for me."
As her tits push toward me, I plunge, deep and fast. Her pussy is so tight, I feel like I'm forcing myself into a condom three sizes too small. She's strangling me, and it's the most painful pleasure I've ever felt. I'm not all the way in when I meet resistance, the cherry she left for me that was mine since I first met her.
Sophie’s body tenses as I push through, going where no one has gone before.
I kiss a tear from her cheek. "That was it, Sophie. Now let me make it better."
She doesn't speak, but she doesn't argue as I begin to move. In and out. Slowly, her pussy releases its death grip of my cock. Her come lets me move with ease, and soon she's moving too. Her back arches as her body moves in rhythm with mine.
I take turns between kissing her neck and sucking her tight-beaded nipples while my fingers reach between us and flick her oversensitive clit. Every time I do, small detonations go off as her core muscles twitch. But it isn't until our rhythm increases and both of our breathing labors that I know I have her on the brink of the best orgasm of her life.
"That's it. I want you to come. I want you to come all over me."
A few more thrusts and she does. Again, she's strangling me from within. Wave after wave of contractions. It's more than I can take as I explode.
Years of watching and waiting have built into a never-ending fountain as I fill her with my seed. Her whimpers and my grunts fill the air. We're crazy people as we both come apart.
When I'm finally done, I fall over her, my arms keeping most of my weight off of her.
I smooth her blonde hair away from her face and wait. Slowly, her eyes open.
“That,” she says, her voice shaky. “Earlier...but that..."
I don't pull out, loving the way her pussy holds me. "I promised to make it good."
She shakes her head. "You lied."
"What?"
Her small hand reaches to my cheek. "It wasn't good, Matt. It was fucking fantastic."
"You know it's official now. No denying that you're mine?"
"I think I've known that for most of my life. I just didn't believe it would ever happen."
"Sophie, we didn't talk about protection. Are you on the pill? I know some girls take it to regulate…” My words still as her smile fades. “What is it?”
“Is this another time when I can't apologize?”
“Yes. Protection isn’t all your responsibility. I knew what the fuck I was doing. Honestly, I want to hear that you're not on the pill. I want to think my baby could be growing inside of you right now."
Her eyes widen as her smile resumes. "You'd want that?"
"Yes, a thousand times yes." And then it's my smile that fades. "Unless you don't?"
Sophie moves her legs, reminding my cock of its warm haven. Her slight shimmy brings it back to life.
"I'd love that," she says. "To be a mom to your baby. After all, I'm yours, right?"
It's amazing that I'm still hard after all of that, but I am. And hearing Sophie admit that she's mine and wants my babies makes me even harder. I rock my hips, sliding my cock out and gently plunging it in and out.
"Only forever,” I whisper as I push in and pull out. I've never felt anything like her pussy. It's tight and smooth, like a silk glove. In no time at all, I find our rhythm.
She's so fucking responsive. As I move, Sophie is moving with me, a gentle rocking.
It's then that I remember her fantasy—fast and hard.
“Sharing fantasies demonstrates trust.” Dr. Kizer’s words come back to me.
Sophie shared hers.
Though it's the last thing I want to do, I pull out. Before Sophie can say anything, I command, “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”
It seems as though she's about to hesitate when a large smile fills her expression, and she obeys.
I stroke my cock, running my hand up and down. When I look down, I see it's covered in our silky, sticky come. It's then I notice the pink tint, the evidence of Sophie's gift to me. Her virginity is mine. But I want more. I want to be the only one ever to know the heaven of her cunt.
I lean my body over hers, my cock rubbing against her ass as my chest covers her back. With my lips near her ear, I say, "Sophie, you gave me my