Pretty Girl

I slide in a little, and her wetness makes it so easy.

“Oh,” she breathes, pushing her hips up, begging for more.

“I love you,” I tell her right before I push inside of her, breaking the barrier of her virginity.

Her mouth falls open and I lock my lips over hers, taking in her small scream. Her fingernails dig into my back. I stay as still as I can, but my cock jerks on his own, cumming deep inside her. Unable to control myself, I growl into her mouth. It’s a bittersweet feeling. I know she hurts and here I am knowing what heaven feels like.

I pull my mouth from hers and kiss her face. “I love you, too,” she rushes to say. “Love you so much.” My eyes lock with hers, but she doesn’t look like she’s in pain. No, she’s smiling up at me.

Her words send me over the edge and break my control. I pull out and thrust back in. She moans my name, and her eyes fall closed in pleasure.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her as I thrust in and out of her. I already feel ready to cum again. “Say it again,” I command.

“I love you,” she moans. Her tight pussy sucks me in and out. With each thrust, it tries to grab hold and keep me. Fucking greedy. I never should have been worried that I wouldn’t fit inside of her. She was made for me.

Her hard nipples rub against my chest. Her breaths become shallower. I know she’s about to cum and she’s going to take me with her. I’m already fighting it.

“Cum inside me.” Her legs wrap around me again. I already did once. I hadn’t even thought about what it meant in that moment. I couldn’t have stopped it if I’d wanted to. But now she’s asking me to do it.

I press my knees into the mattress and grip her chin so our eyes are locked. “You know what you’re asking me?” I grit out. I’m fighting myself from cumming already. Not until she does.

“Yes, please,” she begs.

“Never beg me. I’ll always give you what you want.” Her pussy locks around my cock as she cries out.

“Mila.” I cum with her. Her pussy holds me tight, sucking every drop of cum from my dick, begging for more. I give it all to her. I roll so she’s on top of me. Her little hips jerk as her orgasm rolls though her.

I rub her back, telling her how much I love her as our breathing evens out. My cock is still inside her. Still hard.

She shifts, moaning a little. She leans up, and I grip her hips. “Pretty girl.” I give her a warning. She shifts again, making her tits bounce.

“What? I want more,” she pouts, batting her eyelashes at me. “Feels like you do, too.”

“Are you sore?” I still her movements. Fuck, I want more, too, but not enough to cause her pain.

“I’ve never felt better,” she sighs. I loosen my grip and she rocks her hips.

I reach between us, stroking her clit. Her head falls back, and her long hair hits my thighs.

“Fuck.” I know I’ll never get enough of her, and with the way she’s acting, I’m not sure she’ll ever get enough of me either.

My eyes fly open when my watch vibrates, alerting me that someone has triggered one of my sensors. I slide out from beneath my girl, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before covering her up and slipping out of the bedroom. I rush down the hallway into my office. I key in my password to my computer and I hastily get dressed.

“Motherfucker,” I grit when I see who set off the sensor. I send Sam a quick text wishing I could just deal with the fucker myself. A lot of land out here. Be hard to find a body if you wanted to hide one and knew how, but this fucker’s absence would be noticed.

I shove some zip-ties into my back pocket and my grab my night-vision goggles before heading out. I lock the door and start making my way towards him. It’s pitch dark out. The prick will be lucky if he doesn’t hurt himself before I get to him.

I’m pissed and relieved that he’s here. We had the perfect day. After we finally pulled ourselves out of bed, I cooked her lunch and showed her around. I’ve always been proud of the land and the house I built, but seeing Mila light up about it took it to a whole other level. I want nothing more than to lie in bed with her, but I also want this prick done with.

I had a feeling it was him. The way he tried to make it like he wasn’t looking at her as much as he was. The anger he tried to mask, but I could feel coming from him. I also knew he’d been pestering her agent for her number.