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“You won’t,” I repeat. “Because I’m special to you and you know it.”
Shaft jerks back, eyes ablaze. Clearly, he’s never thought about things in this way before. But then he nods.
“I’ll do it,” are his curt words. “Me and you, sweetheart. Tomorrow night. Wear your tiniest panties.”
I gape a bit.
“To-tomorrow?” is my stammer. “I’m not ready.”
But it’s too late because the big man’s before me now, six foot four inches of pure muscular power, and I can’t deny it. I want him. I want this man so badly that even if he wanted us to wrestle right now, I’d do it. I’ve been ready ever since I met this man because I belong to him, and we both know it.
So meeting his eyes, my pout opens.
“Tomorrow then,” is my soft agreement. “Just tell me where to be and I’ll be ready.”
His cock jerks then, visible under the tight spandex. Unsurprisingly, it’s growing harder and bigger under the lights, the snake wrapping itself around his waist and ready to pummel.
Looking at it hungrily, I lick my lips before meeting his eyes.
“Tomorrow Shaft,” is my soft promise. “I’ll be here.”
And oh god … but I can’t wait for the dirty wrestling match.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Shaft
Oh fuck fuck fuck. What was I thinking?
I wasn’t thinking, that’s the long and the short of it. Or more accurately, I was thinking with my dick, instead of my brain.
Because I want Lily so bad. It’s been hell these last couple weeks tasting her every which way but not doing the deed. I’ve had her sit on my face. I’ve had her part those thighs as I stroke her petals, rubbing her nub until she shakes and creams all over my hand. I’ve even tasted that back door, her pleats contracting hard as I probe her dark star.
But I haven’t put my cock in her most private part yet. Oh yeah, each time I finish in a number of different ways. Stroking myself. Her stroking me, with either her hand or her mouth. Even rubbing it between her breasts, those soft curves cushioning me until I come all over her chin and boobs.
So yeah, Lily’s gotten plenty of my sperm, but not in her pink channel. Not in the place where I’m dying to touch and penetrate. Because what could be better than a sweet girl tasting her first dick and loving it? Those big boobs heaving as she screams, impaled on my monster. The brunette’s curls flying this way and that as she rides me, Mr. Stiffie doing the deed at last?
So yeah, I’ve refrained because I want her to do Battle Bang. I want to take the female before a select crowd, pummeling that sweet pussy and then creaming hard inside to show my dominance. I love Battle Bang because it’s the ultimate expression of masculinity. Me, on top of a woman while she’s taking my dick and panting in pleasure.
But now things are complicated because Lily wants me to go bareback. What the fuck? Who does that? I’d automatically assumed she was on birth control because I thought all girls were on the pill these days. Don’t they take it to regulate their periods or something like that? I’d never asked because again, we haven’t done full contact yet.
But now, full contact is in the works and I’m presented with a dilemma. Me, in that sweet cunt, with nothing between us. Me spurting hot cream into her fertile depths, knowing that she’s not on anything.
And the truth is that even though my brain says no, every other part of me says yes. I want to fill that tiny pussy with hot semen, so much that it spills over. I want my swimmers to find their way inside and to stay there until she grows round with my child.
Because Lily is absolutely mother material. Everything about her points to a fantastic maternal instinct, what with her caring ways and inner sense of sweetness. Plus, the girl’s body. Those wide hips and big boobs were built for nurturing a child. Those lush curves are perfect for a baby, and I can’t wait until she’s pregnant.
Wait. What?
What the hell am I thinking?
We just met, so what the fuck is going through my mind?
But I guess that’s how these things work. I see what I want, and it happens. And right now, every cell in my body wants Lily to get pregnant. I want to see those curves expand, for her to gain fifty, sixty, hell even seventy pounds. I want that baby weight to stay on after she’s given birth so that my girl’s even bigger and more bountiful than before.
Shit. What the hell is going on? I’m projecting a future with this girl? That’s crazy and totally out of character. Usually, I’m a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type of guy.
