I want to cum so deep into Emmaline’s pussy. The idea of her getting pregnant doesn’t even frighten me. I’m fucking terrible, but the idea of her as mine, locking her to me forever with a child, actually turns me on. But right now I need to claim her more than anything, and I have something more visceral than a future child in mind.

I pull my cock out, holding her body and cumming all over her. I hold my cock and it just unloads all over her stomach, some on her neck, all over tits, on top of her pussy.

She watches and I see the lust hooding her eyes. Fuck, she likes this.

“I’m yours, cum all over me, please, fuck,” Emmaline moans.

She fucking moans, begs me to cum all over her, and she’s fucking cumming. I bring one hand down to stroke her clit, and I keep cumming while she melts like butter on a griddle. Her tight, lithe little body is shuddering all around me and I’m claiming her with all my cum. She takes a hand and grabs my cock, running her thumb over the tip as the last of what must be a damn gallon of cum and brings that sticky fingertip to her mouth. I watch her lick up my cum and I’m groaning with lust. The beast within me is at once sated, having claimed her so much, and on the other hand, I’m aching so bad to have her forever that I want to claim her more.

I pull her body up close to mine, kissing her and running my tongue over her tongue coated with me. I bring her my fingers from her pussy. “Taste us, together,” I say, and she moans as she sucks on my fingers. She licks them clean.

I spoon her to the side lifting up one of her legs, and shove my still-hard cock deep in her pussy, working the angle so that I’d be fucking her deep enough to have her screaming again. I could fuck her until I die, bury myself inside of her and never let her go. My cock is still so rock hard because I fucking need her.

And I know this is it. I promised her that it would be tonight and nothing more.

I warned her that it wouldn’t be enough. And I’ll be damned if I’m not running my hands all over her body, kissing her skin, and listening to her perfect little moans. Emmaline needs me like I need her. There’s no way that we can stay away from each other. Not when how much we needs each other runs so deep.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” Emmaline cries out. She hasn’t stopped cumming from the last time, and she’s rolling into another orgasm.

I pull my cock out of her and turn her around.

“Ride me, Emmaline,” I tell her. She’s still shuddering from the orgasm that’s literally working through her body right now, but I want her shaking on me. We’re best together broken, coming together, coming undone and putting each other back together with lust and desire. I need to take everything she can give me. I want to claim every shred of her soul.

“Ethan!” She yelps, dropping down on me. “H-hold me, please,” she whimpers, rolling her pussy up and down on my cock, taking me deep with these incredible strokes.

I lift my upper body and I wrap my hand around the base of her neck. She keeps pumping me I sling my other arm around her. I slam us together, pressing us so tight that we’re bound in sweat and slick with my cum all over her.

She’s fucking mine. Emmaline’s cumming all over my cock and covered in my cum. Our cum is on our mouths, our lust fills the air, and my cock is already bursting out another load, deep in her pussy. “Fuck,” I wrap both my arms around her and bury my face in her neck, kissing and licking the curve of her collarbones and her neck. “You’re fucking…,” I almost say mine but I let myself say something else that is true, “…perfect.”

Goddamn, I hold her as she collapses against me, and I carry her to my bed. We spoon, my cock still inside her the whole way I carry her and I don’t want to slide out of her to get in bed. But if I keep my dick inside her, I will fuck her again. She’s already going to be sore the next day from how hard I fucked her. I fucked the shit out of a virgin girl, so I know that I’ve got to give her time to be able to adjust and breathe and all those things that are supposed to keep her alive.

But what I really want is to hold her and never let her go. I don’t know how either of us is going to live after this. I need to be able to fuck her like this for hours every day. And as hungry as she was for me, Emmaline won’t do well without me, fuck, I know it.

She falls asleep. I hold her, stroking her hair. She whimpers my name out in her sleep and presses a kiss to my chest, so light I might have missed it.

But how could I ever miss anything that comes from Emmaline? I’ve never, ever felt this way before. I’ll never feel this way ever again.

But I know more than ever now that I have to stay away from Emmaline. How much I need her, crave, have to have her…if I care about her, I won’t subject her to this. I won’t devour her. There’s a whole future for her that needn’t involve me. I wasted my life away waiting for the perfect woman, and I just can’t have this one. This one and only perfect for me woman that’s breathing against my heart so softly.

Fuck, I’m fucking gone for her.