I push right into her, shuddering as we both find her sweetest spot almost instantly, which makes her moan even louder, her hands gripping me has mine clench harder than ever onto her ass.
Filling her with my cock, her thick thighs soft against the tensed muscles of mine, along with my weight meeting her hips stroke for stroke. She feels so right, the perfect fit and I know she’s feeling the same, our bodies melting together, fitting like a custom key inside a very special lock.
There’s so much of her I want to explore, but right now I can sense she wants to come for me, to come on my cock, to show me how much she’s been wanting me.
Trudi like to fuck, I get that much straight away. And she likes it rough as much as she likes things slow and gentle. We feel our way through peaks and troughs of intensity, with her smiling, laughing, grinning and even almost crying at times as I work my rod in and out of her like a piston. Pleasing her and teasing her, feeling the build up to her first climax with me inside her.
“Kane…” she cautions me, but there’s no need to warn either of us about anything.
I want her to come so I can fill her with my seed, with our future family.
She’s gripped with a rigid spasm, her whole body arches and stiffens, cueing me to enter her as deep as I can, holding myself as she shudders to climax. I push my cock deep inside her, letting it draw out her orgasm, which seems to go on and on before she shows any signs of it subsiding, which is when I know I can’t hold mine any longer.
“Come in me Kane,” she begs, “Make our baby… take me and… Oh!”
She starts to come all over again, and I feel my own release mix with hers.
I collapse and roll over onto my back taking her with me, and she keeps the climax coming by pumping herself up and down on me, my hands clutching onto her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Trudi
I can add ‘lost my virginity’ to my list of crazy things that have happened in the past twenty four hours, and it’s still only Wednesday.
I collapse onto Kane, with him still inside me. We’re spent from our union, but by no means finished, I can just tell.
He’s still hard inside me and I think I’m getting the hang of this sex stuff. All the fears and phobias I had, my body image issues, all went out the window once I realized it’s who Kane wants me for, not just what I look like.
I’m still shaking, shuddering with tiny then major aftershocks and I can feel he is too.
Is it like this for everybody, all the time?
I don’t know, but I know how I feel about the second time coming thanks to Kane on the same day, and I know I’m hooked.
“Is there anything you aren’t great at?” I ask him, gasping to catch my breath, sitting up while straddling him still, feeling his full hardness returning as he starts to massage my chest again, teasing my nipples back to bullets.
“Until today,” he says thoughtfully, reflecting as he looks past me for a moment, “I thought I was impatient. But I think I waited long enough to claim you as mine.”
I smack his chest softly, “I think you wasted a half a day, you should’ve just bent me over the crappy couch in my apartment, like I wanted you to,” I tell him and we both laugh, until I have to stop to gasp again, and he growls, gripping me tight by the hips, and I start to grind down on him again, feeling him in a whole new way, in a new position, watching his look of total approval and satisfaction as I twist and turn on his cock all over again.
Kane’s hands never leave my body once, and I feel like he has ten hands at one point, with his huge size and those magic fingers, working their way across, around and all over my whole body, all the while as I pump up and down on him until I can’t hold back any longer and feel myself gushing harder than before all over him, drenching us both and making him come just as hard a second time, deep inside me.
I feel like my legs are numb, but I want this feeling forever. I can’t bring myself to get off of him and even when I finally do try, he pulls me right back down into position with his hands firmly on my hips.
“You’re not going anywhere, just a while longer,” he says, making a satisfied pleased sound. The kind I know he makes when he gets what he wants.
I feel different now. Not just like a grown woman, a real woman to match my real man… I feel…
“Can you get pregnant your first time, and just know it?” I ask him. And I see how wide his smile is, how shiny his dark eyes are, looking up at me.
“I was gonna ask you the same thing… Mommy,” he says, tickling me and making me laugh until he lets me take his wrists flat to the bed, our faces almost touching.
“I’m serious,” I tell him, and he flexes inside me again, making me clench on him in reply.
“I think we just made a baby,” I tell him.
“I know we did,” he says with a firm conviction, flexing again to prove his point.
“How do you know?” I ask, “Or is it just because I mentioned it just now?”
“It’s… because…” He says firmly, gripping me by the wrists suddenly, and flipping me over while still keeping his semi-rigid cock inside me.
“I’m
