Harlow
I can’t get over what Whitney just did. It was so amazing and hot. I turn her around and set her back on top of me. Her legs are spread open in front of me but for a moment I look into her eyes and say, “Thank you.”
She laughs and says, “Thank you.”
Then I look down at her pussy, wet with the lotion and also with her juices. I spread her lips open wide so I can see all of her. Then I push her back and forth, up and down, so she’s sliding all over my chest and abs, down to my hard cock and back up again. The whole time, I’m rubbing her clit, because I want to see her come. And soon, my mission is accomplished.
“Oh my God, Harlow,” she calls out, her face full of ecstasy and her pussy dripping its juices down onto my chest, in full view for me to see. “Ever since you made me come that first time, I can never stop coming with you.”
“Sit on my cock now, Baby,” I tell her. “I’m your real fiancé, and I want to fuck you without a condom.”
She looks down at me, with a slight smile. “You know I could get…”
“Pregnant,” I tell her. “Yes. Don’t you want to have my baby?”
“I do,” she says, smiling and looking excited. “I sure do.”
“Then get down there and let’s make this happen,” I tell her, with a wink.
She slides down my stomach one last time, bump bump bump, until she hits my cock with her curvy and bouncy yet somehow still firm ass. I love that fucking ass. Then she lifts herself up a bit and lowers herself down onto my cock, slowly but surely.
“That’s my good girl,” I tell her. “That’s my real fiancée.”
I’m all the way in her now, filling up her naked pussy with my bare cock, just like I’ve always wanted to do. We’re so slippery and she grabs her pussy muscles around my cock and squeezes it, to hang on tight, which feels great.
I thrust myself up and into her while she leans over and holds onto my shoulders. She rides me like a horse and I fuck her like a stallion in heat.
“This feels so amazing,” she says, her head thrown back and her eyes wild with pleasure.
I play with her tits, her clit, her ass while she comes over and over again. I have so much stamina, wanting to fuck her as much as I can— make her have as many orgasms as possible— before I have to leave.
“I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” I tell her, burying my cock in her pussy as she continues to ride me.
She leans down and our lips meet. I kiss her deeply, sensually, as I fuck her without any protection. She’s completely mine now. For real, for always.
I feel pressure at the base of my balls and I tell her, “I’m going to come in you, Whitney. For the first time ever.”
“I’m ready,” she gasps, obviously on the verge of coming again herself. “Come in me.”
“I’m shooting my cum into your pussy,” I tell her, as I feel myself throbbing and pulsing inside of her.
She holds on tight to my shoulders while I thrust in and up a couple more times while blowing my entire load into her, filling her up with my cum.
“Mmmm,” she moans, “I’m coming too.”
She’s panting, out of breath, and I can tell she’s completely spent and exhausted, just like I am.
But as she gets off my cock, she sits back down on my chest and spreads her legs open wide for me. I see my cum dripping out of her like a sweet dessert. I pull it out with my fingers and then stick it in her mouth for her lick off.
She licks up and down my fingers as she slides around some more on my chest. I rub my cum down her throat, her perfect tits, her stomach, before landing one more time on her pussy so I can play with her amazing clit while she comes one more time for me.
“You give me the best orgasms ever,” she says, laying down on my chest, which is covered in both of our juices and cum, mixed together with the lotion. “I’m so glad you’ll be mine forever.”
“Me too,” I tell her, petting her hair and getting some of my cum in that, too. “I’m your real fiancé and soon I’ll be your real husband, and perhaps the father of your children too, I hope.”
“You gave me my first orgasm and you’ll always be the only one to make me come,” she agrees.
“Get ready to have orgasms for the rest of your life,” I tell her, with a grin. “Because thanks to you, this SEAL’s back in fighting shape. And when I’m not falling from the sky, saving our country, I’ll be here falling even more and more in love with you, and making you come more times then you’ll ever be able to count.”
“I love you,” she says, snuggling up against my bicep and kissing my cheek.
“I love you too, my very real fiancée.”
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Chapter 1 – Ella
Swish, swish, swish.
Slip, slop, slap.
Sluuuuurp.
Thud, thud, thud.
These are the sounds I hear as I approach my bedroom.
Sex sounds.
These are definitely, and disgustingly, the sounds of sex.
It's like something straight out of a Showtime TV show or an Alexis Angel romance book. Except, unlike in both of those delicious forms of entertainment, I'm not the one enjoying the action that is causing these sounds.
Even though they're coming from my bedroom.
In Showtime shows, it's likely that the guy causing this ruckus is an asshole that we're somehow supposed to root for anyway. But those damn romance novels are like fairy tales.
Setting up girls to believe that a former bad boy turned into our own personal Prince Charming will come rescue our asses— before spanking them until we're writhing around on his lap begging him to make us come because our pussies are so dripping wet from how he’s exerting his dominance over us.
But real life is a lot more disappointing than that. At least, mine has definitely been so far. So, it doesn't surprise me that someone is using my bedroom for a hot sex session that doesn't include me.
My life has never been a fucking fairy tale.
That’s probably why I’ve always hated them.
As I get closer to my bedroom door, muffled voices mix in with the sounds that have already been drifting out since I was further away.
"Oh yeah! Give it to me. Yeah, ooooooh."
Well, that sounds like one of my step sisters— Sheila, to be exact— which also isn't surprising. She's been known to fuck anything with half a brain or half a boner.
I'm not even sure if her standards are that high; that's probably giving her too much credit. She'd fuck any guy that shows the least bit of interest in her, although she'd prefer him to be filthy rich and as boringly handsome as a plastic Ken doll.
The question is, though: why is she doing this in my room? The one part of this whole wretched house that is supposed to be mine and mine alone? She has her own bedroom she should be in.
After she moved in, she painted the walls pink and decorated with a lot of silver glitter. Apparently, she still has some princess obsession that she's had since she was a tiny spoiled brat— now she's just an older spoiled brat. Her bedroom, predictably, is much larger and nicer than mine, even though this was my house first.
But who knows what Sheila's up to? I shouldn’t even ask such questions to myself because I know there’s no answer that would make sense to most people.
Sheila and my other step sister Gloria are always trying to find ways to make me miserable, because, other than banging random Ken dolls or spending all the money from my dad’s estate on overpriced clothes, they have nothing better to do.
I don’t know exactly what Sheila is doing. But I'm sure it’s some kind of ridiculous ploy to rub the fact that I’m a virgin in my face.