This time she’s tight but takes me easily. She feels so good, not just around my cock but where she’s trying to touch me everywhere all at once, like she’s not certain that I’m real and has to keep proving it to herself. Meanwhile, I’m losing my grip on physical existence. All I have is Jessa, my beautiful girl. I want her beyond reason. Having her beneath me, small and lithe and panting, makes my chest roar and ache. This girl is my world. I caught her, she’s mine.
And now my captive is free.
The keening sound that comes from her mouth gives me savage delight. The lack of control of her lungs is the best music. Because I did that. I drove her wild and made her shake uncontrollably.
Yes, I’m barely hanging onto sanity, but seeing that Jessa has lost it altogether is the proudest moment of my life.
Her eyes are glassy and flit everywhere. Now her limbs are free, she’s making good use of them. She touches me with abandon, like she’s trying to find a hidden key that will unlock me.
It’s her. She’s my secret weakness. Every sweep of her little hands sends sparks down my spine and tightens my balls. I’m going to come. I can’t last much longer against the onslaught of Jessa. Her scent. Her tight wetness around my cock as I thrust in and out of her. She takes all of my length, which isn’t a given being that I’m built on a larger scale. But we fit together perfectly. We were made for each other.
We kiss as I fuck her hard, right into the mattress, and she encourages me. Her heels dig into my buttocks and she settles her fingers in my hair, holding my face to hers.
“Come for me,” I demand against her lips, but my voice is hoarse. I grasp her thigh and spread her legs wider and she sobs at how I go deeper. I up my pace and shift the angle so my cock rubs hard against the side of her passage closest to her clit. That sensitive area.
“More. Please, more.” My girl begging is the most perfect sound imaginable. But she needs something a little extra to tip her into pleasure again.
The next time we do this will be sweet and slow. I’ll take my time enjoying her and exploring every painstaking and sensuous method of making her feel good. There will be whole days when I do nothing but patiently make her come time and time again on my cock.
But the primal need to fuck her in the most basic way is too strong. I have to pound into her as I drown in her eyes and own her. If I don’t feel her clench with pleasure, tight around my cock, I’m not sure I can withdraw.
I cram my hand down between our bodies and find her clit. It doesn’t take much. A circle over that firm little nub as I keep up a rhythm of my body into hers. There’s no space anywhere. She cries out and arches and where I thought she was beside herself before, she’s incandescent now.
Two deep thrusts with the touch to her clit and she’s coming, shaking so hard I have to catch her leg and hold her still to continue pumping into her.
“Grant.” My name on her lips as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through her and tries to tug me with her. I grit my teeth and resist. Just a little longer.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, primed to explode.
Then she’s loose underneath me, even as her pussy still grips me. So fucking good.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her. “You’re so tight and perfect.”
“Come inside me,” she orders breathlessly, her nails digging into the muscles of my back. So demanding, my girl.
As I press my chest to her breasts and thrust harder, dragging open-mouthed kisses up her neck, and over her jaw and cheek, she lifts her bottom to bring me deeper.
“I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart.” I want her to be pregnant after this.
“To overflowing.” She’s writhing now, picking up my rhythm and pushing up again.
“So much you’ll never be able to wash it off,” I agree. I need her marked as mine. I have to have my scent on her skin, my ring on her finger, my seed dripping from her pussy, and my baby in her belly.
“Grant.” She buries her face into my neck and whispers onto my skin. “I love you.”
I break. My cock goes as deep and hard as possible right into her and I paint the inside of her passage. I jerk with the intensity of it. I’m wrecked. Ruined. A shell of a man having emptied myself into Jessa. There is no chance of recovery. It’s terminal.
I collapse onto my forearms and it’s only then I remember I should lift my weight from her. When I try, Jessa hums in dissent and grips on. Pointlessly, because I’m stronger than she is. I roll to the side and my mouth finds hers.
As my orgasm recedes I’m kissing her and saying all sorts of besotted things. That she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. That I love her beyond reason. That she’d better know that I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch her or take her from me. She giggles and snuggles into me as she agrees.
“There’s your come trickling down my thigh,” she eventually manages to tell me. “I need to clean up.”
“No. Why?” I reach between her legs and she’s right. She’s a mess. So am I. We’re both covered in the sticky combination of her cream and my come. It’s perfect.
“I’m going to wash off.” She goes to move away and I cage my arms around her. The shift has put enough space between us that I can look into her sparkling lapis lazuli eyes.
“I said you weren’t leaving this bed until you were mine. Full of my seed and you’d agreed to marry me,” I growl, low and menacing. “I meant it.”
She beams. “That’s a terrible marriage proposal. How am I going to tell our children about that?”
“Fine.” I shrug. No problem to me. “We’ll skip the engagement. I’ll kidnap you and take you straight to the church.”
I feel her laughter as her torso shakes as much as I hear it. Then we’re grinning at each other.
“Tell them whatever story you prefer, sweetheart,” I say between kisses to her cheek, and down her neck. “Tell them how I kidnapped you. Tell them I chased you. Tell them you hijacked my black cab and stole my heart, and that’s true too. So long as they exist, and you and they have my name, you can do anything you like.”
