“Oh, Grant,” she gasped, at exactly the moment that I slide my shaft into her gaping, waiting *.
She cried out, and I thrust powerfully up into her body, trying to get my cock right into the very core of her. I wanted to put my seed into the very center of her soul, somewhere it could never be removed from.
I held her hips tightly, so tightly my fingers left red marks on her skin, and I pulled her down onto my cock with each powerful upthrust from my loins. She cried out, again and again, and the more I heard her scream, the closer my cock got to the orgasm.
“Oh, Lacey,” I cried at last. “I’m coming.”
“Come,” she moaned. “Come inside me, Grant.”
“I’m coming, Lacey. I’m coming.”
I felt the pleasure fire through me, just as the pain from the bullet had earlier. It was like a sharp surge of excruciating, agonizing ecstasy.
“I’m coming,” I cried again, and felt the first surge of my semen pour into her in a thick, powerful surge that started in the core of my groin and burst forward through my cock in an explosion of pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I cried, and again, my semen burst forth in an excess of electrifying pleasure.
My vision blacked out for a second and my ears started to ring. The force of the orgasm felt so good that it almost knocked me out. I gushed into her again and again. When at last my cock stopped pouring into her, I collapsed onto her back. My weight pushed her down into the hay.
“Grant,” she moaned.
“Lacey,” I replied, my cock still fused inside her.
“Oh, Grant, I waited so long to feel that,” she gasped.
I turned her back over so that she was facing me. My semen was dripping out of her hot *, evidence of how badly I’d wanted her.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life, Lacey. And I said I was going to make you mine this time.”
“I am yours,” she said, looking up to me with so much adoration in her eyes I knew she loved me more than she’d ever loved another man.
“Not yet,” I said.
She looked worried, but I just smiled. Then I climbed up over her and put my red cock in front of her face.
“Go on,” I said, “taste yourself.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
She looked at me, confused, but when she saw that I was serious, she obeyed me and opened her mouth. I put the head of my penis into her mouth and made her lick it clean, tasting the sweet nectar of her own * in the process.
Then I said, “You know, you have the most perfect breasts in all of creation.”
“Really? Rob thought I should get a boob job.”
I shook my head. “That would be a crime,” I said, and rubbed the shaft of my cock in the valley between her two perfect, pert breasts.
She squeezed them together when I started rubbing my cock back and forth between them. My cock didn’t take long to get hard again. It stiffened up, back to it’s full size, and because it was so wet it slid up and down between Lacey’s cleavage perfectly.
I looked down into her face. I knew that what I was looking at was the look of love. Lacey was so in love with me, and I’d never even realized it. I’d been so concerned about so many things that I’d missed the most important thing of all. I’d missed the love of my soulmate. We’d always been destined to be together. I knew that now.
I slid my hot cock back and forth until it throbbed in agonizing pleasure.
“Now you’re going to be mine,” I said.
“Do it,” she gasped.
And with that, a stream of white, sticky semen shot out of my cock onto her chest. It was followed by yet another stream of the white substance. It landed on her cleavage, and my sliding cock rubbed it all over her chest.
When I was done, her chest was covered in my sperm.
“Now you’re mine, Lacey,” I said. “I’m not taking any more chances with you. You’re mine now, and you’ll be mine forever.”
“And you’re mine,” she said, a sly look on her face.
“Yes, I am.”
Chapter 40
Lacey
I DON’T THINK I EVER knew what real love felt like until that moment. Grant was pouring himself into me with such reckless abandon I wanted to die in happiness. He wanted me to be his. He kept saying it, over and over. If only he knew, I was already his. I’d always been his. I was carrying his child and he didn’t even know it yet.
I looked up into his beautiful, big, bright eyes as his cock poured all over my chest and breasts. It was so hot I wanted to suck him again. I’d already had so many orgasms, I’d been so overpowered by his body, but the more he did to me, the more aroused I became.
I put my arms around him and pulled him down onto me, so that his chest was pressed against mine, glued by his own semen. He held me so tightly that I felt I’d never feel alone again.
“Never let me go,” I said.
“I never will, Lacey.”
Then he got up and put his head between my legs.
“Not again,” I said, but he just shook his head.
“This isn’t over until I say it’s over.”