Kiptyn

This is not what I came here for. Fuck. Not that I'm complaining one single fucking bit. Not one day has gone by that I haven’t dreamed of being buried deep inside of her, but is it the right thing to do? She doesn’t even know . . .

All thought stops when she pushes me off her. She stands and shoves me down on her bed. I roll over, looking up at this beautiful fucking woman above me. Her tank top falls to the floor, quickly followed by the short booty shorts she slept in last night. I lie there unable to move, struck completely immobile by the most magnificent sight I've ever set eyes on.

My eyes wander to her stomach, and for a second, I think I can see a tiny bump there. Not enough to be noticeable unless, of course, you’re looking. It’s perfect, just like every other inch of her body. I try to sit up, but she shoves me back again.

Feisty. I like that.

Her hands grip my jeans and she pulls, taking my boxer briefs down with them. Leaving my jeans on the floor, she crawls her way back up my legs. She kisses up my thigh, trailing her soft, full lips across my skin, all the way up to my hip bones and across my stomach . . . then lower.

Lower.

Lower.

I can’t decide if I need to hold my breath or let it barrel rapidly out of my lungs. She sits back on her heels and gazes down at me. I wish I could read her mind. I’d pay anything to know what she’s thinking right now. Her hand replaces her lips, running along my chest, my abs. My breath catches when her hand reaches the short stubble of hair on my groin.

She reaches out and gently, almost reverently, runs her finger down the backside of my cock. It jumps the moment her cool skin touches it, and she laughs, low and sexy. Wrapping her hand around me, she pulls, stroking up and down.

My eyes slam shut as a tense groan of painful pleasure escapes me. She slows her rhythmic pumping just before I feel her breath puffing out against me. Her tongue slips out between her sexy lips and circles the head of my dick. I force my eyes open to see if this is real. I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She glances up at me from under her lashes, watching my expression. She licks the head, leaving a trail of spit on it. My cock jumps again before she slides her mouth down, sucking me into her warm mouth. I feel her tongue still circling my dick inside her mouth, popping against the head of it each time she raises before lowering herself back down again.

Her hand wraps around me, stroking along in tune with her mouth. I feel my orgasm building in the base of my cock. My hands grip the sheets tightly. Sweat beads on my brow.

Her ass is poking up in the air, wiggling a bit. I watch for a minute, imagining pounding into her hard and fast from behind. She moans, taking more of me. There’s no way she can swallow all of it. No one ever has. It doesn’t stop her from trying, though. I can feel the back of her throat when she drops down, and I can’t take another second. I feel the orgasm start deep inside of me, racing through my veins.

My cock hardens even more.

I try to pull her off, not wanting to fill her mouth with my seed, but she keeps going, sucking harder and stroking me faster and faster, her tongue licking the head over and over.

The first wave crashes over me. My cock pulses, my seed shooting out, coating the back of her throat. She moans and swallows a mouthful before sucking more of me down again. I pulse again and again, filling her mouth. My body shudders, and I lie there stupefied. Never in my life have I had a blow job like that. I can't move. My heart is pounding in my chest at an alarming rate.

She licks the head one more time before kissing her way up my chest to my neck, my cheek, and my lips. I capture her, flipping her over on the bed below me, careful not to jostle the baby inside of her. My cock is already stirring, ready to slide deep inside her silken folds.

“Mmm, so sweet,” I say, kissing along her neck to the hollow spot at her shoulder.

“Make love to me, Kiptyn.”

Sweeter words have never been spoken. My lips never leave her when I slide into her, inch by slow, agonizing inch. She stretches around me, her sweet juices coating me, making it easier for me fit within her tight pussy. Her legs wrap around my waist, crossing across my back, pulling me farther inside. I can't wait another second.

I pull out until just the head is resting right inside of her, and then, taking a breath, I slam into her—hard. She cries out, not in pain, but in ecstasy. Pure fucking ecstasy. Her nails scrape my back as I pull in and out, slamming into her over and over. I feel her getting closer. She tightens around me, pulling me into her, demanding that I give her all of me, like I have a fucking choice. She is my master, and I, her willing servant.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her cries fill the room, and then she shatters around me, pulling me over the edge with her.

“Oh, fuck,” I grind out as my seed fills her, shooting into the deepest, darkest crevices of her womb. I fall over on top of her, spent.

I don't know how long I lay there on top of her, with her hands drawing lazy circles across my back, before I move. I shouldn't have let this happen. I know better. I’m the worst kind of shit to come in here and take advantage of her while keeping something like this from her.

Shame consumes me. I hate myself at this moment, and the person I've become. Was getting my dick wet really that important?

Now that I lie here completely satisfied, I can answer with a clear mind. No, it wasn't that important. I wanted her, yeah, like I had never wanted another soul, but it was more than that. I needed her. I needed to touch her, hold and kiss her, and dammit, I wanted to make her feel something. I wanted her to feel something for me, only me, before I tell her the truth, and risk losing her again.

I should have never touched her phone. I should have left it alone in my car and brought it to her today, and maybe things would have played out the same way and everything would be fine, except I wouldn't know about the baby. I might not have ever known, and she could have destroyed it, leaving me none the wiser. No, what I did was wrong, and I knew I'd pay for violating her trust, but it was the only thing I could do.