His Gift

“Please?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and I chuckle.

“Like you have to ask,” I whisper against her lips as I lift the hem of her shirt and pull it up. Throwing it somewhere onto the floor behind me before I push her gently back and onto the mattress.

While I get undressed myself, I admire her naked body sprawled out on the mattress for me. Even though she’s gained some weight, she is still tiny compared to me, but we have learned to make it work.

Spreading her legs, she pulls up her knees, giving me the perfect view of her pink and already wet pussy.

“I’ve been playing with myself,” she admits shyly. “So… I’m already very wet and ready for you.”

An approving growl that sounds more animal than man rips from my chest. “Have you now? Show me… how you played with yourself.”

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly lets her hand trail down her body and between her legs. Letting her fingers slip between her wet folds, she wastes no time and sinks her middle finger into her tight channel. I take my dick into my hand and give it a few good strokes, imagining being inside of her.

She moans when she adds a second finger, and that’s when I’ve had enough of her show, no matter how fucking sexy this is, I need to be inside of her now.

Grabbing her by the hips, I flip her over onto her belly and prop her up on her hands and knees. I groan as I move behind her and guide my cock to her entrance.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

“Yes… please,” she begs breathlessly, and I thrust forward, burying myself inside of her. Her tiny pussy quivers around my length, and Rose’s moans echo through the room. I don’t stop, I keep thrusting into her, a little deeper each time until I’m almost all the way in.

Only when I feel the end of her channel pressing at the head of my cock, do I stop pushing deeper.

“So full,” she mumbles into the sheets. “But so good…”

“Yes, so fucking good,” I growl and thrust harder and faster while ensuring I don’t hurt her. When the urge to see her face becomes too much, I pull out of her. Just long enough to flip her back around onto her back. Then I enter her in one long thrust, leaning down, so my body is covering hers.

Her tiny nails drag across my back, giving me a bite of pain with my pleasure.

“Ohhhhh…” Her pretty eyes widen and her lips part, and I piston my hips, relishing in the feeling of her tiny pussy clenching all around me, strangling my cock.

While she falls apart, I push forward to the finish line. My balls are aching and on the verge of exploding. I need to come inside her tight channel and fill her up with my sticky seed.

“Fuck…fuck…” I hiss as I press feverish kisses against her chest. Like a flash of lightning zinging across the sky, I start to come. Stilling inside of her, I feel every clench of her tiny pussy, and every twitch of my cock as I empty myself.

Panting, I press my clammy forehead to hers, “Be my wife… my forever… my always. Be that?”

For half a second, she seems shocked, but then a smile splits her face.

“Yes! I’d love to be your wife,” she answers eagerly and presses a faint kiss to my lips. I let my eyes fall closed and allow myself to absorb the emotions I’m feeling. Elation. Joy. Happiness.

My sweet Rose wasn’t just a gift. She was my salvation. And I’ll spend the rest of my days cherishing her. Forever and ever.

The End