Proving Paul's Promise(71)

My hands sink into her panties to cup her ass and draw her forward. “You’re going home with no panties,” I say next to ear. She shivers and nods. I rip her panties at the hip and pull them out of my way. I need to be inside her. I need in her now. I can’t wait. I can’t stop.

I unbutton my jeans and shove them down just far enough, along with my boxers. She takes me in her hands and squeezes my shaft. I hiss out a breath. “Fuck me,” I say. “Fuck me now.”

She lifts up and positions me at her center. Then she sinks down slowly. I arch my hips, pressing deeper inside her. I can’t get deep enough, so I use my fingers to spread her open and push farther.

“God, you feel so good,” she whispers. “So big like this.”

“Am I hurting you?” I stop and let her rest on me, her silken walls sheathing me.

She bounces, and I sink in to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Be still for a second.”

“How many times did you jack off while I was gone?” she asks against my lips.

“None.”

She laughs and squeezes me inside her. “Are you telling the truth?”

“You’re going to find out when I shoot off like a sixteen-year-old if you don’t stop doing that.” She’s squeezing me inside her, and I feel like I’m going to come undone.

“Doing what?” she whispers. She squeezes me again.

I grab her bottom and tip her forward so that with every retreat, she rides the ridge of my dick.

She cries out my name. “Paul! God, Paul!”

She’s so f*cking wet that my balls are slick, and I don’t let up. I continue to pull her forward and back, holding tightly to her bottom. “God, Friday. I need for you to come.”

She looks into my eyes, adjusts our bodies, and leans back so that she’s resting on her hands, with her weight on my knees. I look down between us and I can see where I’m buried inside her as far as I can go. My dick is shiny in the dim light, and her cream coats me. Her legs are spread wide and I can see her hood piercing, so I cover it with my thumb and start to massage it as she bounces on my dick. I have to close my eyes because I can’t watch her tits move. I can’t watch her mouth fall open. But even then I can feel her breaths, hot and humid.

She rides me, taking me hard, and I massage her clit. Her legs begin to quiver, and her arms start to shake. Her rhythm falters, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me,” I say. “Please.”

She cries out. Then she stills and her walls milk me, clenching tightly as I rub her clit in small, tight circles the way I know she likes. She comes hard, and I let her ride it out until she shoves my hand away.

She sits forward. “Now you,” she says.

She rides my dick, taking me in her slick hole over and over, and I push through it, holding off for as long as I can. I can hear the smack of our bodies together, all tight and wet and hot.

Suddenly, she pulls my hair. “Open your eyes,” she says. “Look at me.”

I open them, and it’s like I can see her soul looking back at me.

“I f*cking love you so much,” she says.

“I’m going to come inside you,” I warn.

“I know.”

Suddenly, she grows even wetter, and her mouth falls open, and I realize she’s coming again. She’s coming on my dick, and I join her, pumping all the way through the orgasm as she looks into my eyes.

“I f*cking love you,” I tell her as my dick begins to go soft inside her. She falls onto my chest and collapses there. I wince as I slip out of her tight little body, and I’m already thinking about how soon I can get back in there.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to want to start using condoms after this baby gets here,” she says.

“Good. Because I’m going to get you pregnant as soon as you have this one.”

“Okay,” she says. And I can feel her smile against my chest.

I palm the back of her head and tug her hair so she’ll look up at me. “Okay?”

“Yes. Get me pregnant. Please. Make a baby with me. Make our family bigger.” She throws her arms open wide. “I want it to be f*cking huge.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“You’re in, Paul.”

“Yes, I’m in.” I’m further in than I ever dreamed she would let me be.

We sit there for I don’t know how long. But finally, we have to move. “I need to go and talk to my brothers,” I say.

“I know.” I use her torn panties to clean us up, and we fix our clothing. I go and turn off the projector, and we sneak out the same way we sneaked in. Only this time, we’re hand in hand.

We get to the apartment, and I’m not surprised at all to find all my brothers and their partners there. They’re quiet as we walk in the door.

Friday goes and changes into her pajamas, since she’s not wearing panties, and I go to my brothers. They deserve an explanation.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“For what?” Matt bites out. I can tell he’s angry.

“For making you wait. They gave me the news, and I freaked out a little.”

“Why?” Logan asks.

“Guilt.”

“For what?” This time, it’s Pete.