Page 67 of Sideline Play

Fingers in my hair, her grip making me hiss and chuckle as I follow her edict to look at her—blue, expressive eyes shining with dilated love, lust, and adoration—she sweetly returns, “I love you too, Remington,” before pulling just a bit more as she roughly meets my next thrust and all but growling at me, “Now stop holding back and fuck me like you want to put your baby in me and won’t let me leave your bed until I’m knocked up.”

“Fuck,” I swear, crashing my lips to hers in a harsh, bruising kiss. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but I’m fuckin’ keepin’ you forever.” Then grabbing the leg that’s wrapped around my waist, I push it back to her chest so she’s completelyopen and spread out beneath me, driving my cock down into her, the harder, faster rhythm clapping the headboard against the wall.

“So desperate for Daddy’s cum,” I purr, her whimpering moan further drawing words out of me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Scar? You want me to fuck this little pussy until you’re full of my seed, until it leaks down your thighs and I have to push it back in where it belongs.” Feeling her contract around me, the fluttering of her walls increasing, I coo, “Yeah, you like that don’t you, baby? Wearing my ring and taking my name isn’t gonna be enough for you is it?”

“No,” she cries, the sound loud and desperate as her small hand slips between us, creeping down towards her thighs.

“Such a good girl for me, already reaching for your little clit.” As she starts to vibrate her fingers over herself, I continue, “That’s right, baby, play with yourself. Make that pussy soak my cock and steal my cum like the greedy, demanding little thing you are. Make Daddy come, so I can push my seed so deep inside you, so I claim you from the inside out.”

“Oh fuck, Remi, I’m close! Please, do it!”

Sweat dripping down my back, my abdomen slick and gliding along her chest, I kiss her forehead and, voice hoarse with desperate will for our fantasy, whisper, “Is that what you want? You want me to give you a baby? Make it so everyone knows where I’ve been, what I’ve been doing to you, who owns and possesses this pussy, whose cock you beg for each and every day?”

Stretching and looking as far up as she can so her gaze meets mine where I’ve been staring down at her, watching her come undone, she breathes without hesitation, “Yes,” her cunt growing more and more wet as the time between her excited contractions grows shorter.

Releasing her leg, I move my hand down her stomach and spread my fingers out so I engulf her lower belly, her eyes tracking my every movement. Applying a bit of pressure, we both grunt and hiss as I contract the space inside her, further molding her pussy to my dick.

Caressing my thumb along the top of her soft, plush mound, my words turn reverent as I say, “You’re gonna look so pretty growing my baby. This flat stomach of yours round and stretching with life. Your pert little breasts heavy, nipples dark and leaking milk for my tongue to lap up.”

“Fuck Remington, YES!” she screams, her leg fighting my arm, the other already hooked around me and constricting as her body grows taut, lips parted and brow pinched.

Inside, her pussy clamps down on me, wringing and milking until I’m rutting into her, lost to the earth-shattering sensation of her orgasm as it pulls mine from me. Heat racing down my back, balls drawing up in my sac, my breath short and hot as it fans over her skin until I erupt. My cum paints her walls in thick, stuttered ropes, each sputtered release prompting her nails to dig even deeper as she claws in search of purchase. The leg of hers I still hold fruitlessly tries to close around me to keep me at home inside her wet warmth, her cries melodic as she sobs my name and begs for more.

It feels endless, her twitching and mine, the cresting waves of release continuing to lap against us, as we turn limp. Slowly releasing her leg, Scarlet’s quick to wrap it back around me. She’s sweet and endearing as she mumbles, “Stay,” arms closing around me as well, her kisses soft and light.

Sweeping her frizzy, knotted hair back from her bright, sweaty face, I smile, “Hold on, baby,” quickly rolling us so I’m under her before my softening cock can slip free.

“Mmm…” she hums, nuzzling her head under my chin.

Things are gentle and quiet as we catch our breath, our racing pulses beginning to taper off. Every touch is lazy and delicate, each one serving as a point of connection, an anchor to reality as a euphoric, dreamy haze settles around us.

Turning to glance up at me, Scarlet looks radiant, if debauched, and more than a little sleepy as she whispers, “Thank you; this was perfect, the whole night.”

“You deserve nothing less, baby girl,” I murmur, smoothing my hand over her hair and guiding her back to fit against me.

It’s as her breathing becomes more and more steady, my own evening out as my eyes grow heavy, that I glance at the clock and groan, beginning to pat her bare and slightly chilled behind.

“Up, up.”

Grumbling, she snuggles further into me, turning her face in the opposite direction.

“Come on, you can come right back—and with a blanket this time—but I need to get up.”

“Fine,” she sassily draws out before gracelessly rolling off of me and cuddling one of the pillows to her chest.

Kissing her shoulder, I get out of bed and head for the bathroom. Tossing two hand towels into the sink, I turn the water on so it warms and soaks the terrycloth. Then going over to the vanity I once rolled my eyes at being installed, I start to dig through her things, shuffling her makeup, perfumes, and whatever else around while opening drawers until I find the palm sized little case decorated with a vinyl sticker that says, “Strike ‘em out, baby.” Popping it open, I verify that she hasn’t taken today’s pill yet and snap it closed.

With it in my hand, I go back to the running sink and take out one of the towels to clean up my dick. Deeming it good enough for the night, I toss it in the other sink and after wringing out the second, bring it back into the bedroom with me.

Kneeling on the bed, I soothe my hand over Scar’s side before patting her hip, gently coaxing, “Open up for me, baby girl,” smothering my laugh when she rolls over and gracelessly flops her legs open.

“Need sleep,” she groans, her morning zombie-like personality rearing its cute and grumpy head. “Sex exhausting.”

Wiping the towel up her legs and gently through her lips, I cup it to her flesh, as I chuckle, “I’ll take that as a compliment,” one of her eyes peeking open to glare at me. Taking advantage, I hold her birth control up and say, “Come on, you’re already a few hours late.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” she groans, finally rousing up to sitting. Snatching the pack from me, she yanks it open and pops the pill out before tossing the case onto the nightstand as if it's offended her.

Handing her the tumbler of water, I shrug, “No you don’t, and you really won’t when you don’t get pregnant; now swallow.” Giving me a glimpse at her rare bratty side, she does as I say but not without opening her mouth and lifting her tongue as proof once she’s done.

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