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Kyle always found a way to surprise me. It’s one of my favorite things about him. Usually.
We hadn't been dating long and we were making out on my bed.
He was on top of me, and his fingers were tracing my wet slit after pulling my pretty lace panties to the side.
Our breaths hitched in unison as his fingers pushed their way inside of me.
“You feel… Fuck,” Kyle purred in my ear and kissed my neck, “Soft. Wet. Perfect,”
I was close to coming when he withdrew from me.
“I can’t take another minute of this,” He sat up and began to unbutton and unzip his pants, “I need to be inside you,”
He pushed his clothes down to his thighs and I was so surprised at how good I was about to have it. When his cock sprang up I had to stop myself from sitting up and putting him right in my mouth.
If it would even fit.
God, it was blushing. He was so mesmerizingly thick and so wet with precum that he was practically inviting my tongue to run over each vein.
When he sank into me for the first time, it felt like I was in nirvana. As his hips started to move, it felt like our bodies were made just for each other.
Kyle felt it too, “You feel too fucking good,”
I grabbed handfuls of the sheet near my head. The way he fucked me was so intense, I’d never felt anything like it. He was thrusting in long, deep strokes, but he moved firmly and hit hard. He was so controlled and deliberate that when he made eye contact I thought I was going to melt.
“Really?” My ego was starting to feed off of this.
“You make me want things–” He grabbed one of my wrists, then the other, and pinned them to the bed, “Like right now, all I can think about is filling you up with cum,”
“...We shouldn’t,” I whined as his cock expertly continued to massage my sweet spot with each thrust.
“I need to come inside you,” Kyle said, then ran his tongue over my collarbone and let a soft, wet kiss on my neck.
My eyes rolled back, he felt so good, that I could barely process what he was saying.
“I’ve never felt like this, I don’t think I could pull out if I wanted to,” He kissed me hard and pushed his tongue into my mouth.
“You can’t,” I whimpered at his lips.
“It’ll feel good,” Kyle smirked as his hips started moving increasingly faster and harder, “Not just tonight,”
I whined and writhed but it didn’t seem to phase him at all.
“I’d take care of you,” He promised.
I looked up at him. He was fully pounding into me now, so the eye contact only made everything seem more immediate, more consuming, and more intense.
“You’d be the most important thing in the world to me,” Kyle assured me as he looked into my pleading eyes.
He ran his tongue over my bottom lip and kissed me. Our tongues turned over each other and my body really did feel like it belonged to him already.
I sighed into his mouth as he mumbled against my lips, “I’d keep you knocked up. Over and over so that everyone would know how much I love to fill you up,”
I shook my head and tried to keep hold of what little power I had left.
Then Kyle groaned so loud and recklessly that it shocked me, “Fuck, I need to come inside you,”
I writhed underneath him as he continued to slam into me, trying to see if he’d free my hands or not. He kissed me the second I gave up.
“I'm sorry,” His hands clenched tighter around my wrists, “I have to,”
“I need it,” His hot breath melted on my skin like warm honey, “I'm sorry,”
I tried to fight it, I tried so damn hard, but I came right then. He felt so good fucking good and even if I didn’t want him to finish in me, all the shit had been saying to me turned me on. The idea he couldn’t control himself around me was more than a little intoxicating.
Every bit of pleasure he’d been giving me overwhelmed me. My back arched and he watched me as if completely infatuated with every movement my body made.
The sacred space between my legs that he’d been dying to desecrate closed around him and gripped him desperately.
“I can’t stop,” His hips jerked into me abruptly and with a shocking amount of force, “I’m sorry,”
Kyle sealed his lips onto mine and every bit of his body weight was on me, pinning me in place. I writhed a little but I couldn’t move.
He groaned deep into my mouth and I could feel his cock, buried as deep inside me as he could get, pulse and pump hot, wet spurts of sticky seed. Just like he wanted.
“I love you,” Kyle murmured in my mouth as he finished emptying himself and filling me, "I'm sorry,"
A few weeks later the plastic stick turned blue.