Maxwell

I took my length in hand, needing some relief. For the past two nights, visions of us played in my head and I woke up stiffer than I had in my entire life. The thought of her leaving me stuck with me all night. There was no mistaking her behavior and her words. Replaying our conversation kept me up all night. It took everything in me to stay away and give her the time she asked for. I understood that I was rushing everything, but when a man knows what he wants, waiting seems like an exercise in futility.

A part of me knew she was right, but why did she have to be so damn smart for someone so young? I wasn’t going to leave here without her, especially when I felt her longing, the energy between us, and the passion that shone in her eyes as I dropped her off. This wasn’t over by a long stretch. Kidnapping her sounded like a decent second option. Even that wouldn’t work. I wanted her willingly, begging and pleading for me to love her. I already did, and one day she would hear those words from me.

Thinking of her, even when it wasn’t pleasant thoughts, kept me stiff. I thought about getting up and taking another cold shower, but my balls were hurting to come. Reaching in my boxers, I took my cock out. Tossing my head back against the pillow, I stroked up and down from base to tip while I pictured pressing my lips to her breasts, tasting her pert nipples, sucking on them until she cried for more. I teased the fuck out of her pussy, grinding my cock against it, but not entering because I wanted her worked up so much that she was soaked for me. Then I’d push my way in and claim what was mine. Moaning, I felt beads of cum coating my fingers as I roared her name.

“How did you know it was me?” I heard a shout from behind the door. I closed my eyes then popped them open. I was off the bed and in the bathroom, cleaning up in seconds.

“Give me a minute,” I called out. Damn, this hotel room needed better walls. Holy fuck, I just got caught jerking off like some crazed teen. I rinsed off, then tossed on a clean pair of pants and a plain white tee. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

“What’s up?” I asked nervously, holding the door just slightly ajar.

“Can I come in?” she asked, trying to look past me. She thought there was someone else in there with me.

“Sure, sorry,” I said, opening it all the way and stepping back. She walked in wearing what I thought should be illegal. I hoped to fuck she wasn’t planning on going to work like that. She shouldn’t have come here in that either, a thin dress that hugged all the right places.

“How old are you, Maggie?” I asked. I knew she was over eighteen, but I wasn’t sure how much older.

“Twenty.” Fuck, she smiled as she said it and my dick was hard against my zipper. She shouldn’t have come here the way she looked

“Is there a reason you’re not in college?” She wasn’t in school like her brother had been. Was it because college wasn’t an option or was it something she didn’t want? I needed to know because then I would decide if she was going to stay at home with our babies full time or if she had a dream for a different life. She was still going to be barefoot and pregnant, but a career outside the house was something she could have as well. Maybe a part-time one. It was wrong of me, but this woman made the caveman in me push to the forefront of my being.

She flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, I noticed something wrong with the ranch and knew my parents couldn’t afford it.”

“Do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. I want everything with my parents to work out.” She looked at the messy bed with interest. She refused to look me in the eyes, but that wasn’t good enough for me.

“I get that, but if you could go, would you?”

“I don’t know. I suppose so. I don’t have a career in mind. I always thought I’d work on the ranch.”

“Sanchez’s?”

“God, no, my parents’. But since I’m not, I’ll have to figure something out. I like to cook, so maybe I could go to some culinary school and become a chef.”

“Or you could be my personal chef.” She gasped, missing my meaning. I didn’t need a personal chef, I needed her.

“Um, I don’t know. What if you marry someone else?” Did she really miss my obsession? No one else missed it.

“Would you be upset if I did?” I asked, testing her feelings for me.

“I suppose.” Her expression belied her words. She looked like I stabbed her in the chest.

Moving to her and crowding her space, I pushed her against the door. Looking down at her with every ounce of love I had for her. “You suppose? I know I’d be fucking crushed if you wanted to marry someone else. I’d do everything I could to keep you away from the bastard.” Slipping my hand around her slender waist with my fingers grazed her flat stomach, I pressed her pussy against my cock. “I’m not good at this, considering this is the first time, but Maggie, I want to marry you.”

“Are you proposing?” she guffawed, knocking my ego down and stomping on it.

I released her waist and stood straight up to gain some sense before I tied her to the bed. “No, I guess not. What I’m saying is start thinking about what you want because I know what I want. And that’s you.”

“I want you, too, Maxwell,” she said. I wanted her naked on the bed, fucking my son into her, or at least trying until I was successful, then maybe we could see the outside world. She had no idea what she was getting into.

“I think we need to get some air and talk,” I suggested because being alone with her in my hotel room was only going to lead to one thing.

“I am kind of warm.” With those words, she grabbed the hem of her flowy, thin dress and lifted it over her head.

“Whoa, Maggie. Don’t play with me like that. You either put that back on or I’m going to fuck my baby into you.” My dick didn’t stand a chance with her. He was thick and long in my pants, leaking my pre-cum, like I didn’t just come five minutes ago.

She didn’t say a word as she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. My eyes were trained on her large breasts that bounced after being held captive. A hiss escaped my lips as I tried to maintain control and not slam her against the wall. They were perfectly round with light pink tips that hardened with the cool air of the room.

“Maggie,” I growled, closing the distance quickly. I wrapped my hands into her long hair and kissed her hard. “Maggie,” I chanted her name as I bent down, peppering kisses along her pulse. She moaned softly with every kiss on her neck. I felt her shake and her bravado disappeared. Maggie wanted it but was scared. Call it intuition, but I knew it was her first time. Knowing that made me all the more determined to take her now. Feeling her tense, I took her tit in my hand, relaxing her instantly. Beads of sweat dripped down my spine as I fought coming in my jeans. She arched her back, enjoying the contact, having no idea that this was only the beginning. I bent my head and took her other breast with my lips; my hand releasing her hair, I slid it around to her damp panties. My fingers pushed the scrap of material to the side just to stroke her sweet cunt. Her breathing became erratic and heavy as I lightly stroked her lips. The cries from her mouth caused more cum to leak onto my jeans. I pulled my lips away from her breasts, but continued to tease us both with my fingers.

“Max, please. Please more,” she pleaded, arching her back, but I wanted her tongue. I pushed a finger into her heat as I kissed her hard. I slammed her back against the door, working her mouth and pussy. Her walls clenched around my finger, soaking my hand as she came for me. Capturing her cries with my kiss, I pulled back to see her perfection. Nothing was more beautiful than Maggie after she came for me.

“So beautiful. Tell me, Maggie. Did you rub your pussy for me last night?” She didn’t answer at first, but the nervous look told me she did. “Good girl,” I whispered on her lips. “Any time you miss me, slip your fingers between your thighs, stoke that clit of yours, and come for me. I have to work a lot, but you can call me while you’re lying in our bed, sprawled out for me, then tell me how you’re fucking so horny that you can’t wait until I get home. I want you to tell me every image that plays in that head of yours. Anything but another person and I’ll do it for you. I will fuck you any way you please. Fast, slow, deep, or hard, I’m at your beck and call.”

I picked her up, laid her down on the bed, then leaned over her. Looking at her magnificent breasts, I had to have more. I cupped one large globe then took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hardened peak and her body geared up for another climax. Her back arched and her hands clutched the sheets. “Maxwell,” she cried out, her hands sliding over my back and clawing at my shirt. I lifted up away from her just enough to take it off. I didn’t want to be away from her body for one second more than I had to. Dropping back down, I took her lips again, tasting the sweetness.

I wanted more, a lot more. I slid down her curves, sucking on her breasts tenderly before kissing lower. I could play with her tits all day, and I would, but her scent was all over my hand and in my lungs. I needed her to come on my tongue. Fuck, her pussy was covered with a scrap of cotton and I was jealous of the material. She belonged to me now. I pressed my lips to the material, eliciting a gasp. She already came on them, so this time I used my tongue, and pushed the fabric in for a quick sample.

The sounds of her passion were going to make me come. She had a voice that was soft and sweet. I wanted to hear her say my name with every sigh. I reached under the hem of her panties and slid them down her hips. As I lowered them, I placed kisses on every newly revealed piece of flesh. Her modesty made a brief appearance as her body wiggled in an attempt to stop me, but it wasn’t going to happen.

I wanted her open and crying for more. I tossed the panties on the floor. With a smile, I cupped the meat of her inner thighs and parted them. Her pussy was covered in a light thatch of hair that was wet with her juices. I didn’t put my mouth on her yet, I pressed my finger past her pussy lips. She was tight as fuck. Time to stretch her out. I wanted to let her know that she was mine, and her pussy being sore as fuck would do the damn trick.

“Baby, you’re so fucking tight,” I growled, pressing a second finger into her. She pushed down toward me, trying to get herself fucked hard on my fingers. “Calm down, Maggie. I don’t want to hurt your pussy. Are you only mine?”

“Yes,” she panted, lost in her urgency to come for me.

“Tell me, has anyone taken what belongs to me?”

“No, it’s all yours,” she blurted out, sighing and aching for some relief. I pressed my thumb to her clit, and boom, her pussy popped for me. “Oh my God,” she screamed.

“No, it’s only me, baby.”

“Fuck, Maxwell. That was incredible,” she panted.

“Yes, you are,” I said. “And we’re just getting started. I want you creaming on my tongue before I take your pussy and mark it with my cum.”

“Do you normally have unprotected sex?” I heard the vulnerability in her words. I leaned over her and looked into her innocent face.

“I haven’t had sex in three years, and I assure you I was always protected. And none of them ever meant anything to me. For the first time in my life, I know what it is to crave more than an orgasm. A one off. I crave your pleasure more than my own. I want to beat my chest and tell the world that you’re mine. Each orgasm that rips through your perfect body is because of me and I won’t ever get enough”

“Have there been a lot?”

“Not too many, but you don’t have to worry about that shit. Don’t think about anyone else because I know I’m not. All I want is you, and that is a big deal for me.” I hadn’t been with anyone who I cared to remember. Any thought of sex only produced her face for me.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“That’s what I want to hear.” I stood up to take off my pants.

“Then why are you…” she started to ask.

“Just getting naked,” I reassured her. As soon as my pants were on the floor, I leaned over her. “I want to feel our bodies grind against each other with nothing in between us.” Her eyes moved up and down my body in appreciation then fear. My cock was throbbing and that virginal anxiety in her eyes turned me on. “Don’t worry, Mags. It’ll only hurt the first time.”

I didn’t know that for sure, but that was what I was told. I’d never had sex with a virgin. By the time I started having sex, the girls had more game and experience than I had.

She instinctively cupped her pussy like it would shield her from my length. “Touch yourself,” I demanded. Something about seeing her prepare herself for me heated my body and brought out the animal in me.

“I am,” she replied, trying to be funny.

“Slip your tiny finger past those swollen lips and stretch yourself for me.” I grabbed hold of my cock at the base, trying to stave off the building need to come. I swallowed hard, then began to slowly stroke my length. “Let me see you like this so I can have a delicious visual to get me through my work days.” She did as I asked, pressing her fingers to her pussy, working herself.

Her eyes were trained to what I was doing and her hand started to move faster, her fingers pumping in and out of her. I’d had enough. Climbing onto the bed and between her thighs, I pulled her fingers from her pussy and sucked her sweetness off her tiny fingers. Fuck, I had to have another taste. I aggressively grabbed her thighs and lifted them over my shoulders with her ass off the bed, and my mouth latched onto her mound, sucking on her honey spot, drinking her up.

“Shit, hell. That feels so good,” she cried, her hands looking for purchase, finding a spot on my head. Maggie tugged hard then pushed as she got closer and closer to coming again.

“You taste even better,” I grunted with a mouthful of pussy. I wasn’t done until I felt her body tighten on me and heard a deep moan followed by my name.

She was still riding her wave when I lined up my cock with her entrance. Leaning down, I stole a kiss, letting her taste her cunt on my tongue. My hand pressed between us, pinching her nipple as I made one smooth thrust, taking her virginity and kissing away the pain.

Her eyes watered up, but she didn’t start to cry. “It’s over, baby. The pain should be getting better. You tell me when to move and I’ll do my best to make you come again.”

“That burned like a bitch,” she swore. She looked adorable while she scowled at me. “That thing is too damn big.”

“Nah, baby. A pencil dick would still make you scream the first time. Now, relax because we’ve got some loving to do.” I took her lips again as I started to move inside her. My pace was steady as we both tried to get used to her tight pussy being invaded. With every stroke, her walls grasped my cock like a vise, tightening and tightening. My balls were pulling up and ready to unleash every bit of baby making seed into her. I had a lot of sowing to do. I wasn’t going to leave Texas until she had my ring on her finger and my baby in her belly. The caveman I never knew existed until I met her started to want things and would soon demand them.

The thought of fucking her every day had my cock pulsing despite it being choked. Needing to come, I slid back and almost out of her, then slammed back in. She cried out a bit from the pleasure and the pain. Her body opened for me as she grunted with the fullness. I did it again and again, tearing her apart and shaping her pussy to only fit me.

“I’m going to come, Mags. Can you come again for me or will I have to make it up to you?”

“As I count it, it’s three to none. So I’m the one who owes you.” I took her mouth, loving that she wanted to make sure I was pleased, too.

“Time to share a little secret. I wasn’t calling your name because I knew you were on the other side of the door,” I confessed, feeling my balls tighten. “I was jerking it to thoughts of you naked and getting fucked by me,” I finished with a roar. My orgasm ripped through me from the base of my spine to my head. With the last few pumps, I felt her womb clench around me.

“I’m coming,” she screamed, her nails dug into my arms as she came and my seed started to slip out of her womb. I pressed my body to hers then rolled her on top of me and closed her legs with mine locking around her ankles. I wasn’t kidding in the slightest about the baby and tying her to me. She owned me from the start, and now I owned her.