I need to release my seed inside of her.
It’s my primal instinct.
“We don’t have a towel,” Honey says, looking back at me.
“We don’t need one,” I reply. I put my hand on her back and press her forward, having her bend over with her legs straight. Her breasts hang in front of her, and I bend over and grab one of them in my hand, squeezing it roughly as I grind my cock into her from the back.
I push my shorts down, freeing my penis against her lace panties. Those are going to come off in a moment, but first, I want to play with her. I like Honey to be at peak arousal before I enter her so that I can enjoy all the wetness of her tight pussy over my cock. I love the way it slides in when she’s dripping with anticipation.
Honey lets out a moan as I rub my cock against her pussy from the back, leaving a trail of precum on her panties. The fabric between her legs grows dark with her juices, indicating that she’s ready for me to enter her, but I still don’t pull them down. I want to draw this out until she’s nothing more than a whimpering slut for me. I’ll have my way with her out in the open, on our own little private beach, and she’ll give it all to me.
“Put it in, please put it in,” Honey says, wiggling her ass against my cock.
I clench my jaw, trying hard not to give in. Just a little bit longer, and she’ll be in the perfect condition. I have to wait just a little longer.
“God, I want you to stretch me out, Carter. Fuck me like you mean it,” she purrs.
I let go of her soft breast, letting it slap down against the other, and I stand up straight and tall over her. The backs of her thighs are pulled tight, and her pussy is a soft wet mound from behind, only hidden from my cock by a thin strip of fabric. My mouth waters at the sight of her like this. I need her now.
As Honey moans and rubs herself against my throbbing cock, I put both hands into the thin waistband of her panties, squeezing the fabric in my hands as though it could dissolve at my touch. I stare at her pussy as I yank them down suddenly and without warning, watching the sticky fluid cling to the fabric as it’s removed from her sex.
I marvel at how a woman can have such a perfect vagina. Many people don’t appreciate the intricacies, but I’m always astounded by how it can be so soft, pink, and inviting. I can’t wait to get myself inside and pump all the sperm that’s built up inside of me out into her body. I love to fill Honey up with my cum.
I grab Honey’s arms, pulling them back as I position the head of my cock at the slick entrance of her pussy. As I press into her, I use her arms to control the pressure, pulling her toward me like a toy. She enjoys every second of it, and she absolutely loves it when I take control. For all the banter and shit she gives me, she prefers it when I take charge. I have no problem doing that when my pleasure is involved.
No problem at all.
I sink into Honey, savoring her sweet tightness around my cock as I push into her warmth. She’s the perfect fit for me, smooth, slick, and warm, and there’s nothing I love more than the first few seconds inside of her, when she’s gasping and moaning, and I’m pushing further and further until my balls press up against her clit. The feeling is divine.
I look down at her pussy, watching the glimmering juices flow over the base of my cock as I pull it out an inch. I have plenty of inches to spare, but I want to go back in deep. It’s the best feeling, to be all the way to the hilt inside of my perfect wife. I hardly want to do anything else.
I pull her arms again, pushing back into her depths and getting another satisfied moan from her. The tension is coiling up inside of my stomach, rising from my feet to my groin, begging me to unleash my urgent seed into Honey. I move quicker, bringing myself up to the point of climax, but I don’t allow myself to tip over the edge.
I’m waiting for Honey.
With a shudder and a cry out into the ocean, Honey begins to climax around my cock, squeezing it and massaging it with her pussy until my body gives in and unloads hot semen deep inside of her. I feel it rolling through my, shooting out with enthusiasm as pleasure bursts like a firework inside of me, crackling through my nervous system and frying my brain.
Honey keeps going even after I finish, sliding across my sensitive cock and slathering it with my cum as she rides out the warm dull waves of pleasure that continue long after our orgasms are finished.
I look out toward the ocean, and I imagine that we’re alone in this world. Nobody else exists, and it’s just the two of us, together, forever.
Life with Honey is a life I never imagined having. On the day that I met her, she was quiet, reserved, and seemed far too innocent for a brutal man such as myself. As it turns out, she’s a lot more confident and naughty than had I imagined when I first looked into her eyes and tasted her lips. Things are always different than they seem.
We had a proper funeral for both George and Henry when we came back from the Kalahari Desert. The compound was abandoned soon after
