Chapter 12

Chapter

Twelve

I could spenda month with my face buried between Jill's luscious thighs and not regret a single second of it. My cock's been waiting for years for its turn, though, and now, it's time to reward its patience. Not that I'll give in to Jill's demands so easily. I want her so on edge she's mindless with it. As desperate for my cock as I've been desperate for her love all this time.

"Such language, Jill. And so demanding. I don't think it's sunk in yet, has it? You're mine. You get your pleasure from me. I give it to you. Me." I stand and press my hips to her backside, knowing the rough fabric of my khaki shorts against her freshly spanked ass will be intense.

I toe off my shoes and socks, the movements rubbing me even more against her tender backside, and she squeaks and sighs from the sting. I don't know how I know Jill likes a little pain with her pleasure, but I'm trusting my instincts. Keeping her anchored to the table with my legs against her lower body, I undo my pants and step back just long enough to get them down and off together with my boxer-briefs.

Once I've gotten all my clothes off, I pull Jill upright and tug her shirt over her head. She lets her arms fall to her side, and the bra I unfastened earlier slides down until it falls to the floor between us. She doesn't say anything, doesn't move, waiting for my directions.

"I think you're starting to get it, aren't you? My good girl." My praise has a tremble working through her, and my cock bobs between us. Watching arousal tear at her composure, like a rip current pulling driftwood from the shore, shreds my control.

"Are you on anything to keep me from putting my kid in you tonight?" I already know we're both clean. Neither of us have had partners in years. Part of me hopes she's not on anything and will let me breed her. A bigger part of me wants to be selfish and enjoy having her to myself after waiting for so long to claim her. I don't want to get a condom from the box I bought this afternoon, but if she's not on birth control, I will.

"I've got the implant. No babies for now."

She whimpers, her hand slipping low to stroke at her needy pussy before I snatch it away. I hold her hand to my lips and suck the slippery juice from her fingers.

"Mine." I sound like a caveman, and I don't care. "I want to be in you bare. Raw. Skin-to-skin so your body knows who it belongs to."

Yup, it's some caveman shit. I'll own it.

"I want that, too," she stammers. "Hurry."

If I had any control left, her demanding ass would wait even longer as punishment for trying rush me. I don't know if I'll ever have enough control to deny her when it means denying myself even more.

I lift Jill into my arms, her legs curling around my hips without prompting. I'd thought to carry her to the bed. Make love to her properly. The way her sopping wet lips spread to nestle my erection between them when I take the first step has me revising my plans.

Instead of making it to the bedroom, which feels like a million steps away instead of the fifteen or so I know it is, I turn and walk us toward the nearest wall. Jill arches her body against me, writhing with each step until the painful head of my cock is notched at her entrance and she can sink down on me.

Every step forward impales her deeper and deeper on my shaft until it feels as if I can't get any deeper. We're in the middle of the living room, but I have to see. Need to see her tight hole stretched to the max around me. She leans back in my arms and we both look.

It's obscene. Filthy. Thick, slippery cream from her arousal and my precum have mingled together to give my nearly purple cock a shine like a gemstone in the lamplight of the room. Her pink lips strain to accommodate my girth, nearly white with tension.

"You're too big! I can't… I can't…" she whimpers.

"You can. Your body was made for me. Mine was made for you. Relax, baby, and let me in. I'll make you feel so good." I lift her a bit with my next step, sliding her off me until just the tip of my dick is lodged in her scorching clasp.

The final step to the wall gives me leverage to brace her and slide one hand between us to jiggle my fingers over her clit. There's enough wetness between us that they glide over the tight ball of nerves with ease. The wall also gives Jill some control, allowing her a counterbalance to press down and take me deeper.

Together, we grind and rock, my hips swiveling to press her into the wall while hers arch to present her deepest recesses. Finally, the base of my cock presses against her mound, and I'm fully inside her.

"Look at that. My good girl is so perfect. You're taking every inch of me. Now, you're going to give me your orgasm, so I can fill up this pussy with every drop of cum I've been saving for you since you watched me unload it all for you this morning."

Jill smirks at the reminder of how I'd been so desperate for her I couldn't even get home before needing to rub one out. I don't know if she realizes every orgasm I've had since the day we met has been hers, though she didn't know. Maybe, one day, I'll tell her. Right now, though, she's going to give me the first of her orgasms that are for me.

"Come for me, baby. Give me what's mine!" I take her mouth, working my tongue against hers in the same rhythm as I'm giving her my dick. My fingers fly over her clit fast while my hips and my mouth work her over at a punishing pace. Jill meets every snap of my hips with a roll of her own until our bodies crash together with every thrust.

I hold off my orgasm until hers crests, but it's a near miss. The moment I feel the strangle of her inner muscles grabbing my shaft as if they'll never let it go, I'm toast. Ropes of cum blast from me with enough force to have my legs shaking. I lock my knees to keep us upright until I'm satisfied Jill's ridden out the last of her climax. Finally, I sink to my knees, my cock still solid inside her.

"It's a good thing we've been dating for as long as we have," I rasp, my breath still sharp pants.

"Why's that?" she gasps back.

"It means it's not too soon to tell you I love you." When I woke up this morning, I never expected to speak that truth to her. I certainly wouldn't have imagined the path to this moment would begin with me splashing jizz over her bare feet after getting caught jerking off.

Jill's tawdry trivia she blurted this morning pops to mind, and I can't hold back my grin.

"Guess we have International Masturbation Month to thank now that our onesomes can be twosomes."

"That's not punny," she laughs, her core rippling over me as her muscles shake with it. We both groan, and my dick makes an attempt to rally.

"It's a little funny."

"No, it really isn't, Tater-head. But I love you anyway," she says.

And that's fine. I don't need to be funny. I just need her.