My Ward My Woman

There were only a few moments when the outside world crept in. When the thought of how the people we knew would react to this new change in our relationship. Then I’d remind myself that I didn’t really give a fuck and I’d bury my cock deep in her to erase the shit from my mind.

I held her hips now as she squeezed out the last dribble of cum from my balls. Her hair trailed across my chest as she leaned down to kiss me. Her body was a mass of red and blue marks from where I’d sucked her, leaving my stamp of ownership for all to see.

I wanted to imprint my scent on her so that she would never be free of me, and I did it by fucking her as often as I looked at her. It helped that she was just as hungry for me. That each time I turned to her in the night she was willing to accept me into her body. Even when I fucked her while she slept all she did was pop her eyes open, smiled and took her tired ass back to sleep while her body answered mine.

“You make me very happy babydoll.” I kissed her one last time before lifting her off my dick and laying her at my side. She ran her hand over my chest and sighed with contentment. “I like when you call me that.” She looked up at me with all the joy she felt shining in her eyes.

If I was happy with the change between us I have no words for what she felt. I don’t recall the last time I’d seen her look this happy. Not just happy, it was as if she’d come alive. There was a new light in her that hadn’t been there before.

I brushed the hair back from her face and nipped her nose playfully, making her giggle. The sound reminded me of just how young she was and I squelched the bitter seed of doubt that raised its head. It was too late to second guess myself now. Plus I’d done my best to breed her each time I touched her, though I don’t think she realized that yet.

After the first time, it became almost compulsive. Every time I released, I had the thought in my head and a vivid picture of her belly round with my child. Then I’d have to fuck her again because the shit made my cock stay hard; like a built in aphrodisiac

“We have to have a serious talk about this change in our relationship, I…” She put a finger across my lips and looked at me with sad eyes. “Please don’t say you’re sorry.” I cupped her cheek and kissed her lips softly. “I wasn’t going to say that, when have I ever lied to you?”

She gave me one of her special smiles that went right to the heart of me before resting her head on my chest again. It was obvious that she wasn’t thinking about any of the shit that had been going through my head.

To be young and innocent again. If she’d given any thought to what this new development would mean, she didn’t show it. Or maybe like me, she didn’t give a fuck.

“I was going to ask if you had any questions.” I still wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation out of bed. I haven’t had time to think on how we were going to let the rest of the world know that she was now my woman. It was important to me that we handled it right for one reason. I wanted any backlash to fall on me, not her. I needed to warn her to let me know if anyone fucked with her.

We hadn’t done much talking in the last couple of days. When we weren’t trying to fuck each other to the hereafter we were too exhausted to do much more than sleep. Besides, I didn’t want to bring any of that negative shit into our bed. I didn’t want anything tarnishing the joy we both felt wrapped up in each other for those two days.

She was a greedy lover, and her appetite was almost as ferocious as mine. Once she got over the pain of losing her virginity the floodgates opened and all she wanted was to gorge her self on sex. I was more than happy to oblige. Though I had to remind her a time or two that although the gash between her thighs could go on forever, my dick needed to recuperate once in a while. Greedy fuck.

In between bouts of mind-blowing sex I’d run down to the kitchen and raid the fridge. I’d given the staff the last few days off, so we had the whole place to ourselves, and we’d made good use of it. There were cum stains and pussy juice all over the couch downstairs and I think we’d left some on the kitchen island too.