The tip of my cock pushes against my underwear, slick with precome, my shaft sensitive and hot.
I bet she’d make such a perfect moaning noise as I slip between her legs, pressing my fingers against the wetness of her entrance.
And then I’d drive inside, fingering her softly at first, and then harder until her pussy is making steamy wet noises and my woman is gushing and screaming.
I try and stop myself, but the temptation is too strong. My mind is playing a high-definition scene of my Fiona on her back, her hands grabbing onto her naked tits, her fingers softly playing with her nipples as I loom over her.
Snarling, I’ll push up inside of her, my big cock disappearing into her youthful tight slit.
She’ll gasp as I crash into her, the animal unleashing, and now my hand is pumping fast, my breath drowned out by the mind-made sound of Fiona’s moaning, the squelching of her soaked entrance.
I flip her over in the fantasy, getting a greedy look at her ass cheeks. I sink my hands into her fleshiness, using her gorgeous fullness as handholds as I slam my cock into her. Her cheeks slap against my belly, bouncing back and forth, and then I imagine her creaming, waves of it squirting down my thick shaft.
My hand is moving quicker each second, slick as I rub it up and down my precome-soaked length. I’m gritting my teeth, the tip of my cock buzzing sensitively, all the heat coalescing in one orb of release.
I grunt as my seed explodes out of me.
Closing my eyes, I see Fiona twisting in her bent-over position, looking at me as her sweaty hair slides across her forehead. I come inside of her as she nods at me, willing me to keep going.
She knows there’s a chance she’ll get pregnant. She knows there’s a chance all our dreams will come true.
I lie back, opening my eyes as the come starts to cool on my belly.
Damn.
I didn’t want to waste my seed anywhere but her slit.
But I couldn’t help it. She’s too enthralling.
Even as I walk into the bathroom to clean myself, I can’t stop thinking about her, my cock twitching as though tempting me to indulge again.
I wonder how she’d react if I rolled up outside her house now, calling her cellphone to let her know I’m downstairs.
As the water blasts over my naked skin, I imagine her emerging from the apartment building in a silky nightgown. It’s the sort that flows around her voluptuous body, fluttering here and there, settling against her form like mist.
It makes my cock rock-solid in the shower, big beads of water clinging to the end before dripping off. I wash quickly, trying not to think of my Fiona with her thick thighs poking out of the bottom of a bathrobe, or her eyes getting even wider as she stares at my cock, or the way her face will light up when I bring her to an orgasm.
I have no idea how I’m going to get through work tomorrow.
Now that I’ve seen my mystery girl, there’s no going back. I’ll never be able to stop thinking about her.
She’s going to be in my thoughts, always, each and every second.
Lying back in bed, I close my eyes, counting the seconds until I get to see her again.
The next day, I sit outside her apartment, feeling like a beast who’s about to be let off its chain. I need to remember that that’s not what’s happening here.
Nobody is going to snap the chain from around my neck, freeing me, making it so I don’t have to use restraint.
If I went truly unleashed, I’d sprint across the street and drag her into the car as soon as I saw her. My hunger would force me to quickly remove her clothes, tearing them away, to reveal her precious wet mound.
Then I’d drive inside of her, fueled by the knowledge that this primal act may bring our family into existence.
I’d thunder my cock into her, relentlessly pounding her, as she bounced up and down and stared up at me with those fuck-me eyes.
I groan, leaning back, forcing myself to calm down.
My thoughts won’t stop swirling now that I’ve seen her.
When she finally walks out of the apartment building, I bite down, repressing a roar, a grunt, something. An animal noise that would make me seem insane.
She’s wearing a green dress, the same shade as her eyes, with a cut just above her knees. The collar goes right up to her neck, outlining her delectable breasts but revealing no cleavage.
Good.
That means nobody else will be ogling her. I’m not sure how I’d react if another man tried to get an eyeful of my woman, but I know it wouldn’t be good.
I know it’d end in a bad, bad way, and not for my Fiona, not for me.