Page 63 of What He Wants

He grunted. “Fuck, you’re in for it now.”

He flipped me over onto my stomach. I knew what Big John wanted but before I could even move into position he was taking control. He pulled me to my knees, which put my butt high into the air. His hands massaged over my cheeks, squeezing and parting them, his thumbs brushing over the tiny opening of my anus. I whimpered every time, twitching forward a little, but always coming back for more.

His hand moved between my legs and I felt a finger brush over my slit before parting the folds and moving over my labia. I knew that I was dripping, and Big John proved it by bringing that same finger up to my anus. I felt him coating the small sphere, circling it with slick moisture and going gently inside slightly, and then he was slipping a finger deep inside me. I sucked in a breath, feeling my pussy clench at the erotic intrusion.

“You think you can take my dick back here?”

I knew that I could. I brushed away the thought of the last time I’d been taken there, refusing to let Paul ruin the good that was happening between Big John and me. “Yes.”

He groaned, gently thrusting his finger in and out. “You know how much the thought of my dick claiming you here turns me on?” His tone revealed that he didn’t expect a response from me. It was as if he were voicing his thoughts. “I want to claim you everywhere, baby. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, every hole so that you know who you belong to. You’re mine, Daisy.” He added another finger. “Thisis mine.” I felt his lips on one cheek. “You know that, right?” He asked right before biting down on me.

“Yes, Big John,” I said, lost in the bliss surrounding me. “I belong to you.” I wanted to belong to him, and only him. “I need your cum inside me,” I half whispered, not understanding why I felt so strongly about it. Having his cum inside me, I don’t know, maybe it would feel like he was really claiming me, putting his mark on me, and that it was more than just the words he was saying.

“Yeah, baby,” he said gruffly, pulling his fingers out of me. “I’m going to fuck this ass soon, but right now I need your tight pussy.”

I felt him align the head of his cock up to my opening, running it up and down my slit a few times before parting the lips of my sex and penetrating me completely. I released a long, deep, moan and closed my eyes, savoring the fullness inside me. And then Big John moved, and I was feeling the earth shake. He pounded into me without mercy, going deep with every thrust and filling me to capacity. I felt his hard muscle glide against the soft walls inside me, scratching an itch only he could scratch.

Our noises of pleasure and satisfaction filled his bedroom, probably going beyond. But I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but Big John claiming me, and my claiming him. Because I was. I welcomed him into my body, knowing that I had a good man. A man who would protect me and take care of me. As he pumped his cock into me, and his heavy balls slapped against my wet flesh, his hand was at my clit, pinching and flicking the tiny nub until I cried out my release.

“Oh, God, I’m coming Big John!” I convulsed around his cock.

“Me, too, baby!” he rasped in a grizzled tone, pulling my hips against him and grinding his loins against my sex as he lost control. “Aaaargghh!” he groaned roughly, shooting ribbons of cum deep inside my body.

His seed.

I could feel his cock pulsing as he orgasmed, the huge muscle swelling and then expelling against my walls. The thought of his cum filling me turned me on. He was only the second man I’d ever let fuck me raw and it felt as if his powerful essence was replacing all the bad and evil that had been Paul.

With release came the aftermath of peace and calm. The occasional twitch racked our sweaty bodies but we were content to sink upon the bed and let exhaustion claim us.

Chapter 26

Big John

I was totally spent, even though my cock was still hard. Hell, it might never be soft again as long as Daisy demanded my seed inside her. I had to fucking admit that fucking her raw, feeling nothing between us when I pounded into her, kept me hard and horny. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d given a woman my seed, willingly. Had to be close to twenty fucking years at least. I hadn’t cared enough about any woman to chance giving her my baby.

Hell, the vision of Daisy pregnant, her belly swollen with my kid, didn’t even leave the usual fear in my gut. I knew being on the pill wasn’t a hundred percent reliable but I didn’t give a fuck. I planned on fucking her without a condom all the time now, filling her with my cum until it seeped out of her. Fuck, that would be hot. My dick jerked with the thought. I thrust my hips against her so that she could feel it.

She mumbled tiredly, her face against the pillow where she’d collapsed. I grinned. Couldn’t make out a word she’d said but that was okay. I knew that I could have her achy and wanting without half trying. It seemed my woman liked sex and her fire and sweet demands fed my fucking soul. Made me want things I never thought would be within my grasp. Decent things most men like me never got. Shit, I thought about my other brothers who’d found happiness in their lives, all because of a good woman.

It had been a battle for them, too, letting their women in.

Daisy was soft and pliant beneath me but I was worried about crushing her so I rolled to my back, bringing her with me. She moaned as I settled her backside against my front side until we were both lying down, my dick hardening inside her. I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands up and down her sexy curves, fucking satisfied how well she fit against my body. As my dick lengthened and hardened more inside her I let my hands travel from her tits down to her pussy and back up again, squeezing her fleshy globes in my callused hands.

She sighed with content, half asleep. The scent of our recent fuck hung heavy in the air surrounding us. I sucked in a deep breath, filling my lungs with it, letting the power of musk tantalize my senses. I couldn’t remember a time when I was aware of the scent of a woman, or the erotic scent of sex lingering after a fuck, or anything else for that matter. I hadn’t stuck around to cuddle with the chick to notice.

I liked holding Daisy against me. Her ass was cushioned against my groin while my dick was buried inside her, her legs lying on top of mine, her back against my torso and chest. I brought her arms up on either side of my head until they were resting against the bed. This brought her tits up and gave me easier access to them. I groaned, feeling my dick stretching inside her, blissfully drowning in the mixture of her cream and my cum.

Fuck. As long as Daisy wanted my dick bare inside her I was going to remain hard.

I tested how asleep she was by pushing my ass deeper into the bed and then thrusting up again. The move had my dick sliding out of her almost to the tip before my thrust buried it back inside her. She moaned loud but other than that she didn’t move. My roaming hands settled on her tits, palming them and pinching the nipples until Daisy gradually began to gasp and squirm. I fucked her slow and steady, groaning at the tightness of her body in this position.

“Big John ?”

“What, baby?”

“Feels so good,” she said softly.

“I know,” I agreed, my breathing growing choppy. My hands began to caress over her body roughly, matching the speed of my thrusts. I kissed the back of Daisy’s neck, beneath her hair, and worked my way around to her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth. I worried it carefully, hearing her breath catch. “You want more of my seed inside you, baby?” I whispered into her ear.

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