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Jillian

Once our eyes finally meet, there is no stopping it. Any chance of building a platonic base for our union seems impossible at that moment. We have to have each other.

We kiss, holding each one longer than the last. My body responds, relaxing into his arms. I forget about the stress from the past week, allowing myself to focus on his strong body and luscious lips. His kisses truly are sensual and forceful, and they instantly make me feel like we could get through this pregnancy together. His passion is flowing through his kisses, and his desire is making me want him bad.

He takes us over to the couch, keeping our lips securely locked on the way. The fact that he is able to move with any sort of composure and suddenly seem not worried about the future, moments after hearing he is going to be a father, is heroic and unexpected. He is a stallion with strength and resilience.

He starts removing my clothes layer by layer. I have both of my hands right where they want to be: gripping his dick firmly. He strips me the same way he is kissing me: slowly and sensuously. He isn’t rushing through it just to fuck me; he is being romantic.

Once all of my top layers are gone, he uses his big, strong hands to rub my back while we make out on his couch. His assertive touch sends tingles up my spine. I feel waves of pleasure with what he is doing to my back. Mason is a master of joy and someone whose manliness is so potent that I got pregnant even while using a condom. I want to feel his come running down my throat.

I start to remove his pants, hoping to taste his cock and try his flavor. Once he realizes my plan, the race is on. He quickly removes the rest of my clothes, and I am powerless to stop him. Before I can get to suck on his cock, he’s starting to play with my pussy. I want to take his boxers off, but his touch is too distracting and pleasing.

After he becomes reacquainted with me, he begins to focus his energy on my moist clit. I’m not sure if it’s the element of surprise that makes me extra wet for him—I certainly didn’t think about having sex while I was driving up here—or if it’s his forcefulness. Somehow, I know I will have no control, and I decide to let go and enjoy being with him.

He isn’t only helping me; he’s helping himself. Even if his panicking is mostly beneath the surface and manageable, I know that he has to be scared. I can’t imagine what he is thinking now that I’ve turned his world upside-down. All I know is that he is ready and able to use our bodies as a temporary distraction.

He massages my clit differently than he had before. The circles he draws into my flesh as he rubs are getting wider, and he applies extra pressure when his fingers caress my sweet spot that he knows how to find so well. I get his boxers down to his knees, but his influence is deterring me from my mission.

I grab onto his hand that is buried inside of me, holding it steady, preparing for my explosive finish.

And then, he stops. He pulls his fingers from me and sticks them in his mouth. He licks his fingers until all of my juice is gone.

“So delicious,” he says in a husky voice.

Then, he teases me a bit with his cock. He rubs his fat, wet tip delicately onto my clit. I feel I can orgasm simply by feeling his magic stick pressing my sensitive nub. He makes it worse by rubbing his entire shaft and fat, smooth balls up and down my clit, grazing so close to my aching, wanting hole. He getssoclose, and I feel him piercing my folds, but then he never quite slides all the way in.

He is torturing me. I’m moving my hips on his cock, hoping he might accidentally slide in, or I might suction him up into me, force-feeding my hungry pussy his hot, healthy cum.

I inadvertently begin to whimper like a dog the longer I hump him with no penetration. I need him to cool my loins, spread apart my warm walls with his powerful manhood, and to take me to another place. I want him so bad. I haven’t been able to get his thick, juicy cock out of my mind since I first had it. I lick my lips, considering going for the upper hand and putting his wet dick down my throat. It keeps rubbing against my wet cunt so temptingly.

Finally, he pushes his huge shaft into my pussy, releasing me from my torment. It’s hard to accommodate him, but my tiny walls stretch.

“Oh,” is my delighted cry as that enormous member penetrates inside. “Fuck.”

He starts fucking me so hard immediately, taking my breath away with each majestic stroke. He thrusts into me so hard and so deep that I feel sudden, incredible bursts of pain.

Rather than endure it or focus on the pain, I tighten myself around his shaft, feeling every bit of his girth. My pussy hums as his cock rubs my sweet spots, sending me to the edge of pleasure. He gives one particularly deep thrust, and then I lose it. I grab onto his shoulders, holding them for support as I convulse and have a wild orgasm, shouting loud enough to echo across much of Wrightwood. It’s all so hot; I just can’t hold myself back any longer.

Fortunately for me, I have a partner who enjoys giving orgasms as much as receiving them. He wears his wide grin of satisfaction from getting me to come so quickly like a badge of pride.

“I can’t believe you finished so fast,” says Mason softly.

“I can’t believe you’re so damn good,” I say through fits of tired laughter.

“I’m not done with you yet, missy,” he warns. “I’m going back in, and you’re going to take every inch of me again like a good girl.”

“Oh, yes sir.”

I do what I’m told. I lay on my back, spread my legs, and I let him return to fucking me with the intensity of a superhero. He begins slowly, giving me plenty of time to accommodate his considerable size. It takes little time for me to come again. He is so hot and manly. All I need is to feel his warm, tan skin rub against mine the way it does whenever he grinds on me.

He still has yet to come himself, and I’m not sure if it’s intentional or not. I know that I keep attempting to hold out my orgasms for as long as I can.

He sits on the edge of the couch, and before he can tell me what to do, I grab hold of his pulsating cock, holding it steady while I slide down on him nice and easily. Once I have him completely straddled, he surrenders to my control, and I ride him faster than he is expecting. I slide up and down his pole again and again, dripping my juices down his dick with each merciless bounce I make on his lap.

We kiss each other, moaning loudly each time we give ourselves a moment to breathe. I continue riding him. I bounce on his fat cock until he erupts inside of me. The feeling of his hot cum shooting into me triggers my last orgasm that day.