Protecting Freedom

I push forward another inch, and she whimpers, but I’ve never felt anything so fucking good. It’s tight and hot and so goddamn sticky sweet.

“Fuck, let me in, sweet pea,” I say as I press my forehead to hers and thrust in a little more.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, but I keep on going, needing desperately to have as much as she can take. I pull back and then slide into her again, feeling her relax a little this time. She’s getting used to the invasion.

“That’s it, just like that,” I praise her. “You’re doing so good, sweet pea. Absolutely perfect.”

I pull out, and this time I look down to where we’re connected and see the streaks of her virginity on my cock. My jaw clenches and I growl as I thrust back into her, only to pull out and stare at it again. It’s a badge of honor to wear the blood from her untouched pussy, and I wish I could keep it on there forever.

I was right when I thought she was a quick trigger because she’s already clamping down on my cock like a vise. Her back arches against the wall and she closes her eyes tight, her pussy pulsing and her whole body flushing. I watch her cum and it’s so fucking beautiful I don’t want it to end. I don’t stop as I help her ride the wave of pleasure until she’s boneless.

“You on the pill?” I manage to grunt out as I thrust into her tight hole.

“No,” she moans. Her eyes are half closed and she’s looking at me with so much want in her eyes.

“I’m not pulling out,” I say, and it’s not up for negotiation.

If I get her pregnant I’ll take care of her and the baby. She’s mine, so there’s no point even discussing it.

“I want to feel what it’s like when you cum in me,” she says innocently. That knocks the air out of my lungs. She’s giving herself to me. Not just tonight. That’s what her words mean. At least to me.

“Be still,” I order, and she stops moving her hips.

I thrust my cock as far as I can without hurting her. I grab her hand and then bring it down to where we’re connected and put her palm against my balls.

“Feel it right here.”

Her little fingers explore the sack, and I press my forehead to hers and finally let myself give in to what I want. She makes a sound of surprise when cum pours out of my cock and into her in waves. My balls tighten and she massages them as my release moves up my shaft and into her waiting pussy.

I almost choke from the force of it and the image of her hands on me while I cum. I have to gulp in air as my legs become weak and I try with all my might to hold myself up.

“Fuck, I love you,” I say, burying my face in her hair.

I wrap my arms around her back and pull her body against mine. Feeling her bare tits against my chest feels so right. I never want clothes between us again.

When I’m greeted with silence, I lean back and look into her eyes. I touch her chin so she’ll look up at me, and I see tears begin to form there.

“Hey,” I say, and suddenly I’m filled with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you mean that? Or is that just what you say after sex?”

“Honor, I’ve never said that to anyone before.” I lean forward and kiss her lips gently. “And of course I meant it. I wouldn’t say it otherwise.”

Her smile is so bright it could light up the White House, and I kiss her again because I can’t stand not doing it.

“Sir!” someone barks from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see one of the guards has just burst into the room and broken the lock.

“Get the fuck out!” I shout, because I’ve still got my dick in Honor.

He quickly runs out and closes the door behind him as I pull out and then yank my pants up.

“Oh god,” Honor groans as she covers her face with her hands.

“It’s okay. I’m going to take care of this,” I say, and she pulls her hands away to look up at me. “I swear nothing will take you from me, and I’ll make this right. I love you.” There is not a hint of doubt in my words, and she nods. I pull on my shirt and see my communication earbud on the ground. I must have yanked it out when I took my shirt off and not noticed. Shit, they must have been trying to get a hold of me. “Get dressed and go in your room.”

“Okay,” she says, grabbing her clothes off the floor before she goes to her closet.