Last time I let her do it. This time, I might not. I might trap her on the bed and teach her how much she likes it. Under the covers, in our bed, she needs to give herself to me. I can feel it pulsing through her veins the same way it’s coursing through mine. We belong together.
I hiss as my fingers make contact. Her little white panties, so simple, nothing seductive yet they kill me. And she’s warm, so warm as I cup her mound. My first touch of what’s mine. I stifle a groan it feels so good, but I want to preserve the silence, even if it’s just to allow her to pretend. She might want to keep her eyes closed, fake she’s still asleep so she can allow herself to do what she wants. Her brain says no, but her sweet little pussy is pushing back into my hand, asking for more.
That’s when I feel it, a perfect damp spot. My fingers go still on it, pressing there, memorizing it. The slick arousal seeps through, my virgin’s needs on display for me. Any conflict, any doubt or guilt I may have felt vanishes. My woman needs this. She needs me to take over and teach her little virgin pussy how good it can feel.
I pull her panties down, wanting them all the way off but not wanting to risk it. She still hasn’t opened her eyes, hasn’t spoken to me. Her nipples are standing out, pressing and insistent through my T-shirt. I’ll get to you, I want to tell them. I’ll give you your time. But right now it’s my woman’s pussy that’s going to get served.
My fingers up again between her legs, I have to bite back my groan when I feel how slick and hot she is for me. It’s like sinking into paradise. My mind goes black, the urge to rut and breed nearly driving me insane. This woman is mine. I’m going to fill her with my seed, plow into her mercilessly over and over until she’s growing my baby.
But first she’s going to cum. Working in a rhythm, I coax her, draw out her slickness, tease that swollen little bud. I’m pressed against her side, my cock grinding into her plush ass, but I’m so much bigger than her I can look down see her face. Her mouth is open, those berry pink lips parted, little pants coming out.
That’s good. I smile, knowing she’s enjoying it. She’s not ready to admit it, but that will come. I’d break her down, make her body take over, teach her how she needs to be my little slut. She needs it every hour of the day and night, she needs no clothes on, me taking her mouth, her pussy, her ass like a savage beast.
Subtle, only a slight shift, she pushes her ass against my cock. That’s it. I shift and nestle my huge shaft right between her cheeks, right where I can pump it.
My fingers move faster, taking her further. She’s conflicted, but her pussy isn’t. I’m going to give it what it needs.
Her eyes open, but she starts pushing against me, bucking into my fingers. It’s the little sound she makes that finally makes me snap. It’s a coo, a breathy plea for more, not a word but a primal calling to me, her mate.
I fall on her, my mouth to her neck, licking and sucking. I want to mark this virgin, brand her, make her mine forever. First she’s going to cum for me. She’s so close, her body trembling, her breath coming in pants. She’s working in rhythm with my fingers, grinding back, asking for more. She’s dripping wet, gushing for me.
She tenses, trembling, and I growl, knowing this is it. Her sweet little mouth parts wider, her eyes finally opening as her orgasm engulfs her. I sink my teeth into her tender throat, sucking, marking as she moans and gasps, cumming into my waiting hand, creaming for me like she was made to do. I milk it from her, taking it all, making her shudder and quake as I lick her neck.
She’s mine now. She’s mine to take and teach. She’s ripe and ready for more.
She shifts, looking up at me and I’ve never seen her look more glorious, flushed and glowing, her hair around her on her pillow. I take my hand from her pussy and bring it to my lips, giving my fingers a long, slow lick. I have to close my eyes to savor her taste, so perfectly sweet and salty, her own brand of nectar.
When I open them, she’s across the room running for the door. I watch her for a second, my body sagging heavy. Really? She’s running again?
She opens the front door and flees the cabin. In bare feet and a short-sleeved shirt in the northern Wisconsin winter. This shit is getting old. Soon she’ll learn she can’t get away from me. She’s never getting away from me. She’s mine.
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