Yes. I was only his. I wanted this. I didn’t care if he was older, if he knew my father, if others might think I was crazy. I wanted his dick in me, wanted him to fill me up, stretch me to the point where the pleasure and pain combined as one.

I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock, which he was stroking as he stared at me. He was huge and so hard for me. The sight of him jerking off, of him running the heel of his hand over the head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum and using it as lubrication, turned me on so damn much.

And then he was between my thighs, his hands on my inner legs, his warm breath skating along my pussy. I was burning alive, needing this more than I needed to breathe.

“I want to lick your pretty pussy, lick it until you cream all over my face, until you’re begging me for more, until you can’t even stand tomorrow because your legs might threaten to give out.”

I was lost in a sea of pleasure.

“I want to eat you out until you climax so many times you are addicted to me, so drunk off me that you’ll only ever want me to sate you.” He made a gruff sound as he moved up the bed. “But I can’t do foreplay right now. I need you to be crying out for me as I fill you up with my cock.

“I’m going to be your first.” He stared right into my eyes. “I’ll be your fucking last.”

In this moment he owned me. He slipped his hand down my neck, over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, and continued lower until he got to my belly button. He stilled, looking me in the eyes. “And I’m going to put my baby in here.” He added a little pressure to my belly, and I gasped.

“Koehn.”

“Since the moment I knew you were mine, I saved myself for you.” He thrust gently against me. “I’ve been celibate for years, baby, so fucking long, wanting you, needing you.” His voice was so gritty, and my breath hitched. He rested his forehead against mine, breathed in and out slowly for long seconds, and then he reached between us and placed his cockhead at my pussy entrance. He added a bit of pressure, not penetrating me but letting me know he was right there.

“I’m yours,” I said without even thinking.

He leaned in close but didn’t kiss me. “Yeah, you fucking are.” He kissed me hard. “God, I want you now. I need you.” He had his mouth back on mine. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat.

I was already over the edge, waiting for him.

He kissed me again, licking, sucking, drawing out my need, making me hungry for more … so much more. The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs, sliding up my slit, my cream making his movement smooth.

I shifted, spreading my legs even wider.

“God, I’m on fire,” he murmured. “You’re burning me alive, making me fucking insane with need.” He started rocking back and forth, thrusting his dick against me.

“Let yourself go,” I whispered. I dug my nails into his flesh, unable to stop myself.

He thrust hard, pressing against my clit, causing me to cry out for more, to beg him for it harder, faster.

“Come for me, squeeze my cock, milk my balls dry.”

Koehn thrust against me over and over until I was literally crying from the pleasure. He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “I’m going to fucking tear you up.”

I moaned for more, for him to do just that.

He ran the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I shivered in response.

“If you only knew the dirty fucking things I want to do to you, what I will eventually do to you.” He placed the tip of his dick right at the entrance of my body, making my breath stall, my body tense.

I was so ready for this.

I am so ready for this.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby. So. Fucking. Good.” He smoothed his hands along my body. “Relax for me, let me in.”

I tried to listen, tried to make this as seamless as possible. I was nervous but wanted this so badly.

The wide head of his dick was pressed against me, nudging against my opening, gently pushing into me. I was so wet.

“I hope you’re fucking ready, baby girl.”

“I’ve never been more ready for something.”

He stared into my eyes for a second before thrusting into me in one fluid move. My back arched, and my mouth opened on a silent cry. The pain was instant, intense. The feeling of his cock lodged deep in my body took my breath away, had my head pounding, tears tracking down my cheeks. But I wanted more, so much more. He stretched me so I didn’t even know if I could take another inch of him, if he could fit all the way inside of me.

But I want him to try.

I knew even if I wasn’t a virgin this still would have been a feat, taking all of him. Koehn was a large man, and what he packed between his legs was no different.

He groaned above me, his entire body so hard, so tense. I could tell he had his self-control on lockdown. But I didn’t want him to have a tight leash on his desire. I wanted him to give it all to me, in any way he saw fit.

“I need you to move, Koehn. I need you to fuck me.” God, I couldn’t believe those words came from me. He grunted, then started doing what I wanted, what I needed. And the more time that passed, the more Koehn’s actions became stronger, harder, as if his control was slowly vanishing.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he gritted out. He was swinging his hips back and forth, plunging in and out of me. He thrust in so deep that I was moved up the bed. Over and over he did this, pushing into me before pulling out so just the tip of his cock was lodged at my entrance, promising to fill me up once more. He leaned back, staring down at where we were connected, getting an eyeful of his cock stretching my pussy.

He slammed into me again and again. “Ah, hell.”

I rose up slightly, wanting to see what he saw. His length was thick and long, and as he pushed into me and pulled out, I felt dizziness slam into me. My pussy cream covered his cock.

“You like what you see?”

“Yes,” I breathed out. He pulled out of me but shoved back in just as quickly. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, knowing I’d come again for him.

God.

“Mine,” he groaned and tightened his hands, his fingers digging into me painfully, pleasurably. He thrust back into me in one fluid, powerful motion. He cursed and I grew wetter.

“Faster, Koehn,” I begged. He moved faster, slamming his thick cock into me, going faster, harder. “Yes,” I cried out. I lost myself to the feelings. He curled his fingers into the flesh of my inner thighs, holding me down.

“Fuck. Your pussy is so tight, so damn wet for me. You like me thrusting in and out of you,” he grunted. “You like feeling my big cock stretching your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He thrust into me repeatedly, over and over, back and forth.

“Fuck.” He grunted. “Yeah, baby.”

He was so tense above me, his hips jerking, his cum filling me. I could feel it, the warm wetness of his seed being pumped into me.

“Christ.”

The pleasure went on, so long that I grew dizzy, my head pounding, my heart racing. My breath caught, and the pleasure finally dimmed. He sagged his big body on top of mine. I could barely breathe, but the weight was pleasurable, intense.

“You make me complete,” he said and rolled off me but stayed close, his hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin.

We both breathed harshly, our chests rising and falling, our bodies covered in sweat. It was such a turn-on. I shifted so I could look at his face. “You’re mine, too, you know,” I said, wanting to let him know that he wasn’t the only one who could say the words, mean them.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, so no fucking way I’ll let you go. No damn way you’re ever leaving me, baby.” He pulled me impossibly closer. He placed his hand right between my thighs. “This pussy has always been mine. Your cherry is now mine. No one will ever have you, will ever know what this sweet, juicy little cunt tastes like, feels like wrapped around a cock.” He added a bit of pressure, and I gasped. “My pussy, my woman.” He kissed me then, hard and deep.

I didn’t care if anyone thought this was insane, that it was so far into the insta-love territory that it made me look like a fool. Being with Koehn felt right. It was right.

I’d never question this, never question why I gave myself to him, why I wanted this.

I was his. He was mine.

There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

There wasn’t anyone else I’d rather be with, rather spend my life with.

* * *

I placed my hand on her rounded belly, our baby moving, kicking me and making me smile. Leaning down, I ran my lips over her belly, her skin warm, smooth.

“My baby.” I lifted my gaze to Fiona. “My woman.” I moved up her body and cradled her to me. In the last six months I’d moved her in with me, wanting her to be with me always. She was finishing up school, but most of that was done at home online. That’s how I liked it, especially with her carrying my child. I wanted to protect her, wanted her to know that I’d always keep her safe.

Hell, I was insatiable when it came to Fiona. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, and her glowing, her belly big, God, knowing I’d claimed her as mine, knocked her up … yeah, that fucking turned me on. Thank fuck she wanted me just as badly, was always ready to accept me, to let me fill her up.

I kept my hand on her belly, rubbing my palm over her flesh back and forth. “I love you,” I whispered against the crown of her head. “I love you and I’m never letting you go.”

She shifted and looked at me. “Good, because I’m never letting you go either.”