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SEVEN

THORNE

“Open your legs. I want to see my cum.”

Her spent body lays, soft and full, on the deep blue sheets. So beautiful, so serene. She does as I say, letting her legs fall apart so that I see the white cream dripping out of her.

“Reach down and get it. It’s yours, CeeCee. If you can’t keep it inside you, I want you to swallow it. Don’t ever waste it. You understand?”

My hand moves without thought to my still painful erection, stroking myself to calm the throbbing as she obeys, her fingers moving between her pink, soaking folds to gather the cum that drips out.

She brings it to her lips and sucks it off her glistening fingers.

“Tell me how good it tastes.”

When she smiles up at me, her fingers still deep in her mouth, my balls tighten again. I nearly come standing here watching her, but I hold back. The weight in my sac is reminding me of why I’ve waited so long to be with a woman. Only this, right here, this feeling of ownership, the need to cum inside her until her body swells and the world knows she’s mine could make me want a woman again. Not a woman. This woman.

“Say it.”

“It’s so good.” She wriggles and licks her lips. “Can I get some more? It’s better than your cream-filled donuts.” Her impish grin warms my heart. I don’t know whether to spank her ass or eat her cunt.

“Once more, I want to see those fingers disappear in that cunt, CeeCee.”

My cock is iron, ready for another round. But the sight of her could keep me standing here watching for hours. She’s a work of art to begin with, and with my cum spread over her folds she’s a masterpiece.

Her pussy lips are swollen from her own lust. The sounds of her orgasms are still ringing in my ears as I’m deciding how to take her next.

The simplest of thoughts keep playing over and over in my mind. I want this. Her. I want her to be mine. I guess in a way it’s what I’ve always wanted. A wife. A family. Someone to cherish and protect that is so precious to me, nothing or no one else could ever come close.

Did I think I would find it like this? In an instant? No. But that makes it no less real. I’ve lived entire lifetimes inside single moments, so I am all too familiar with the way time can play and bend around events and circumstances. I’m not going to overthink this, it is too big and too right to be wrong.

“Turn over.” My voice is thick with need. Her pussy is already battered from our first round, but I ate her to enough orgasms that left her slick and soft and she took me in her tight body without too much pain.

She flips over and I see the slightest quiver in her thighs as she raises her ass in the air.

“Put your face down on the bed. Then reach back and pull yourself apart. I want to admire what’s mine before I decide what I’m going to do with you next.”

I step back, reach around and grab the chair, pushing it to within a few feet of the edge of the bed so that I can take a seat. My hand still strokes the ache in my cock as she adjusts her ass in the air.

I hear a soft giggle, and the juxtaposition of her sweetness and the openness with her body only has me falling harder and faster for this lush creature.

Her fingertips dig into the curve of her ass cheeks and she pulls her body apart, showing me what I already know is mine.