I hold my breath because there’s nothing fun about knowing your heart is about to be ripped to shreds.
At the first hot swipe of his tongue through my folds, a quiver shakes me from top to bottom. I nearly lose my mind. All my objections vaporize.
I feel his lips, his hands, his tongue. He's stroking and licking and tasting. He's thorough, meticulous, punishingly playful. Meanwhile, I'm struggling to breathe, struggling to hold back my shouts. A fiery wave of pleasure sweeps in and I crumble like a sand castle. I collapse onto the mattress like an orgasmic pile of wreckage washed ashore.
Damn, I'm corny and I know it. But that's what Walker does to me.
He drops his jeans and boxers then crawls up the bed, putting kisses along the length of my body. I lay my palms on his muscular thighs and coax him until he's standing upright. I sit on the edge of the mattress and take his thick shaft into my hand.
The man growls as I bring my lips close to his throbbing crown. "What are you doing, Penn?"
I drag the flat of my tongue along the spongy flesh, swiping through his salty precum. "Let me taste you, Walker. Fuck my mouth." I stroke his length.
A shiver moves through him. "Dammit, Princess," he groans, gathering my hair up and wrapping it around his fist. "Just when I thought it was impossible for you to get any hotter."
I grin and he slides his cock across my tongue. At the next burst of his precum, something breaks loose in me. A hunger, a primal need for satisfaction. I suck him. I go hard. I'm wild with passion.
Walker grips my hair and drops his head back, his hips bucking as I work my mouth. I know he's holding back, he's clinging to control. But I want him wild with me, wild for me. I draw my hands up the backs of his thighs to grip his ass and press him closer to my face.
That's when he loses his shit.
His cock slams into my throat, again and again. I swallow his shaft to the hilt.
I'm such a liar.
We're both fucking liars. Trying to convince ourselves that this is necessary...
None of this is strictly necessary. The kissing, the touching, the foreplay. None of it is strictly necessary for the task of making a baby.
This shouldn't be about pleasure. This isn't a physical declaration of love.
This is about human reproduction. Pure and simple.
It's supposed to be clinical, sterile, impersonal. Just like they taught in high school Biology class.
But I am all in. Body, mind, spirit. All of my fucking heart. I try to detach my emotions from the physical act taking place. But I can't. I am so very fucked.
"Jesus, Penny. Fuck." I look up at him and it's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. My beautiful beast losing control for me.
He pulls my hair at the roots and I feel it in my nipples. I groan deep and Walker shudders when the sensation ripples through his cock. His knees falter. His balls tighten, like he's about to come. I need his cum inside my pussy.
Urgently, I grab his narrow hips. All it takes is a slight pull and he collapses on the bed. That's when I grab his dick by the base, climb over his body and slide down his cock till he's filling me to the hilt. He lets out the ferocious roar of a wild animal.
Walker is beneath me, a prisoner to the pleasure I'm giving him. He plays with my breasts, rubbing my nipples, goading me on. I ride the fuck out of him.
He palms the back of my head and jerks me close so that my tits are squeezed against his muscled chest. He kisses me, hard and dirty, amplifying the dizzying sensations coursing through my system.
I always knew it. I always knew he'd be rough and demanding and passionate. I knew he'd be the kind of lover who'd get lost and draw me deep into the wilderness right along with him. Even from below, he's a fierce, territorial alpha inside me, dominating. Taking what he wants while giving me exactly what I need.
He fucks me from below, whispering filthy shit into my ear. “Your pussy is so wet and tight and hot. It’s fucking perfect for me…I know you like how this big dick stretches you out. You’re fucking dripping on my cock…That’s it. Ride me hard, Princess. Take what you need.”
I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out. My skin is hot and tight all over. Sensations rush through my limbs. The muscles tighten at my core. "I'm about to come," I groan in a voice I barely recognize.
His fingers run up the front of my throat with just enough pressure to make my clit feel like it might explode. "I'm gonna fill you up, Princess. I'm gonna come inside you and fill up your pussy with my seed. You want that? Tell me you want that."
"God, I want that."
He detonates inside me, his seed exploding into my throbbing channel. He stiffens and groans as his cock jerks madly. And I couldn't hold out even if I wanted to. I'm coming so hard, shaking the walls with my shouts.
The man holds my face in his hands and watches me with fascination. "Look how pretty you are," he groans. "Look how pretty you are when you're coming on my dick."
When I collapse, he catches me against his chest. He holds me to his pounding heart. A thick, glittering emotion fills the room.
I bury my face against his warm pecs, trying to hide from a truth that's blindingly clear. This is so much more than we bargained for. I wonder if he can feel it, too.
27
Walker
I’m in the back corner of the barn, the part that’s covered in hay that someone forgot to sweep. I’m trying to get an ancient tractor to start. The
