Though we were still relatively new to one another, and certainly not an official couple, we were man and woman then. Me, weary and wanting from a long, hard day. Her, soft and yielding in her desire for me.
I couldn’t hold back for long in the face of that sweet sensation, the way her pussy clenched to my dick and clung to it. Each time I would pull away, it felt like it was pulling me back into her.
All over my torso, my muscles clenched, my abs and pecs bulged, and the fire in my loins rose from my balls up along my shaft. I was letting loose a deep, thunderous roar and my whole body was quaking.
My release was at hand and I had no intention of pulling out. I wanted her, I wanted a life with her, I wanted it all. And I wanted to cum in her more than anything. I buried my dick in deep, and I blew such a thick, virile load of cum deep into her, jamming the crown of my manhood against her womb and unleashing all I had to give.
“Tyler!” she screamed, and it was in absolute pleasure. The throes of her own desire burned for me and she was losing it as I came. Grinding against me, her little pussy milking my cock with such need.
She wanted me to fill her with my cum just as bad as I wanted it!
We writhed together, lost in rapture in the final moments. Her fertile depths soaking up my rich creamy seed, taking every last drop until I was panting over her, my hard body glistening. I fell atop her when all was done, and we laid in the grass, kissing and making out until the sun came do
wn.
Rosa and I had a strange start, I’ll confess. And any other fella would’ve told me I was hasty and impetuous when we first made love in the grass. But I never regretted a moment of it. Not even with what came after.
Nope, to the contrary.
Looking down at her beautiful face between my thighs, working my dick up and down in her mouth as she knelt on the kitchen floor… I knew it was all perfect. We’d had six months of bliss together, and it was just another morning.
We completed each other. I know, I know, cheesy, but it was true. She spent all her time caring for me, giving me things I didn’t even know I was missing or wanting in my life.
And each night, when we held one another and exchanged ‘I love yous’, I felt more certain that we’d be together forever.
She smiled up at me as she licked my cock, never hasty with her work. She truly appreciated it, and she had that glow. You know, the glow pregnant girls have? She definitely was glowing.
Nothing made me happier than seeing my Rosa parade her naked little rear about the kitchen. Nothing more than seeing her gently lower herself down to her knees, mindful of that round, pregnant belly, to suck my dick, that is.
My cock swelled, spurted some precum and I couldn’t help but moan aloud. She’d been working my dick for so long, and I was near release. I could feel it in my balls as they slowly tightened, that slow, aching fire that burned up my shaft.
“That’s it Rosa,” I groaned aloud.
She could read my body, my words so well, and she knew to speed up just a little. To suction her pretty mouth around my cock and start going up and down with that perfect tempo.
I couldn’t see them with my head knocked back and my eyes shut, but I fantasized about her heavy breasts, rested on that pregnant swell. Saw them within my mind as she worked my cock to fruition.
Those pouty lips and that moist tongue siphoned my climax from me, and I blew the thickest, creamiest load of cum that I’d had since I’d first knocked her up, half a year before. My sweet Rosa, my fingers in her hair, took it all down. Every last spurt upon her tongue before she swallowed it down, catching the last few spurts as well, until my thick, meaty shaft was done and I had no more of that salty gift to give.
I pet her head and smiled down at her, breathing heavily from the intense pleasure.
“I love you, Rosa,” I said affectionately, knowing and feeling it to be absolutely true. As true as any man ever loved a woman.
“I love you,” she said with such adoration, her dark eyes sparkling at me, my cum still upon her lips.
I don’t think either of us could’ve been happier.
Lucy
The Fertile Farm
Book Themes:
Virgin, Barely Legal, Breeding, Creampie, Older Man / Younger Woman, and Taboo Relationship
Word Count:
5,477