Paul covered his fingers and inserted them into her delicate, tight asshole. She was hot and tight, thrashing around begging for more.
He took his cock and guided it towards her ass. Her tight, beautiful ass beckoned to him. Paul had had so many dreams about this hot ass swinging before him begging for his cock, and now he was about to finally have her.
He thrust forward feeling her tight muscles resist and then finally give way lodging his head inside. Paul held onto her hips not allowing her to move. He sensed how desperate she was to thrust back and to lock him completely inside her, but he knew how painful it could be for the female if a little control was not asserted. If Rachel was going to love this then he needed to take his time. Control needed to be practiced. This was her first time, and it could go either way.
“Fuck me, Paul. Please.” Her begging was getting to him. He was pulled two ways, between giving her what she wanted and knowing what she actually needed.
Tapping her swollen clit he felt her ass tighten around him. Cursing, Paul strummed her clit bring her closer to the edge of orgasm.
Paul took her slowly, sinking more of his flesh into her ass. Once she’d taken all of him, he pulled and then pushed back in. He made sure to take his time, giving her the chance to grow accustomed to him. “That’s it, baby, take me. You’ve got all of me. You’re so fucking tight. I love it.” Paul stroked her back loving the way her ass tightened.
Paul stayed still inside her. He slightly caressed her engorged clit. He was completely embedded in her ass.
“You’re so fucking tight, milking my cock for everything it’s got.” Paul stayed still, stroking her nipples, trailing his hand down her stomach ‘til his fingers glided over her slippery syrup. “You’re soaking, babe, covering my hand with that sweet juice.”
Rachel moaned a deep throated moan. “Don’t tease me, Paul. Please, fuck me, make me come.”
Paul pulled out taking her hips and slowly made love to her ass. He kneaded each cheek, spreading her ass wide so he could watch himself enter her. He heard her whimper in need, with how tight she was there. He wasn’t going to last long. Paul leaned over her and retrieved one of the plastic dildos he had bought especially for Rachel. He’d kept it out of sight as he’d known what she’d been planning all along. Her head was bent forward, and there was no way for her to see what he was about to do. He positioned the ridged toy and thrust it inside her pussy.
Rachel jerked her head up, screaming out at the dual penetration.
“You like that, Rachel?” Paul asked thrusting the toy and himself deep inside her.
She screamed and climaxed as both Paul and the toy he was thrusting inside her brought her off. Her juicy essence leaked over the toy. He knew it was a poor substitute for him. Rachel had gotten quite vocal on how much she loved his cock.
“Get ready for this, Rachel,” Paul growled as with one final thrust he exploded his semen into the condom he wore.
They collapsed in a bundle of heat and exhaustion with him still deep inside her.
“No wonder you love that.” Rachel laughed looking into his eyes.
“I only want to do this with you, baby.” Paul told her seriously. The thought of being with another woman disgusted him. Rachel was his world now.
“I have only ever wanted to make love with you,” Rachel said. “It was the only reason I made that stupid request in the first place. I wanted you to see me, and I didn’t realise that you have seen me all the time and it was just Mitch in the way.”
“I love you so much, Rachel, I cannot even think of being without you. I’d rather die than not have you in my life.” Paul took her face, her beautiful face, the face that had been haunting him for years and kissed those delectable swollen lips. “Marry me, baby.” He whispered the words against her lips. He’d already spoken to Mitch about marrying her. Mitch thought it was a good idea but asked for them to plan the wedding for when he was present. He felt her draw a breath and pull back slightly.
“Are you serious?” she asked.
“With you I’m always serious.” He stroked her cheek loving the smooth, creamy feel of her skin against his own. “Marry me, Rachel, and make me the happiest man in the world.”
He heard her whisper “yes”, and Paul couldn’t contain his laughter. In the morning he’d tell Mitch he was getting married. For now, he wanted to hold his woman and bask in the knowledge he was going to get hitched.
The End