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“More,” she whines. “I’m so horny, Eaton. Please.”
“What my girl wants, my girl gets.” I turn the vibration on and rub the shaft up and down her slit. “Your first orgasm will be just like this.”
She moans each time I rub over her little nubbin, and her hips move right along with me, directing the toy where it feels best. It doesn’t take long before her breathing kicks up a notch, and her cries of pleasure fill the room. Her little kitty drools all over the toy, making lube unnecessary as I push it inside her. I gently work it into her snatch until she’s taking it balls deep.
“You’ll give me your second orgasm just like this.” I note her reactions as I fuck her with the toy, figuring out what she likes and what she doesn’t until I know exactly what to do to get her off. She rocks her hips as I move the toy in and out of her body. Her ass jiggles and her tits sway, the exact image I’ve had in my head all day, and I can’t wait until it’s my cock driving inside her.
“Oh god,” she grits out.
“This cock is going to fill you with chode nectar, making it easy for me to slip inside next. There’ll already be so much cum inside you it’ll leak out around my cock and drip down my balls. Then I’ll spurt inside you, and you’ll be leaking the white stuff for a week. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Eaton. Holy shit. Yes.”
I crank up the vibration and give the toy a twist as I shove into her. Her thighs quiver, and my eyes are locked between her legs, watching her magical pussy take everything I give her. Pretty soon, I’m not moving the dong at all, and she’s fucking herself by rocking back and forth in short, quick movements. I reach under her and pinch her nipple between my knuckles so that whenever she moves, it stretches her rosy tip beautifully and makes me wonder if Jenny would be into some nipple clamps.
Who am I fooling? Of course she would be. There’s probably a set in her drawer right now. My girl is a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets—every man’s wet dream.
“Come, Baby. Then you can compare and contrast my cock versus the phony. I’ll expect a five thousand-word oral report by the time you explode around me.”
“Fuck!” she screams, and her cunt clamps down so hard it nearly sends the toy flying out of her. But I hold strong, tilting it to ram against her G spot. Suddenly, a gush of warm wetness hits my hand and splashes onto the bedding, and it’s not the toy. My eyes widen, and pre-cum oozes from my tip at the realization that she just squirted.
My whole goddamn life, I’ve wanted to make a girl squirt, wanted to feel the rush of fluid and know that I did it to her, but it never happened. None of my previous partners even wanted to try, but my Jenny does it all on her own, naturally. God could strike me dead in this moment and I’d die the happiest man to ever live.
Not wanting to waste the loaded gun in my hand, I squeeze the balls of the toy as I fuck her through her orgasm. I revel in the white, creamy cum that coats the shaft and her swollen pussy as I pump in and out. I can’t take my eyes away from the erotic sight and the absolutely obscene sounds her love muffin is making. All too soon, her movements slow, and I gently ease the toy out. I don’t need to be told that she’ll make a show out of squeezing the man mayo from her cooter, and she doesn’t disappoint. As if in a trance, I watch as it drips from her juicy lips.
Stick a fork in me, I’m done.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” I say.
“Did I just. . .?”
“Fuck yeah, you did.”
She lifts onto her knees and looks back at me. “Eaton, I’m so sorry. Grab a towel before it soaks into your?—”
“My mattress is just fine.” I stand on the side of the bed, flashing her a shit-eating grin before pushing my boxers down. “Iron Wood Furnishings. Remember?”
“Wait.” She narrows her brows, pointing an accusatory finger at me. “Did you start this company so you could have wild monkey sex and not worry about the consequences?”
“I mean, it did flash through my mind once or twice.” I kneel on the bed, pressing my front against her back. The ass I can’t get enough of cradles my cock so comfortably. I run my hands up and down her body, loving every curve and valley. She squirms when I knead her soft lower belly. “You have no idea what your body does to me.”
“I feel what it does,” she sasses. “But women don’t tend to like their flubber played with.”
“This is not flubber. This is cushin’ for the pushin’. When I touch your body, all I feel is a sexual playground that’ll someday be perfect for carrying all the babies I put inside you.”
“Eaton.”
“What? You’re so surprised that’s where my mind goes?”
“No, it’s not that.” She sniffles, resting her head back on my shoulder while I palm her breasts.
“You don’t want kids? Because it’s not a deal breaker for me. Growing old with you is enough.”
“No, it’s not that. Having children has always been a dream of mine, but I never thought it would become a reality. As the years pass and I get older, I realize that couples typically take some time to have the ‘baby talk’ and then wait a few more years to get married and adjust to their new lives. By the time all of this happens, I’ll be too old, especially considering how long it may take me to find a partner.”
“You’ve found a partner.” I kiss down her neck, rocking my hips forward. “And I’m ready whenever you are.”
“You don’t mean that. We just met yesterday.”
