I wanted to do this slowly, but she drove me to the breaking point.

I devour her sweet, delicate folds with kisses and I hear my Wendy’s breath catching. I remember, again, no man has ever been here before and it makes me feel like a king. Her king.

I plunge my tongue into her depth and she moans.

My teeth rake over her hard little clit and my baby squirms underneath me.

I’m ravishing my woman, and she tastes extraordinary. She is sweet honey in my mouth and I want all of it. The more I lap up, the more she gushes for me.

I’ve forgotten anyone and anything that came before this woman. It’s like time has stopped, rewound, and given me a do over.

And I aim to do her over and over…and over.

I’m a big, bad boy and my mischievous tongue finds her sweet spot inside her wall. At the same time, I work over her clit with my thumb. She cries out, “Yes, Lars!” as her orgasm hits her.

When she comes, the honey flows from her even more and I take all of it in. Every last drop.

Wendy is still shuddering when I kiss her mouth, sharing her taste with her.

All the sass and fight has gone out of her and she looks like my sweet Tink again.

“Oh no, we aren’t done yet. Lars is coming for you, baby.”

I hover over my woman, and I wait for her to wrap her legs around my hips.

“Condom?” she asks weakly.

“No, ma’am.”

“Lars.”

“What? I’m clean.”

“It’s not that, I’m…not on the pill.”

“Good,” I say.

“You don’t want a baby,” she says.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong.”

“I’m in college,” she says.

I smile and slip the tip just inside her entrance.

She doesn’t protest.

“And?” I ask. “What’s your major?”

“International relations,” she replies.

I smile. “That’s hot,” I say, and sneak in another inch deeper.

She closes her eyes. “Lars, oh my god, you’re so hard…”

“Girl,” I say, “I’ve been suffering for days because of you. My blue balls are beyond blue…they’re purple.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs.

“What’s your favorite course?”

She smiles. “Pashto.”

“Pashto? Woman, I can teach you that. You know how much time I spent in Afghanistan?”

She scoffs, but she also squeezes me tighter between her thighs and pulls me in a little bit deeper. I can feel her stretching to fit me and she’s so nice and taut it takes all my strength to keep from thrusting all the way in.

“I can’t just throw away an education. I want this, Lars. And I want you. And…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I do want to have your babies. I can do both, right? Will you help me?”

My heart is about to detonate at her words. I slide in until I feel her cherry give way. I pause when she grits her teeth briefly, and then a smile spreads across her face.

“Of course you can do both. Look around you, do you think I’m going to spare any expense to make sure you have everything you need to be the greatest mom and the greatest…international relations…person?”

She laughs, and it’s such a sweet and endearing laugh that I feel the pre-cum slicking my tip. “Interpreter,” she clarifies, gripping my hips harder, the backs of her heels pressing against my ass to bring my shaft all the way in.

I sheathe myself in her all the way to the hilt.

“You’re so fucking tight and warm. I love you, you know,” I say, hovering over her on my forearms so I don’t crush her with my size.

“Good to know,” she says with a wicked smile, rocking her hips up to meet me as I thrust, again and again.

I burst into her, coating her walls with my sweet release. Wendy comes again when she feels my hot jets of cum filling her up.

I fill her so full that my seed is spilling out of her.

As she shudders through the aftershocks of her climax, I roll her on top of me and bury my hands in her hair, inhaling that sweet orange blossom that belongs to me now.

“You may be half my size, but I’m going to keep filling you up until I get you pregnant. And then I’m going to keep at it until every room in this house is filled with kids.”

She smiles and catches her breath. “We’d better find more things to argue about, then. What were we arguing about anyway?”

“Me stalking you.”

Suddenly, she sits up. “Oh my god. Your phone. The surveillance cameras, they hit on something, remember?”

I sit up and grab my phone off the mattress where she had tossed it.

I open it up and I see the notifications. There has been movement detected at her apartment. And at mine.

This is not good.