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“Eaton, we can talk about this after.”
Making her think I’m in agreement, I drive into her, fast and deep, until I feel her clamping down. Without warning, I stop. This is torturous, not only for her but for me too, but I’ll do whatever it takes.
This time, she growls. The rumble of frustration comes from deep in her chest, and I just hope she doesn’t cut off my balls after this. “Are you joking right now? Please tell me this is some kind of prank.”
“Move in with me.”
“If this is how you want to play, fine. I can get myself off.” She pushes my hand away and relaxes as she masturbates right in front of me. I hadn’t planned on this, but okay. It’s time to fight fire with fire.
“Does that feel as good as my cock, Jenny?”
The use of her real name has her eyes popping open. “Nearly.”
“Oh yeah? What about my cum? I was planning on shooting all over your pretty petals so you could play with our combined juices, but if you can get the same results by yourself, then by all means. I’ll just go in the bathroom and give this load to the toilet.” I go to move, but she tightens her thighs around my hips. “Change of heart?”
She chews on a finger, her mind warring. I know this is unfair, and I almost feel bad about it, but then I picture her in my Alaskan king-sized bed and know I’d move mountains to get her there. She’ll forgive me once she sees how well this will work.
“I’m not giving up my apartment until I’m sure this isn’t a mistake.”
“That’s fine.” I’ll pre-pay six months of rent to prove to her how amiable I am, though I’m not about to tell her that right now. I’m sure that’d cause a whole new argument, and I really, really want to bust a nut all over my girl now.
“I can’t believe you’re withholding sex to get your way. That’s low.”
“Not sex, Baby Cakes. I’m withholding my white honey.”
“For me, it’s the same.”
I reposition at her entrance and push inside. “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes, Eaton. I’ll move in with you.”
I lean over her and take her mouth, pouring all my glee into the kiss. Once I’m sure she’s breathless, I pull away. “You’ll be happy there, you’ll see.”
She tries to hold back her smile but fails. “Whatever. You got your way, now fuck me and show me how much cum you’ve made for me.”
“You got it.” I take a minute to give her tits some attention, knowing this interruption probably chased the orgasm she was working on away. Then I pull out and bury my face between her legs until she’s wanton and writhing. Winding her up turns me on, so by the time I’m thrusting back inside her, I’m good to go.
“Oh fuck.” My balls tighten, and I try to stop the rush of tingles, but I’m powerless against the way she’s clenching around me. I pull out and fuck my fist. Cum shoots out of me like a rocket, and I aim for her pretty pink hole. If I can’t plant my seed inside her pussy, I’ll water her with it.
I’m still dripping from my tip when Jenny’s small hand reaches between her legs and rubs my creamy white cum all over her cunt as she masturbates. Wanting to add to her pleasure while also playing with fire, I push two fingers inside her, and in the process, some of my baby making juice as well. They taught us in middle school all about how long our swimmers live, but I didn’t pay attention because I knew I’d always glove up. I had no idea there was a Jenny somewhere out there waiting for me.
I stroke her G spot with one hand and palm her breast with the other, watching as this beautiful woman blossoms before me. Her little whimpers make my flaccid cock twitch, and when she bears down on my fingers, I groan, imagining being inside her and feeling it. I watch as her pouty lips part, her back bows, thrusting her tits out, and her cute little toes curl into the mattress.
I would die for this woman.
Falling to her side with the biggest, goofiest grin, I drape an arm over her middle. We both need to clean up, but I need a goddamn minute to process. Jenny’s legs fall to the side and her hand is still between her legs. I love that she gets so turned on by something that came from me. Even if I have to take a little blue pill when we’re older, I’ll always give her what she wants.
She turns her head to look at me. “Do you really want me to move in?”
“I do.”
“Are you a morning person? You seem like you’d be.”
“I am.”
She cringes. “I knew it. You should know I’m not, and if I have to be up before nine, don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee.”
“Noted.”
