“Give it to me,” she gasps. “Fuck, it’s so good, so new. It’s…oh, Ben, Ben.”
Her words drive me on, the pleasure in them making me push deeper inside of her.
She vibrates intensely, her hands falling aside, freeing her breasts to bounce and shake.
I can’t help but growl as she moves her hips, shifting them down with me as I thrust up. Finally, I push all the way in, feeling her pussy wrap around every inch of me, right to my tip.
She feels better than I ever could’ve dreamed of.
I stare into her face. With her head turned aside, I’m free to study the way she takes the fucking. As we pick up the pace, her upper lip stiffens, all bratty like my Becca bee sometimes gets.
I just know she’s telling herself she can take my dick, telling herself she can take every inch, as I push myself in deeper and harder.
She turns, opens her eyes, and smiles through the earth-shattering pleasure.
“Are you…oh…watching me?”
“I only ever want to watch you,” I growl, pushing in harder, right up to my balls.
She reaches up, clawing onto my shoulders, looking into my eyes. We’re locked in pleasure, floating in this place together, as though neither of us can quite believe how lucky we are.
I can read the same disbelief on her face.
This feeling, this….
It’s unique to us, this moment, this relationship.
It’s unique to the future mother of my children.
It’s unique to Becca.
“I want it hard,” she whimpers.
I let out a shivering sigh, more of a growl, as I struggle to process her words. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
She shakes her head stubbornly. My cock twitches, the base inflamed with me buried all the way.
“I…I do,” she moans. “Please. Take me like you want. It feels so good. I was scared. But I was wrong. It feels so…so….”
She can’t finish her sentence, not when she’s given permission to the beast inside of me.
I pull out of her and thunder in quickly, letting my horny woman know how it feels when I claim her. I fuck her like only I ever will, take her so she knows that she’s mine and will always be mine.
She gasps like she wasn’t expecting it that hard, but then she starts to move up and down, grabbing those huge beautiful tits and moving them in time with my thrusts. My eyes fixate on them as we sink into our rhythm, finding it the same way we did during our foreplay.
I pump harder, thundering my hips, savoring every shimmer through her body.
The way she moves gets me most of all, like she can’t help but give in to the feeling that her instinct knows what to do.
And, of course, it does. Something primal and deep is bringing us together, making my cock burn into her tight sopping young pussy, making us know this is right even if we also know it’s wrong.
But I won’t think of that right now.
Time bleeds into nothingness, and all that matters is her, my woman, the feeling she gives me as I drive up between her legs. Her pussy is the hottest, the tightest, the sweetest, and the best.
I already know there’s never going to be any stopping us, not now I’ve felt just how perfect her body is. There’s no way I’ll be able to forget this feeling, making me addicted right away, after one taste.
Her moans are like music, shifting from tentative to confident to knowing she needs to take my dick like the good girl she is.