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She nods, and I stand, keeping my hand firmly on her sex and rubbing the flat of my palm around against her, feeling her legs spread just a bit to accommodate me.

“God, I want you, Blossom. So much.”

Working together, we strip her of that last item of clothing, leaving her naked in the daylight in front of me. She’s a sculpture of perfection. Her tits are amazing, yes. Huge, but balanced perfectly above a nipped in waist and lush hips that call for a baby in her belly.

That thought has my balls tight against me. I’ve never considered being a father before. Not until I saw her in the bar.

Yesterday.

It’s only been since yesterday?

It feels like she’s been my life for so long.

The image of her body, round with me, sends me into a near fury. I’m about to come undone with her scent swirling around and the sight of her standing willing in front of me.

I spin her around and place each of her hands on the back of the sofa, kneeing her legs apart and moving her hips, so they are where I want them.

Stepping back, I admire her for a moment while I strip my jeans and kick off my boots. My cock springs out, ready and seeping as I step forward, reach around and place two fingers in her wet slit.

“Good girl. Wet for me. You like being wet for me, don’t you, baby?”

“Um hum,” she whispers, and I feel her body angle her hips upward.

I use my other hand to guide my eager dick to her soaking hole. I’m on fire, and in one hard shove, I’m inside her as far as her body can accommodate.

She yelps as I bring my hands up to gather her hair and grip the crazy blond curls in my fist before settling my other hand on one of her swinging tits.

Her cunt wraps around me like a dream. I hold us still for a long moment, unable to believe how good she feels. I don’t even have to move; I could cum right now if I wasn’t fighting to hold it back.

The muscles of her walls squeeze and milk me, and I pinch her nipple.

“You want more?” I seethe, feeling her body twitch and grip as I knead and milk her incredible tit.

“Yes. I want you to move. Please…”

“I like when you say please. I want you to say please before you cum. You understand, Jessie? You need to ask before you cum from now on.”

“What?” She turns her head a bit, but I hold her hair tight, pulling out a few inches then slamming back inside her, balls deep, making her gasp and moan.

“Ask before you cum,” I order before I begin pounding into her.

Squeezing at her soft flesh as it moves under her body, I arch her neck back toward me by the hair.

She moves up onto her toes and gives me another inch of depth inside her, and I move my hand from her tit, down to her clit and begin circling it with two fingers.

“Fuck, baby, you’re about to squeeze my fucking dick off. You like that, don’t you? Such a sweet, filthy girl for me. I love that. No one would know how dirty you are.”

With that, she creams all over my shaft, and it drips down and off my balls.

“God, Torin…”

Fuck, I love how she says my name while I fuck her. Like I’ve never heard it before.

“Yes, baby?”

I let her hair go, moving both of my hands to wrap around her waist, holding her body still as I fuck into her without mercy. She’s so tight, her body clamping down around me, so I can barely get my dick in and out.

“Please…” She half yells, half screeches, as I already feel the pulses of her cunt start.

“Good girl.” I grit out, leaning down and biting into her neck, and that’s all it takes. “Let me feel that cunt cum on my cock.”

She starts to cum, and I’m right behind her, filling her again as she shakes and calls my name over and over.

For a split second, I imagine her with someone else’s name on her lips. It throws me into a fury. In my work, I’ve seen jealousy push people to do horrible things.

I’d never considered myself the jealous type before. Not until now. Now…God…I’d tear into anyone that put a hand on her.

We stand there panting as I look at her ivory skin and see the mark of my teeth. A rush of ownership washes through me, and I struggle to know the new man that has taken control of me since yesterday.

“God.” She drops her torso and rests her head on the back of the sofa. “Can I tell you something?”

I love how our fluids are leaking out of her and down the fronts of my thighs. I hold my cock deep inside her, running my fingers down the wave of her back, admiring her from above.