is resting on his big tattooed chest. I can hear his heart hammering in there and I smile, knowing it’s beating for me.
His muscular hips slide back out and then right before he’s about to leave me, he slides back in.
Could life be better?
Heaven is going to feel like waiting inside a doctor’s office compared to my time here with him. How could it compare? It can’t.
His dick stretches me. Fills me. Kills me. My body is on fire as he stuffs me. I roll my hips, grinding my aching clit onto the base of his perfect cock.
He reaches past my head and grabs the carton of orange juice. He’s still all the way inside me as he takes a long gulp. I watch with a grin on my face as it leaks out the side of his mouth and trickles onto his chest and down his abs. He’s the sexiest thing ever created. That I’m sure of.
He gasps when he’s done and kisses me long and hard with a mouth that’s all cold and citrusy.
“Tastes like breakfast,” I say with a lick of my lips when he pulls away. He hands me the carton and I take my own long sip. It’s a shock of cold liquid pou
ring through my heated body. Just what I needed.
He takes it from my hand when his impatience boils over and puts it back on the shelf beside my head. Then the fucking continues.
More food doesn’t make it. The guacamole. Dijon mustard. A carton of eggs. They all die for the cause.
I’ll mourn them later. Right now, I’m too busy screaming out my man’s name as he drives in deep.
It’s one hard relentless thrust after another and my greedy little pussy takes every one of them like a champ.
Ashton starts grunting a little deeper. His thrusts are a little harder. I’m practically all the way in the fridge now as he starts his big finish.
I feel another orgasm coming too. It builds and takes over, first my fingers then my toes. It works its way in until it hits my core and everything unravels. I scream way too loud as the orgasm thunders through me like a whirlwind of heat and chaos.
Ashton thrusts in hard and grunts as he cums deep in my pussy. His whole body is flexed and tight. I run my hands all over his muscles, loving the feeling. The feeling of his hot fierce breath on my cool skin, the feeling of his taut muscles under my fingertips, and the feeling of his warm cum coating my silky walls.
After a few long moments of gasping for air and clinging onto each other, he reaches for the OJ and hands it to me.
Fridge sex. I highly recommend you try it.
About twenty minutes later, the coffee is brewing, the eggs are sizzling, and we’re cleaning up the mess of sticky maple syrup, egg yolk, Almond milk, salad dressing, Dijon mustard, and guacamole on the floor when there’s a knock at the door.
I quickly run to the bedroom—slipping on the guacamole as I go—and grab some clothes as the knocking continues. I put my pajamas on and grab a shirt and pants for Ashton.
“Put these on,” I say as I toss them at him. The guy’s buck naked at the stove while he’s cooking the eggs. Normally I don’t mind, but it’s a bit much when we have guests.
He looks at me like I’m crazy as he catches the clothes.
“What if it’s Girl Guides selling cookies? They’re going to come in here and see you like that!”
“Fine,” he says with a shake of his head. I wait until he’s dressed and then I open the door.
The sight that’s waiting for me staggers me.
It’s my father.
I haven’t seen or spoken to him since the night of the wedding.
My mouth drops open and I take an involuntary step back.
He gives me a sad smile. “Hi, pumpkin.”
I stare at him, not knowing what to expect. “Hi, Dad.”
“Can I come in?”
I step out of the way and nod.
He steps into the room and Ashton drops the spatula into the sizzling pan as he turns to him with a look of shock on his face.
“Thomas…”
“Hi, Ashton.”
Everyone just stares at each other in a long awkward silence until my dad shrugs. “Is anyone going to offer me some of that fresh coffee or should I get it myself.”
I shake out of my daze and realize I’m still holding the door wide open. I quickly close it and get my father a cup of coffee as he sits down at the island.
“Want some eggs?” Ashton asks him with a weary look on his face.
“Are they going to be all runny in the middle?” He looks at me with a grin. “This guy never knew how to cook a fucking egg. He used to swallow them down raw when we were in college.”
“The runnier the better,” Ashton says with a grin.
“Sure, give me a couple. I had a long fucking flight.”
“A couple of eggs, coming up,” Ashton says as he turns back to the pan. “Extra runny.”
My dad laughs.
A sense of relief washes over me. I didn’t realize how much it’s been weighing on me until now. I hated that I wasn’t on speaking terms with my father, and I hated that Ashton wasn’t either. It’s so nice to see them laughing together once again.
I hand him the coffee and he smiles sadly at me.
“You look good, pumpkin. You look happy.”
“What are you doing here, Dad?”
He looks down at the coffee in his cup and sighs. “I’m sorry about how I reacted at the wedding.”
Ashton turns and raises an eyebrow as he looks at him.
“It was sudden and unexpected. I didn’t realize you two were in love. I thought you were taking advantage of her and I snapped. The scotches and wine didn’t help either.”
My mind is swirling with thoughts as I watch him. Does that mean he’s okay with us being together?
His eyes meet mine and my whole body tenses. “You were right about Becky. I should have listened. You were always a better judge of character than I was.”
“What happened?” I ask.
He sighs. “Her true colors were revealed after you threw the wedding cake in her face. She lost it and started saying the most horrible things.”
“About me?”
“About you, about our guests, about me, about everything. She was furious. The next morning, I dragged her to the courthouse and we got it annulled.”
A sudden giddiness fills my body as relief washes over me. I don’t ever have to see that cunt again.
“I’ve thought about it a lot since then, and I regret so much. I rushed into it. I just wanted to be happy again like I was with your mother.”
I go over to him and hug his huge body. “You will be, Dad. You’ll find someone.”
He places his hand over mine and squeezes it.
“But what I regret the most is how I treated you two. You guys are my two favorite people in the world. I’m legitimately happy that you found love with each other. It’s a beautiful thing.”
“Really?” I ask, hoping it’s true.
He nods. “You have my blessing.”
“Thanks, Thomas,” Ashton says. “It means a lot.”
My father looks at him and sighs. “I’m sorry I lost my shit and knocked you around.”
“No big deal,” Ashton says with a sly grin. “You hit like a little girl.”
My dad laughs loud and hard. “Please. Your eyes were rolling around in that hard head of yours.”
“I was looking for an open window. I thought I felt a breeze coming in and then I realized that it was your weak ass punches.”
They keep going at it until we’re all laughing and everything that happened is water under the bridge.
“I did bring a peace offering,” my father says as he reaches for his bag. “I got you a wedding photo.”
“That’s okay, Dad,” I say, shaking my head as he pulls out an 8x10. There’s no way I’m keeping a photo of Becky in this place.
“No, you’re going to like this one.”
He hands me the photo and I burst out laughing. It’s of the bride when she’s covered in wedding cake. Big chunks of vanilla cake are stuck to her cheeks and hair. She’s covered in icing. It’s going over the fireplace.
The night might not have worked out for the bride and groom, but it was the best wedding I’ve ever been to.
I got the man I’ve always loved to finally love me back.
And I couldn’t be happier.
Epilogue
Ashton
Two years later…
The doctor puts the baby in my arms and my whole world shifts when I look into his squished up little face.
My first child. My first son.
I stare at him as Violet rubs my back and looks over my shoulder.
This girl is truly amazing. She’s given me everything. A purpose, happiness, and now this beautiful baby boy.
I turn around and look at her in awe. She just had a long grueling labor and her hair is all plastered to her sweaty temples. The poor girl is exhausted and her eyes are half closed, but she’s smiling and trying to force herself to stay awake so she can witness this amazing moment.
Her skin is pale and she’s wearing a faded blue hospital gown, but to me, she’
s never looked more beautiful. I kiss her softly on the mouth and then turn back to my son.
“Fatherhood suits you,” she says as she rests her chin on my shoulder and looks down at the adorable baby.
I’m glad because I’m not stopping at one.
The past nine months have been incredible and I’ve never found a woman sexier. Watching my young bride walk around with her rounded belly and full tits was a dream come true.
I can’t wait for the doctor to give us the okay so I can breed her again.
“Are you okay?” I give her a kiss on her sweaty temple as she closes her eyes.
“Just tired.”
“You’re a warrior princess, you know that?”
She smiles.
“You were amazing. I’ll never forget this.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice,” she says with a soft laugh. “He was coming out whether I wanted it or not.”
The two of us are now three and the love in our house is going to multiply even more.
We hear someone arguing with the nurses in the hallway and then suddenly the door bursts open.
“Sir! You can’t go in there!”
It’s Thomas. He’s rushing in to see his new grandson. He must have jumped on a plane for London the second that Violet started having contractions.
“It’s okay,” Violet says with a smile. “He’s the grandfather.”
The nurse huffs out a breath and then walks out of the room shaking her head.
“Can I?” Thomas is staring at the baby with wide eyes. He’s completely captivated.
“Here you go, gramps.” I hand him the baby and I can tell he’s already totally in love. This kid is going to get spoiled rotten.
Violet’s arms wrap around my ribs and she clings to me as she watches her father and her new son with tears in her eyes.
They’ve been closer than ever since Becky got the boot. He has a new fiancee and this time he’s chosen right. She’s so sweet and they look so happy together. Violet loves Laura and she can’t wait for her to be her step-mother.
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