Jett means it when he says he wants a family.
Wants us.
“You’re even bigger than before,” I gasp, unable to understand just how massive he feels. And not just between my legs
His whole body is taut, every fiber of his muscles is tense in the best way possible.
Jett Masters. Illusionist. Magician.
All focused on me and nothing else.
He grunts and shakes his head, one of his large fingers tracing my lips before he replaces it.
Kissing me while he pushes inside me, little by little.
Or should I say, not so little by little…
If he’s a magician with his tongue, there’s no illusion as to the magic of his cock.
And even before he’s all the way inside me, I’m wide-eyed, gasping his name over and over swearing like a pirate. Feeling like I’m being stretched in the hottest, wettest and horniest, most delicious way possible.
I want more, and he just keeps delivering until we both groan louder, his manhood pulsing inside me, balls deep.
Filling me perfectly as it clicks just how well we snap together despite our size differences.
Like we were made for each other in every sense.
Our bodies are the perfect knot of man and woman.
The girl in me disappears with a low moan of ecstasy.
The woman in me wakes up, needing to have my womb filled with his seed.
Already feeling his love for me and mine for him. With so much more to share it makes sense to have a family.
A dozen babies, why not?
“Ah! Jesus,” I moan louder, not caring if the whole world knows how we feel right now. I feel more connected to everything than ever before. Something about being naked, doing this out under the stars.
It feels so… Natural.
So perfect.
Lifting my hips higher, I discover just how deep Jett can go, and it’s as if each moment of him claiming me, showing me how it’s done brings a new dimension of pleasure.
Brings us closer by the second, even though we both know without saying another word we could do this all night, and all day tomorrow.
And every day and night after that.
He thrusts hard and fast bringing me to a place I never knew existed. My body buzzes with bliss, his cock hitting a spot that causes me to cry out.
Jett’s whole body shivers as he growls how tight I feel.
How good I look.
It’s one thing to hear him say that when I’ve got your clothes on, but to hear him say it and mean it when I’ve got my ankles wrapped around his ass as he’s pounding me deeper than a ditch?
It’s something else.
My rising climax hits a breaking point as grips my hips and he pistons into me.
Both of us want more but are way too horny for each other to contain ourselves for too long.
My hands start to slip on Jett’s smooth but very hard body.
A sheen of sweat is covering both of us as I realize I might not be such a prude after all.
We’ve been thrashing and pounding at each other for god knows how long, but I feel him stiffen again, his breath shuddering with his arms on either side of me as he looks deep into my eyes.
“Our family,” he rasps, and I feel myself let go.
My climax starts from my head and ripples down to my toes as I feel Jett’s own orgasm pulse deep into me.
Filling me with what we both know is a new life.
A baby born of passion, with a mom and a dad who will love them, no matter what.
Jett’s body tenses, his breathing sharp and irregular, I almost ask if he’s okay until I see my hands lift from his body.
They’re shaking uncontrollably, my climax is still going strong in tune with his own.
It’s some time before we both feel like two people again, the oneness between us is still there though.
Permanent now, but once Jett rolls over next to me, spent. I can feel just what he means by him giving me his seed, giving us a family.
I hold my hand to my belly, ignoring my scientific mind that’s telling me stuff like this is just my imagination.
That it’s impossible to ‘know’ so soon let alone experience cell division in a few minutes.
But it’s there. The seed is planted and when I feel Jett’s hand slip silently over mine, we both lay quietly staring up at the stars.
The whole universe is above us and below us, inside us.
“You feel it?” he asks, as my body gets a chill, my butt feeling the cold ground, I murmur that I do.
“I mean the night… the forest… the whole cosmos,” he whispers.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him, having to agree that the night sky, this night so far with him. “It’s just… beautiful.”
Just perfect.
“You sure are. I mean, it sure is,” he agrees and I turn my head just enough to see his smiling face lit by the glow of the fire.