Page 83 of Revere

Her pussy is perfect. Glistening in the moonlight. The scent of her pleasure fills the room as I part her lips and sink my finger deeper. Not quite penetrating, but toying with her. Spreading her wider so I can see where I’m going to fuck her.

Patience’s fingers tighten around the sheet as her chest starts to rise and fall. Her breathing quickens with every roll of my thumb over her clit. My fingers drip with her excitement, and I’m ready for her to paint my cock.

There’s no greater sight than watching her take me. It’s always painfully tight at first for both of us. Her face pinches, and her shoulders tense. Until her body relaxes, accepting my cock in her perfect cunt. Taking me where I belong.

Patience moans, and my attention returns to her face just as her eyes flutter open. Those golden orbs land on me, and her entire body relaxes.

Trust.

“Jacob.” Her head tips back in a moan as I finally drive two fingers into her hot core.

Her hand flies to my forearm, gripping so hard she nearly breaks skin. Her hips lift, riding the waves of her pleasure.

“You’re so pretty when you’re sleeping.” I sink to my knuckles. “It’s the biggest fucking turn on.”

“I can see that.” She glances at my sweatpants, where my cock is a firm outline, giving away how fucking hard I am. “This is an interesting way to wake up.”

“Good or bad?”

She moans as I stroke her clit. “So good. So, so good.”

This girl was made for me. Every line I cross, she meets me there. Every sick desire I introduce, she submits.

“Maybe next time I’ll wake you up with my cock inside you. Or with my cum painting your chest.” I stroke her between the legs. “Maybe I’ll just leave you a present. I’ll do what I want and walk away. And you can finger your pussy in the morning, imagining what I did to your beautiful sleeping body.”

“Oh god.” She tightens her thighs around my hand.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good girl, letting me do whatever I want with you. Who gets to touch you, baby?”

She thrashes her head side to side as I pick up speed. “You.”

“Mm-hmm.” I reward her by sinking another finger in, and she’s so fucking tight I need her wrapped around my cock. “What am I allowed to do to you?”

“Everything.” She wets her lips, watching me now.

I smirk, pulling my hand away. “Remember that.”

Grabbing her hips, I flip her over on the bed and shove a pillow under her pelvis. Her fingers dig into her pillow, and she tries to watch me as much as she can from the corner of her eye.

“If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my cock.” I pull myself out, kneeling behind her as I tug her back to me.

With two fingers, I spread her pussy and spit. It trickles down her ass, over her cunt. Dripping onto the bed.

She soaks my cock as I stroke it over her, and while I’d like to play a little longer, her moan snaps my restraint. I grab her hips and impale her on me in one swift thrust. Her scream tells me it might have hurt, but she doesn’t resist. She doesn’t pull back or try to slow me down. She takes me like I want her to.

I’m teaching her—molding her.

The perfect fuck doll and the girl of my dreams all in one.

Fight all she wants, I’m going to make her my everything. Starting by filling her with cum. I’ve yet to ask if she’s on the pill, and part of me hopes she isn’t. I want to give her my body. My soul. My children.

Reaching forward, I cup her perfect tits in my palms and thrust so hard they bounce. I can only imagine how full and heavy they would be if she were pregnant.

I never considered myself a family man, but I’m going to build a dynasty with this girl.