Blowing His Horn

I wouldn’t have to wait long to fulfill one of my weird fantasies. For some reason, it turned me the fuck on to think about fucking Olivia with her big belly on display between us. Whether it was my inner Neanderthal or knowing we’d created a life together, I didn’t know. I didn’t care why; it was something I craved, and I intended to have it.

“Grab a condom from my bag, baby,” I whispered. It was on a chair right behind her, just a little too far for me to reach.

Once she’d found the foil packet in the pocket, she ripped it open with her teeth before taking out the condom and rolling it down my long, thick cock, making me groan. When she was done, I curled my hands behind her thighs and bent her legs as I lifted her to straddle me.

After another deep kiss, I let go and scooted back until I was sitting against the headboard. I crooked my finger, and she eagerly crawled over into the same position.

“Take me inside you,” I grunted as I moved my hands to cup her ass. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my cock, and I buried my face in her neck to muffle my blissful moan. Damn, after two years, she was still virgin tight. Once I was fully sheathed, I curled my arms under her knees and held them wide open, spreading my legs at the same time. Then I bent my knees slightly, planting my feet in the mattress and giving her a little support as she leaned back onto her hands. This position gave me a fantastic view of her glistening pussy and the erotic sight of my dick moving in and out of her.

I loved watching as we became one, then coming out covered in her essence, like a stamp of ownership. And Olivia—being the amazing and sexy woman that she was—had taken to keeping herself bare after I’d mentioned it one time. She said she wanted my view to be unobstructed, which was hot as fuck, and I’d given her multiple orgasms as a thank-you.

Using my feet as leverage, I raised my hips just hard enough to bounce her on my cock. She bit her lip and dropped her head back, her walls squeezing me like a vise. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I rasped as quietly as possible.

“Now who deserves a spanking?” she quipped sassily.

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing and slapped her pussy. Her whole body shuddered, and I almost felt bad that she was practically choking on her effort not to cry out. Except it felt too fucking good and my mind was quickly distracted when I began to punch my hips up in a steady rhythm.

As passion overtook my senses, I thrust faster and harder, making the bed squeak in protest. Unfortunately, the movement banged the headboard into the wall, causing us both to freeze and listen hard.

After a minute, we didn’t hear any movement, and I was sighing with relief when Olivia bore down on my cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I chanted in my head to try to keep from saying anything out loud.

I had just enough sense to know that we couldn’t stay on the bed. Irritation at her parents sparked inside me because they’d changed out the furniture in the guest room since the last time I’d visited. A little part of me wondered if her dad had done it because he suspected what we’d been up to and thought the noisy bed and loose headboard would keep us from fucking under his roof.

I almost laughed at the thought of him realizing it was usually Olivia who instigated sex at her parents’ house. Moving my hands to her ass, I held her close so I would stay inside her as I shifted to the edge of the bed. Then I slithered to the floor and set us in the same position, but with my back against the bed.

Except I didn’t hold her legs this time. As we began to move again, I extended my arms to cup her tits, brushing my thumbs over the nipples. Every time I did it, I felt a ripple rush along her inner muscles, massaging my cock.

As she climbed higher toward her climax, I pinched and plucked the hard peaks. Finally, she grabbed the sides of my legs, and her nails bit into the skin as she reached the pinnacle. I was there a second later and reached down to press on her clit, sending her flying over the cliff with me by her side.

I kept up the thrusting of my pelvis to draw out our orgasms until eventually, we both collapsed onto the floor. We were sweaty, panting, and completely satisfied. Olivia was still straddling me, with my dick buried in her tight heat, but her upper body was bonelessly sprawled against my chest. I bent my head and kissed her forehead. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” I whispered.