When he drapes his body over me, the feel of his weight makes me lose my breath. His scent, his warmth, the intensity of this moment makes my eyes bristle with tears. When his eyes find mine, he smiles, rubs his thick cock against my clit and dips it into my wetness. I shamelessly spread my legs wider. I need him like I need air and nothing’s stopping this from happening now.
“I love you, Teresa Franco. You’re my first, last and only love.” His velvet voice makes my heart sing with joy and his words melt my heart forever.
I bring him closer and encase him in my limbs. “I love you, Calvin Young. Only you. Always, you.”
I take a deep breath and prepare for this exquisite pain I’ve waited so long to feel. I’m ready.
Dear God, I’m so ready.
When he hesitates to stare lovingly in my eyes, my patience falters. Hugging him tightly, I bring my hips up and feel him sink in halfway. The pain startles me, but my senses awaken to the delicious torture of being claimed by the man I love.
“Tess!” He pulls out, terrified he’s wounded me.
“Calvin! Stop teasing me. Don’t be gentle. Don’t make me beg.”
His gaze smolders. “Such a naughty girl. So eager to be plucked?”
I nod. “Lucky you.”
He pulls my hands over my head and crushes his mouth to mine. I quickly lose myself in his lips, his taste and the feel of his stiff head nudging my clit with every move. With our lips sealed, I brace myself and he thrusts forward, shredding my innocence and filling me completely. Our hands lock and our breaths mingle as he stretches me open with every plunge. Awash with pleasure, I hold him tighter, reveling in the feel of his invasion until my sleek channel molds to him, surrendering without a fight.
“Calvin...” I whimper for more and he happily gives me everything. Friction distracts me as I learn to take him. The more he gives, the wetter I become and the easier he splits me in two. My body welcomes every thrust. My heart thunders with love. I want all of him, every day for the rest of my life.
“Tessa, you’re so tight, baby. I won’t last.” He groans as he drops my hands and brings my knees forward. “Where do you want my cum? I’ve got so much to give you. Tell me where you want it.” When he pulls out and thrusts back in, he builds a tension that sends me into another world. My hips tremble, bucking wildly as the friction grows stronger. Every kiss brings me closer to bliss.
I gasp, hold my knees and let him sink even deeper. “Inside me, Calvin. This time, come inside me. Tomorrow come on my breasts, in my mouth, on my ass — mark everything as yours.”
“You’re unbelievable. And I’ll hold you to that.”
His corded arms flex as he holds his weight off, barreling in and gliding out, while my pussy flutters around his shaft. I cry out, whimpering against his shoulder, clawing his back, thrashing against his hot skin while wave after wave of savage lust tears through me and I dive into ecstasy.
“Calvin, I’m coming!” I grasp his sweaty chest and arch my back as this gorgeous man, my man, breaks me in and claims me as his woman.
“Not yet, baby. You’ll make me come. You feel too good to stop now.” He brings my hands over my head and with two more powerful thrusts sends me over the edge.
“Calvin!” My breath hitches as sweet friction carries me to the apex and tosses me over the mountain. Lost in oblivion, my cries fade as he crushes his chest to mine, covers my mouth with a smoldering kiss and accepts my unqualified surrender.
“Are you sure you want my cum inside you? You know what that could mean.” He whispers against my lips and I melt into a puddle of hormones.
I nod. “Yes...please. I know what it means.”
“I’ll always give you whatever you want... I love...” His words drop as his body tightens. His arms pull me closer until there’s nothing between us. While he whispers inaudible words of love, his growl vibrates against my chest and his pulsing cock fills me with rope after rope of hot seed.
This is the beginning of everything, and I’ll never get enough.
Seventeen
Calvin
I wake up sore and spent with an angel curled in my arms. Last night was the most incredible night of my life. I’m madly in love and I can’t wait to drag this girl down the aisle. She’s loving, sweeter than any woman I’ve ever met, and so fucking insatiable. My life is made.
If it wasn’t for my fifteen-year dry spell, she might have given me a run for my money, but my ravenous lust for her gorgeous body gave her no peace. Even now, I have a hunch she’s feigning sleep to escape the stiff boner poking her back.
Desperate for another round, I brush the hair off her shoulder and nuzzle my face into her neck. “Sweetheart? Are you awake?”
She fakes a snore.
“You’re not escaping so easily. You promised to ride me, and you fell asleep.” I roll her over and make her straddle my hips.
She holds her breasts in her hands, leaving most of her milky flesh exposed. I pull her hands away and cup them with my own.
“I’m exhausted, baby.” She whines. “You kept me up halfway through the night.”
“Sweetheart, I am so hard. Feel me.” I bring her hand behind her hips and make her grip my rock-hard erection.
Her face lights up. “This might be too hard. You could hurt yourself.”
“Make it go down. Come on, baby. Do it for me.” Before she can say no, I lift her by the waist and slowly bring her down on my shaft.
Her tight pussy takes me in, and I feel every inch of her gushing walls stretching open just for me. When my cock touches her cervix and my balls feel the curve of her ass, I bring her forward on my chest. I take her puffy lips, still swollen from hours of kissing and seal this sacred union with one fiery kiss after another. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world, and she’s mine. All mine.
“Calvin! You’re too much.” She complains through moans.
“You can handle it, Tessa. You handled it all night long.” While her perfect tits bounce in my face, she grinds ruthlessly, setting a ferocious pace and wild rhythm. We kiss, lick, and nibble on every piece of skin we can reach. Nothing remains untouched. Nothing comes between us. As I watch her writhe and roll her hips with lovestruck eyes, my heart races with love for this crazy girl. I’ll never get my fill.
Holding her hips, I thrust back. I can’t thrust deep enough. Primal lust clouds my mind as my visceral need to claim her pushes me towards my climax. I need to know she’s mine. I want to see her belly grow with the fruit of this all-consuming desire, and I want anyone who looks at her to know she belongs to me forever.
She’s not on the pill. She confessed last night after our third round, but I assured her I suspected it all along. This is what I want. Us and our family. I’ve never felt anything like this. This is madness, but everything about our love makes me feel like I could climb the highest mountain.
I pull her close and thrust with a savage pace. She tries to keep up, grinding and bouncing on my cock, racing me to the finish line while her screams grow louder and her words of praise stumble into incoherent gibberish.
“Calvin!” Her descent comes fast. Flailing and rocking, she loses her breath, stiffens in silence, wails into the ether, then falls freely into a euphoric oblivion that makes her eyes roll back in her head.