by Daphne Dawn
As my tongue darts in and out of her soaked pussy, I knead and squeeze her ass. Meanwhile, my cock’s throbbing and demanding a piece of the action.
I pull out of her and position myself so my dick is right at her opening.
“Please, Daniel,” she mumbles, and I don’t need further invitation. Slowly, I slide my cock into her.
She’s tight, as always, but accommodates my massive girth. I grab her hips and pull her toward me as I push deep inside her.
“Yessss,” she hisses, and I can already feel the walls of her pussy contract.
To make the most of this, I start off slow and steady. I pull out and then gently push back in.
Rose has other ideas. She tries to get me to speed up.
“Come on, Daniel,” she begs, “faster, harder.”
With her legs still draped over my shoulders, I lean forward and push deeper into her.
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper, and then I let loose. I start pistoning into her like a fucking V-8 engine.
She meets each of my thrusts with a little upward push of her own.
I watch her tits bounce from side to side.
I let go with one hand of her ass and reach for the delicacies. As soon as I pinch her right nipple, she lets out a high-pitched squeal.
Her pussy is grabbing my cock so hard I fear she might strangle it. It’s as if she’s trying to fucking milk me of all I’m worth.
With a flame flickering in my abdomen and spreading at phenomenal speed, I can feel myself building up to a huge orgasm. It won’t be long before I come.
Beneath me, Rose’s body is tensing and shaking. With each thrust, my cock’s expanding and stretching her pussy.
“I…not…long,” moans Rose, and I can feel her orgasm explode inside her. Her muscles contract, and then she comes—really fucking hard.
A few seconds later, I release outrageous amounts of cum, and I can feel the condom fill to almost overflowing. A combination of heat and molten lava spreads through me.
As wave after wave of pleasure invades each and every part of my body, I stay deep inside her and wait for the pulsing of my cock to subside.
When I finally collapse on top of her, my cock’s still in her. I stay like this for what seems like forever.
I rest my head on her chest, between her tits, and revel in the afterglow. Her fingers run through my hair. Beneath me, I can hear her wildly beating heart.
It feels satisfying to know how much pleasure I just brought to her.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she whispers as I pull out of her.
I roll onto my side next to her and let my finger trace little circles around her breast.
“Remind me what the question was,” I say playfully and smile. Of course, I really do know what the question is, but I don’t want to talk about it now.
I know I’ll have to discuss it with her sooner rather than later, but I’d rather it’d be later.
Rose smiles.
“I think you’re trying to distract me,” she replies, and I raise an eyebrow in innocent protest.
“Distract you from what?” My other hand is on her ass.
She has a fucking great ass—soft and fleshy. I can’t get enough of it. Just thinking about her ass has my cock stirring again.
Instead of a reply, Rose rolls onto her side, giving me better access to that most delicious body part of hers.
Fuck. Yes.
I waste no time.
Rose
I watch him peel off the condom and furrow my brows. I mean, it shouldn’t be a problem because we haven’t agreed to anything yet, but it’s odd he’s always got one of those things with him and uses it.
I mean, we’ve had sex several times. That hardly qualifies me as an expert on his habits.
It’s difficult to think when his hands are on my ass. I can hardly believe my pussy is already begging for more. He really stretched me before, and yet I crave more.
So much more.
He rolls me onto my stomach, and for a while, I just lie there and relax into his hands. I can even feel the tip of his cock push against my ass.
Would he, I wonder―but stop myself thinking further along this line.
I mean, maybe he’s out of condoms. How many of those things does he carry with him?
I sigh and push those thoughts aside. Right now, it doesn’t really matter, does it? I mean, we haven’t agreed on this whole baby bargain thing yet, anyway.
But I sure hope he understands he’ll have to ditch the latex for me to get pregnant.
Oh, stop worrying, Rose. Daniel’s a man of the world and understands the principle behind the birds and the bees.
I tell myself to stay with him and enjoy the ride. Maybe he just wants to be sure about our deal before we take any chances. And really, he’s probably just looking after me, because I barely know him.
I feel his fingers scoop up my own juices and smear them over my ass cheeks. The sticky liquid feels good on my hot body. Catlike, I stretch and lift my upper body off the bed.
I glance back at him, and to my surprise he’s rock-hard again. He’s got his long, thick cock pointing right at my ass. There’s no rubber. Hmm.
Before I can complete the thought, I feel the tip of him push into my most private hole.
I suck in my breath. I’ve never let a man go there before. I feel like it should hurt, but my body pushes against him of its own will to meet his juicy, meaty member. I want this.
His hands are on my pelvis, fingers digging into my flesh. I’m up on all fours now and can’t help but squeal a little as he pushes deeper into me.
I fucking love how he feels invading my body like this. I want more.
I throw my head back and arch my lower back. I don’t know how much more of him I can take, but I want it all.
Just then, I feel his balls slap against my ass.
He thrusts in and out of me slowly, and I meet him on each thrust. I’m surprised at my own body and at the delight it’s experiencing at this amazing new sensation of being fucked in my tight little hole.
I can’t believe I’m enjoying this so much. If one of my ex-boyfriends had tried to do this to me, I doubt I would have agreed.
But there’s something persuasive about Daniel. I want him in every way.
It becomes difficult to continue any coherent thoughts. Wave after wave of pleasure races through me, a bit like how the waves lap on to the beach in a never-ending, continuous pattern.
I’m not sure how much pleasure I can stand before I lose my mind. The other day, I overhead someone say, I want to fuck her stupid, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that could happen. Could I go mad from too much pleasure and sex?
It sounds silly, but right now, I believe it might happen. The world seems to be going out of focus, and my body feels filled with a sticky, sweet substance.
I’ve got no control over my limbs. Not that I could go anywhere anyway with Daniel’s huge cock inside my hole.
Suddenly and without warning, he increases his pace. He’s going from adagio to allegro. Soon, all I can hear is the sound of his balls slapping against my flesh as he thrusts into me.
Briefly, I wonder what he’s up to next. Is he going to come inside me? Then, without warning, his hands leave my hips and find my bouncing breasts.
He cups and kneads and squeezes them.
“Oh, Daniel…pleaseeee…” I’m not really quite sure what I’m begging him to do. My body is up in flames, and I think any second I’ll pass out from pleasure.
His cock seems to be growing with each thrust and stretching me more and more, filling me fuller than ever before.
Oh, Daniel, I think this time, because my voice fails me.
As if reading my mind, which I myself am unable to do, I feel one of his hands leave my breast and push against my pussy. Shock waves pulse through me.
I’m not sure how he manages to pummel harder and faster into me and at the same time use his long, skilled fingers on my pussy.
The initial pressure of his hand turns to a push against my clit with his index finger. He circles it and then ever so gently moves from side to side. The small movements have huge effects on me. An avalanche of emotions.
Fireworks explode in my lower abdomen and my insides feel as if they’re on fire. A volcano erupts and spreads hot molten lava to each and every one of my pores.
If he keeps this going, it won’t be long before I’m going to erupt in a giant orgasm. I fear when that happens, I might just go up in a puff of smoke.
Of course, I know this won’t happen, but that’s what it feels like. I mean, I have never in my life read in the news about any disaster like going up in smoke during the act of sex. Who knows? This could be the first one.
Now here’s a strange turn of phrase if ever I heard one—act of sex. Sex isn’t an act, it’s so much more. At least with Daniel.
Sex is, well, I don’t know, just about the best fucking thing ever.
But then again, it’s only become the best thing ever since I’ve been having sex with Daniel. Before, I guess it was pretty ordinary. It was only an act.
I sigh.
I’m thinking too much and not living in the moment and enjoying what the man is doing with my body.
The intensity is building, and I think I can feel him building up to his own orgasm. I bet it won’t be long before he’s going to shoot his load everywhere.
But I’m stopped from any further thoughts when my pussy pulses and clenches in a fucking massive orgasm. It grabs at the fingers inside of it, and just then I feel him stiffen, slowing down a little, before pushing into me deep and hard. There’s so much intensity in his thrusts that he unbalances me a little and my elbows buckle.
Then I feel it. He totally unloads inside of me. Jet after hot jet of cum fills my ass, spilling out and trickling down my thighs, and I shiver and shake and ride my wave of pleasure.
It’s fucking amazing to feel him cum inside of me, and I smile as I feel myself overflow with his sticky cream.
There you go. If he can come in my hole, I’m sure he’ll be able to come in my pussy when the time’s right.
After all, there’s no hurry. I don’t know what I was even worried about. It was crazy, really.
When each and every last drop is poured out inside of me, Daniel pulls out. He collapses on the bed next me.
I lie on my side and stroke his cock, covered in juices. It feels so delicious. I want to just suck on it and lick and reward it.
So without further thought or invitation from Daniel, I slide down and let my tongue get to work. I wrap it around his tip and then kiss the top of it gently. My hands grab his balls and roll them from side to side.
I feel his long thick shaft come back to life pretty quickly, with my tongue licking and caressing it.
After a while, I wrap my lips over it and suck part of him into me. I go about halfway down and suck on his dick like candy. My eyes meet his, and I can see him moan with pleasure.
“Fuck, Rose, you’re fucking perfect.”
If there’s one thing I like to do, it’s to reciprocate in the pleasure department. And so I suck and lick and squeeze.
But I want more, and so I take all of him in my mouth. At first, I’m not sure how far I’m going to go, but I don’t need to worry. It seems natural to take him right into me, all the way down my throat.
There’s no gag reflex. On the contrary, I hungrily suck on his huge bit of meat. I bob on him up and down and revel in the knowledge I’m making him grow and thicken with each suck.
It doesn’t take long before Daniel’s hands reach up and grab my head. He’s forcing himself even deeper into me, and I happily oblige.
When his muscles start to tighten and his cock pulses, I know he’s about to come again. I get ready to try and swallow his load.
Five, four, three, two…and here it comes.
Fountain-like, he erupts in my mouth, and I do my best to swallow every last drop. I feel a bit of it dribble down my chin.
When he stops unloading his cum into me, he pulls out of my mouth. With a grin on my face, I glide back up and kiss him.
He returns my kiss, and I nuzzle into his chest.
It feels amazing here in my bed with him. I feel happy. No, I feel ecstatic and on top of the world.
I know for sure now. I want to have this man’s baby.
The deal is on.
Daniel
The buzz is gone now, but after sex, I still have the same lingering apprehension that fights me in my head and lurks there like a fucking time bomb.
I saw it. I didn’t fucking imagine it.
I saw the way Rose quizzically glanced at me when I pulled the condom from my pocket.
If I’d gone against my gut feeling and addressed the issue, the moment would surely have been ruined, and instead of helping Rose put on her shirt right now, I’d be alone here for certain.
“Thanks for making me look presentable again,” Rose laughs as I zip up my pants.
“You never stopped being presentable,” I tease and get a blush from Rose in response.
The adrenaline rush of sex still flushes my cheeks, and my heart is pounding. Walking to the bathroom, I take one look at myself in the mirror and realize that the awkwardness of the condom moment is not going to flee from my mind without a fight.
Turning around, I see Rose brushing her hair with a vacant expression on her face.
“Rose?” I call out to her.
“Hmm?” she asks with a satisfied sigh.
“Do you want me to go now?” I swallow hard, hoping the awkwardness is all in my own head.
Rose immediately shakes her head, giving some reassurance to my troubled thoughts. She gives me a funny look, as if she’s trying to analyze what I’m thinking and get inside my mind.
“Do you want to go?” Rose asks, furrowing her brows.
I slowly approach her as if she’s a lion in a cage because I don’t want to set her off-balance more than she already appears to be.
When I’m only inches away, I place a hand on her arms and give them a gentle squeeze of affection.
“Do you want to go with me, or are you going to stay?” I whisper, casting my eyes down at her gorgeous face.
Rose seems to be contemplating her answer, formulating it in her mind. I watch her as her features move with her conflicting emotions.
“I’ll just let everyone know that we’re going.”
She shrugs with ease, and I struggle to discern what will happen next.
My first reaction is to heave a sigh of relief. It’s clear as glass that Rose is suspicious of something, and the little condom problem I have might place a wedge between us unless I find a savvy way to figure this shit out.
But we also just had some of the most amazing sex of my life, and I think she feels the same way. There’s a connection there between us. Something real that has nothing to do with babies or heirs or fucking condoms.
I’m not going to lie, I’m scared shitless that when time comes, when we make this deal, I may not be able to deliver.
I usually wouldn’t give a fuck. I’m not the relationship kind of guy. Or at least I wasn’t.
But no, I’m not sure where the fuck my head’s at. Rose has this intense effect on me, and I’m losing control fast.
I bite my lip and cast my eyes to the floor, not wanting to look Rose in the eye right now. If I do that, all my secrets might be revealed.
Wait a minute…isn’t honesty always the best policy? Or do you sometimes run the risk of hurting the ones you care about the most that way?
I run my hands through my hair and pace while Rose goes to say her goodbyes. Looking out the window, the darkness mirrors the way I feel inside. I’m not in a panic yet, but I suppose I need to tell Rose now before everything blows up in my face.
Everything could go wrong if I’m elusive. Like the night sky outside the window reflecting back to me, it’s not fair for me to leave Rose in the dark regarding something
of such importance. Not with what she really wants out of me.
She comes back in just a few minutes.
“I think I spoke to everyone, and we can sneak out of here without doing the walk of shame,” she says with a laugh.
We walk out of the bedroom, and her relatives bombard us as soon as we appear. Well, so much for that.
Rose looks like a deer in headlights. I can’t deal with this shit right now, but I know I have no other choice but to take one for the team.
Her tipsy uncle with the receding hairline approaches me and points a finger directly in my face, reeking of booze.
One of her female cousins whistles and claps, teasing us and asking us where we’ve been. Rose turns beet red and, honestly, I feel incredibly sorry for her in this moment.
Who knew a birthday party could turn into such a spectacle and fiasco?
The drunken uncle takes wobbly steps around me. I have two choices here. I can either blow it off, take it all in stride, and appease Rose, or I can punch the guy in the face and run out the door before I’m kicked out.
Obviously, the latter choice is a bit of an overkill, so I decide to take a deep breath and give the uncle a polite smile through my clenched teeth.
That’s when Rose’s father approaches and pats me on the back, as if to say, Way to go, son.
What. The. Fuck.
As if this moment can’t get any more embarrassing.
I shoot a glance at Rose, who looks absolutely mortified, but her cousins are all doting on her and playing with her hair as they whisper and cluck back and forth with Rose in the center.
“You’re going to treat this one right, aren’t you, boy?” The balding uncle is making the accusatory statement, trying to afflict me with some sort of emotional damage or some shit.
“Absolutely, sir,” I respond affirmatively, but holy fucking hell is this awkward.
No matter, though. I’m not looking at the uncle, I don’t give a flying fuck what his drunk ass thinks. I’m caught up in staring at the beauty and splendor of Rose.
“That’s great to hear,” Rose’s father gives me another unwanted slap on the back, but I smile at him with attempted enthusiasm.