His Pumpkin Pie
“In here,” she whispers as we go into her room and she closes the door behind us. She pushes the little lock, but I see her stare at it for a second before she grabs the wooden chair nearby and wedges it underneath. “Sorry, my sister is nosy.”
I smile at her, and then Pumpkin jumps into my arms, and I fall backwards onto the bed. The springs groan and creak in protest, and she puts a hand over my mouth to smother a laugh.
“Shh, you’ll wake up my parents,” she whispers.
“Then I’ll take you on the floor.” I kiss her, and when she opens for me, I touch my tongue to hers.
I stand from the bed and place her on her feet as I begin to pull at her pajamas. Her hands push off my suit, and then she reaches for my belt as we hurriedly undress.
“After I have you the first time, we will talk.” I wait until she nods. “There will never be secrets between us krasota. Da?”
“Da,” she echoes, palming my cock and squeezing it with both of her hands.
I curse as I kneel down in front of her and pull her against my face. I lick between her legs, and she spreads them for me so I can feast on her cunt. It’s wet and warm, and my cock drips to be inside of her. She tries to be quiet, but her little moans please me, and I keep teasing her.
When she’s right at the edge, I lay back on the floor and hold out my hands to help her straddle me. Slowly she places her feet on either side of my waist and lowers herself onto my waiting cock. It’s standing straight up, so she slides down on it easily, and I hold her hips tight. I grind her down on me where I know her clit needs it most, and she leans down on top of me.
“Bury your face in my chest,” I whisper, and she does. “I’ll give you what you need.”
I plant my feet and thrust into her from below as her pussy squeezes me. I feel her teeth on my chest, and I welcome the pain as she marks me as hers. My hands tighten on her ass as I thrust faster and harder. The floor groans under us, but I’m too far gone to stop now.
“Mine,” I growl as possessive need takes over.
“Yours,” she answers as she tenses and then falls over the edge into ecstasy.
“I love you,” I say through gritted teeth, and her orgasm spurs mine. I cum deep inside of her as the walls of her pussy milk it from me. My eyes close tight, and I hold myself inside of her, letting nature take over and giving her all that I have.
Long moments pass after that with us staying exactly in this position. I kiss her neck and her shoulder and all the places I can reach without moving from this spot. I’m not ready to lose her warmth, and she isn’t in a rush to be free of me either.
“Earlier when I was upset…” she begins and leans up to look at me.
“Da?” I ask, waiting for her meaning.
“I said you were getting married and you said yes. Why did you say yes if it wasn’t true?”
A grin spreads across my face as I kiss her softly. “Because you are my bride, krasota.”
“Oh.” That’s all she says before she snuggles close and hums happily.Chapter NineteenPumpkinI let out a small moan, and Miller’s hand covers my mouth to silence me. He was using it to play with my nipples, and I hate the loss there. But with his hand on my mouth, there’s this edge of excitement that we could get caught. I’m in my childhood bed with a big Russian behind me who is doing dirty things to my body.
My legs are locked with his as he thrusts in deep. He’s using his other hand to play with my clit, and even though I’m trying to hold off the orgasm, it’s no use. My sex clamps around his cock, and I feel his warm cum pulse inside of me. The feeling of it turns me on, and we both go off together.
I never should have doubted Miller. The way he treats me and cares for me is what’s the truth, and I won’t make that mistake again. Next time I’ll go straight to him and ask, because I trust that he’ll always be honest with me.
“You are a witch with your pussy, krasota. I can’t control my cock when your cunt tightens around me.” He kisses my neck as he moves his hand from off my mouth, and I roll over so I can face him.
“I want to wake up like this for the rest of my life.”