Except for the two days of her period since she moved in more than three months ago, I’ve fucked her. I mean to say that not a day has gone by since the first time that we haven’t been fucking except for those two. Maybe it’s not the quantity or quality; maybe I just fuck her too hard and dirty.
But each time I tell myself to go slow, to be a bit more romantic in the sack, it blows up in my face. All it takes is her looking over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes, her hair like a wild live thing, and I’m pounding her to glory. Even when I roll over and into her pussy in the middle of the night, we always end up damn near breaking the bed.
So if the way to breeding her calls for slow and gentle with three-day breaks in between fucks, she’s not going to get bred anytime soon. And more is the pity because I’ve become obsessed with getting her with my child. Who knew that fucking her too much would work against me?
Now I’m trying this tantric thing I read about to see if that would help. All It does is give me blue balls while I’m fucking. I’m like a sleeping dog dreaming about running. Her pussy’s too tight for this slow shit. She has the type of pussy that makes you want to fuck her into submission. I want to tie her to my bed and leave her there for my pleasure.
So how dare she even think that she was going outside with her pussy on display for other men to sniff at? Her ass whippings don’t seem to be doing the job anymore, but I know something that just might. “You know, I’ve been saving your ass for after you were bred, but since it’s taking so long, I think I'm gonna take a detour from my original plan; hop-up. I tapped her hip to get her moving.
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I don’t think I trust that look in his eyes. I slid off his cock, and it plopped down between us before bouncing back to settle somewhere around my navel. Hot sticky and wet and so red. Why does it always look so angry and mean? ‘Get on your hands and knees; I’ll be right back.” He walked into the bathroom while I did as I was told.
My eyes followed him when he came back into the room, but I couldn’t see what he was carrying in his hands. I tried looking back over my shoulder, but he caught me. “Eyes front.” I turned my head back around and shivered with anticipation. I find a whole new level of excitement in how much I trust him.
Not just sexually, but in every way. For the last few months, I’d just given myself over to him, living my life at his whim. Except for the Darla-Sue thing, we were coming along great, and my heart was full to bursting with all the great things he’s done for me.
I guess I was starved for love and attention and hadn’t even known it. Mom had been too busy making a life for us, and there was no dad around. I don’t want Gregory to be my father, obviously, but I do get an extra special feeling when he treats me with care. I love when he takes me shopping or the many surprises he gets me on any given day.
I find, though, that it’s the fact that he’s the one doing it that means more than the actual gifts. And he’s so giving, so free with his time and money. Like when he just gave me his new brand SUV that he’d only driven for five months. It had been custom-made to suit him, so it came with all the bells and whistles and a hefty price tag.
He didn’t care. All he cared about was the fact that I didn’t own a car. It didn’t matter that he drove me to work each day and brought me back home in the evenings; he wanted me to have a car for the times that he was not there.
I’ve stopped getting looks at work and around town now that everybody knows that we’re together though I’m sure they haven’t stopped talking. My mind jumped back to the here and now when I felt something cold in the crack of my ass. Then his fingers made their way down to my pussy, and that same cold feeling was there too.
I heard a sopping sound that I later realized was the sound of him greasing up his cock. And then, that poking at my ass. I knew it was his cock and not his finger because, through the coldness of the lube, I felt the wetness of his precum.