I’d waited so long. Almost too long. Waited for the heartache and the guilt to subside. Waited to do the right thing. Waited to be a man. Just a man who needed to be here now. Needed her. Just her.
As she lowered her sweet body over mine, I sheathed myself in that sweet warm pussy of hers. Enveloping myself in heat. And joy. And sensation.
Gripping her hips, I moved her up and down, grunting and growling—milking the very essence of my aching body—my swollen cock buried among those soft rosy petals that gripped me like a vice. This woman was everything to me. And she was smart. Much smarter than I was. Thank god.
If this was makeup sex, it certainly was more intense. As our rhythm increased, my movements more furious, I worried that I would hurt Amy. She was a woman after all. Softer. Younger. Weaker, right? At least that’s what I’d been told. Not that I knew much about women.
When I looked into her eyes she must have sensed my hesitation because she said, “fuck me, Brock. Fuck me hard.” I took that as encouragement and pushed her back a bit, burying myself, making her gasp at the deeper penetration.
She started to keen and I didn’t know if it was because I was hurting her or was simply rocking her world. I knew I was being rough, my fingers digging into her hips making indents on her skin, but my cock had a mind of its own, and I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t deny what was happening. Couldn’t for the life of me, be gentle.
I needed to fuck her and fill her and turn her into a hot wriggling mess, fill her with my hot sticky juices so that she knew she was mine. I wanted to weld our bodies so tightly together, we’d never come apart. And she’d never…ever… leave me again.
Roughly, I pulled out a breast, taking the tender bud into my mouth and sucking. When I bit down, she gave a little whimper. Still pumping like a madman, I tried to could control myself , but it was no use. I’d simply have to apologize later.
Her sweet slick petals slid over my thick shaft and her shoulder length hair fell across her face. There was heat there and longing and something I didn’t understand in her features. Love? I was desperate to claim her. Make her mine—now and forever.
“I feel you coming,” I said. “Say my name, baby girl. Say my name when you come.” I was awfully close myself.
“I’ve missed you, Brock. Brock! Oh Brock. Yes, yes. Yes!”
I kissed her fiercely as she rode me faster, harder, taking every inch I could give her. I forgot all about watching how her face contorted because I was so hard. So fucking hard it felt like I was going to blow to kingdom come— my body burning at such a high temperature.
I loved the feel of her in my arms. I loved her smell. I loved the little mewing sounds she made.
Our kiss deepened with each thrust and she continued to call my name over and over. I felt her body go rigid, pulsing around my cock. “Amy,” I said, breathless and a little edgy. “Amy, doll, I don’t have a condom, sweetheart. Do you still have…?”
And then I snapped.
My body shuddered and then shifted into climax with such overwhelming ferocity, the only sound I was able to make was a low guttural growl. Hot electric sparks flew all around us, sending me over the edge of pleasure and euphoria as my cock plunged in and out relentlessly. My body throbbed with mind-shattering release as I slowed and then finally collapsed. I was panting and I struggled to catch my breath as I lay there on top of her, smelling her hair, her skin, her... I cringed. What the hell was wrong with me? I was like a teenager on steroids. “Oh baby, I’m…I’m sorry. It happened so fast. We should have talked. We should have…” She placed a finger to my lips, stilling my apology.
“It’s okay,” she said smiling. “I’m not upset.”
“So you…?”
“No.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“But what if….Baby, you know how old I am. You know if I got you pregnant we could end up with birth defects or a down syndrome baby…or I could die or…”
“You won’t.”
I rubbed the scuff along my chin, suddenly furious with myself. What the fuck! How could I be so irresponsible? I was some goddammed teenager with his first hardon. Why had I not been prepared?
“Relax,” Amy said lifting herself off my partially erect cock. She started to dress. “I’m as much to blame for this as you are,” she said pulling on her stockings one by one. After all, I did come here without any panties.”
I stared at her hard, trying to hide my grin.
“Besides, it’s too late anyway.” Was that a blush I was seeing?
“I know.”
“No,” she said softly. “ No, you don’t and that’s not what I meant. Asking you about my house was only one of the reasons I came here today. The other one is to tell you…” She took a deep breath. “I want to have your baby and I will.”
I swallowed hard. “You mean you planned this? Without discussing it with me first!”
She must have noticed the my face heating up, because the next thing she said was, “you may want to sit down for this.”
I did. Slowly.
“Brock, I wasn’t trying to get pregnant just now.”
“You weren’t?”
“No.”
“I’m confused.”
“I’m already pregnant,” she said quickly. “About six weeks. I haven’t told anyone yet. Not even my best friend, Jane.”
My mouth just about hit the floor. A father? I’m going to be a father? I tried to process it all. Just a few weeks ago, I’d almost died. Almost met my creator out in the middle of nowhere and the thing that kept going through my head was: I’m leaving no one. There’s no one behind. It’s just me. Lost and forgotten. They wouldn’t have found a body. Nothing, except maybe my hat, which was heatproof. I could have died without knowing I had a son. Or a daughter. All that time, there was a life I’d created. I looked at that sweet face, those gorgeous eyes that only saw me, and no one else. A father? I couldn’t be a father. There were so many things that could go wrong. But what if…”
I grinned as a warm happy feeling took root inside my heart. I could do this and do it well. I’d love him or her. I’d love this woman. I’d love them both. My heart beat faster, the muscle squeezing inside my chest.
Lifting Amy completely off her feet, I kissed her hard and then swung her round in a circle. I was so excited my teeth hurt from smiling. “Wow. Fucking wow, baby girl. Really? Are you sure?”
She was laughing a little nervously now, like she wasn’t sure I was sane. “Um, yeah, I’ve been to the doctor to confirm.”
“And the doctor says you’re healthy?”
She lifted the dress over her head and slid her head and arms through. “I am. I didn’t know you were going to take this so well and I didn’t actually come here to…you know. Fuck you. It’s just my undies are too tight these days. I slipped them off in the car. It feels….better this way.”
I grinned and lifted her skirt. “So fucking beautiful. I don’t mind if you never wear panties again.”
“And the baby?”
I laughed. “I don’t think he will need panties right away.”
She giggled and I could have listened to that all day.
“You’re really and truly not upset?” she asked hesitantly. “You were pretty adamant about not wanting kids before. I mean, what if something does happen? What if he or she looks funny or has a second ear or something odd like that.”
“If she looks like you she’ll be a knockout.”
“And if it’s a hot-headed boy like his father.”
“Heaven help us.” We both laughed.
She let out a deep breath. “Are you certain, Brock? I mean…all that stuff about the age difference and …”
“Baby, one thing I’ve learned and its’ taking me a fucking long time to learn it—we can’t know what the future holds. We have to grab life by the balls while we’re on this earth. And we only have one life. I for one am about to live it to my fullest.”
She giggled and flu
ttered those beautiful eyes at me. “Grab life by the balls? Really? Did you read that somewhere?”
“Yeah, it’s my new motto.” I took her in my arms again and kissed her. “I’m going to be the best dad any kid ever had. I love you, baby girl.”
“I love you too.”
The End
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