Unexpected Gift(63)



I grit my teeth, spewing my seed all over her stomach, but I’m nowhere near done. I place the tip of my cock at her virgin entrance and let my come unload from my sack, coating her inner walls and hoping my seed latches deep inside her.

“Let me feel your cock… inside me, ” she whispers, spreading her pussy lips apart as she stares where we are connected.

I snap my head up to stare at her, sweat dripping down my face. “Fuck yeah,” I snarl, settling further between her legs. Come is still leaking out of me, filling her pussy without breaking her virginity. I feel smug and ruthless, but I don’t care. This woman is mine.

Sitting up, I spread her legs apart again. She has a habit of closing them when she feels too much, and I want her to feel everything. I want her to feel every inch of me, and every drop of me—everything. Her hands reach back to grip the headboard, causing her tits to look perkier from gravity.

I spread her folds with my thumbs and look down as I inch my way inside her red velvet cake. She hisses from the intrusion, but I don’t stop until I feel the barrier. I lift my gaze to her and see that her eyes are shut. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you as I take you.”

She doesn’t listen.

“Open. Your. Eyes.” I press against the wall keeping me from being buried deep.

She snaps her eyes open and stares at me with those brown eyes. They seem darker, like a sex storm is brewing and I’m in the middle of it, about to flood her gates. I let her get used to the large, invading member. Her juices get me slick. So slick that my balls are dripping from her want.

I surge forward, settling every inch of my cock inside her warm, wet depths.

“Caden!” she cries, and my entire body tenses from the pain laced in my name.

Bending down, I pepper kisses all over her face. “I’m sorry, sunshine. I knew it would hurt, but I should have been more thoughtful.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She cups my jaw with her hand, staring me in the eyes. “I promise.”

I still see lingering pain, so I don’t move. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Just go slow. Let me get used to you.” She kisses me once, and then twice, until our tongues are dancing, twisting together in a desperate serenade.

I don’t move. I keep statue-still until she gives me the go-ahead. I know I’m big, but feeling how much I stretch her to the limits makes me realize I need to be a little more careful with her. I watch her facial expressions and wait until the wrinkles between her brows disappear before I start moving.

I lean back, causing the last few inches of my cock to lodge inside her, making her gasp. Her walls clench around me, making me groan. I look down to where we are connected, lovingly, and I pull out slowly until the only part of me left inside her is the tip. I don’t surge forward. I ease my way back in, and those wet sounds from my cock entering her pussy have my spine tingling.

“Caden…” she groans, reaching for me.

I take one last look between us and fall forward, letting her arms wrap around my back to hold me close. After a few minutes, I pick up the pace and sink further into her with every stroke. “Fuck, Molly. You feel so goddamn good.”

“Don’t stop.” Her nails scratch down my back until her hands cup my ass, sinking me deeper inside her.

I place one hand on the headboard and the other on her hip to gain leverage. “Are you kidding? I’m never going to stop.” This time, I let loose. I hammer my cock inside her. My balls slap against her ass. I make sure to curl my hips at the very end of each stroke to rub against her sensitive clit. I want her to come like this. I want her to come at the same time I do so her spasming walls milk the come from my cock.

“Caden, Caden, Caden,” she chants, meeting my thrusts with her own.

I fall forward and take her mouth in a frenzied kiss. I taste sweat. Hers or mine, I don’t know, but it tastes fucking good. “That’s it. Tell me who is fucking you, sunshine. Scream my name.”

“Caden!” She arches her back and moans.

“Louder.” I punctuate my word with a hard thrust.

“Caden!” she cries out, and I know she is getting close because my cock just became impossibly wetter.

I take my other hand and grip the headboard, using it to pull myself as hard and as fast as I can. With every ounce of energy and strength, I fuck into her relentlessly, banging the headboard against the wall. “Fucking louder, Molly.”

“Caden, yes!” She screams to the point where my ears ring, and her pussy clenches tight around me; almost to the point where I can’t pull out again.

She is so tight, and my flesh is so sensitive, that one more squeeze from her walls pushes me over the edge. I grunt, debating if I want to pull out and come on her stomach, but she takes the choice away from me when she comes again, wailing my name into the room and biting my shoulder. “Fuck!” I growl, blasting my seed inside her for the second time tonight. I bathe her walls, soak her most sensitive parts, and still ram inside her, pushing my come deep.

“I feel you. I feel it. Oh, god!” She arches her back, and her pussy tightens again, and I lift up, wondering if I really made her orgasm against just from mine. She moves her hand to where we are connected and feels our combined juices. I watch as she brings her hand to her mouth and licks our come from her fingers.

I could come again. I really could.

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