Page 36 of Dream Girl

“We have fucked before,” I remind her as her cheeks burst in redness.

We have had sex more than I can count because I’m an addict, and it’s going to take more than my self-control to stop me from bending her over the couch. Her body is addicted to mine too; it’s not a one-sided thing.

When her body knows that I want sex, she reacts, and it’s the most extraordinary thing I could ever see. It’s selfish and despicable, but she likes to feel just as much as I do.

“Don’t say it like that!” Amelia wrinkles her nose and testing out being filled without a condom.

The pillow under my fingers is going to tear if she doesn’t tell me that it is alright for me to move. I have the discipline of a caged beast, and it’s not a good thing to keep me subdued when I need to pound her into the bed.

“Are you hurt?” I ask, giving her cheek a chaste kiss.

She shivers and shakes her head, soft fingers running up my back. That’s all I need; her consent is too important for me to be an impatient ass. Amelia barely has enough time to let out a word before my mouth is on hers, swallowing her cries and taking her tongue.

She clings to me weakly, hoping to find purchase as my hips draw back to fuck her into the bed. I would be gentle with her as she is a fragile girl that has delicate limbs, but the sloppy slick between us echoes out loudly as I pound her spread pussy with vigor.

“I missed you today,” I whisper in her ear knowing that she’s susceptible to my voice.

A gentle rock has her straining her body, keening and begging with a broken moan. Amelia is a dainty girl, emotionally and physically too. Anticipation expands in the bottom of my stomach; a tingle in the back of my spine starts to crawl up with ghosting trips.

We just made love yesterday, but I couldn’t take the condom off. I wanted her to be ready for me and get used to my cock again. She’s too sensitive to change, and I wouldn’t last if her pussy is wrapped too tightly with cum smearing on my shaft.

I want this to last. I want her to be able to feel my cock, bare and hard for her while she knows the possibility of conceiving by my cum.

Finding that sweet spot in her small cunt, I pummel inside her with a goal to make her cum. I don’t have to work too hard when she begins to tremble; she has the voice of a scared woman, and the impossibly tight hole clamps down as her orgasm takes over.

It’s amazing, breathtakingly thrilling to feel her hot cum soaking my cock, soiling the sheets and still pulsing for more. The beauty of her face remains in my memories, burned and framed to perfection as her brown eyes tearily meet mine, asking and begging to be loved by me.

How could I ever say no to this beautiful woman who has always been mine? I don’t. I don’t say “no”, and I will never deny her of anything if I can help it.

“I-I love you,” she murmurs, pushing her face into the side of my neck with her heavy breath hitting me.

Her cunt spasms more, pulling me to a world of the sparkling kaleidoscope as I hunch over her. My cock thickens, balls tightening up, and cum spills in her puffy pussy.

I don’t stop, and I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Her pussy is too pretty, too perfect to not make it messy with my cum dripping from her used hole.

“M-Milo!” She trembles, eyes already unfocused and staring off into the distance with shuddering breaths.

“Wait—please, I’m sensitive!”

I move her to make her kneel on the bed, ass up and her tiny hole messily leaking my creamy white cum. She sobs, her small body shaking with twitches strongly and her protests fall deaf into my ears. The thickness of my cum stretches down to the bed before it breaks as I hoist her hips up with my hands, forcing her swollen cunt to take my thick cock.

It’s impossible to tell if her pitiful cries or the way her cunt spasms around my cock is better but combining them is nothing compared to the way her lips form my name. Her thighs tremble, back exposed to my eyes as her small fingers curl into the crumpled bedsheets.

Her cunt slowly flutters as I make my hips flush with hers, letting my cock just sit in her cunt to feel the mind-numbing grip she has on me. Snaking one hand down to her clit, I find the hard little nub and pinch it between my fingers.

She yelps, jerking against the bed as my hand holds her still.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” I command, and her body reacts too well to my words.

A meaningless sound slips past her parted lips, spine arching a beautiful curve, and intense coiling of her small hole satisfies me enough to savor the moment while I watch her try to regain her composure.

My love, the voice in the back of my mind purrs. “My Amelia.”

A sheen of sweat forms on her pink skin, too tantalizing for me to not raise my hand and bring it down to hear that crack against her ass. She’s startled with a squeal of pain, cunt squeezing tighter than before while she shakes her head.

“P-please, I—I can’t—” Incoherent mumbles add in the vulnerable delicacies that she emits, and it’s triggering something more primal inside of me.

I hush her, putting a hand on her back to pin her down. She squirms and gasps, but she stays still while I use her pretty little pussy as much as I like. It’s not a disrespect to her strength, but it is a testament to her ability to submit to me on her own will.

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