Page 7 of A Shot at Love

She nods as she settles in. Then, as she spreads her legs for me, she asks, “Will it hurt?”

“It might,” I admit, stroking her outer thigh softly. I won’t lie to her. No matter what, even if the truth is ugly and painful, I won’t lie to her. “But it won’t last long. It’ll start feeling good before you know it.”

“Okay,” she says, giving me a devastatingly beautiful smile. “I trust you.”

“Good,” I reply before leaning back in to kiss her again.

As I kiss her, I use one elbow to hold myself up. With my free hand, I reach between my legs, pumping my cock and groaning at the sensation. I’ve been aching since our little meeting in the locker room. I’ve needed her all day long, but I haven’t allowed myself to jerk off.

I rest the tip of my length against her opening, running it teasingly through her folds as I place my forehead against hers.As I push inside of her slowly, I maintain eye contact. I watch the way her face contorts, the slight pinching of her brows as the first inch breeches her, the way her features relax as I plunge further inside.

“Breathe for me, little girl,” I say, pressing a kiss to her cheek as I sink all the way in.

She inhales deeply, and when she exhales, the most erotic moan I’ve ever heard escapes her lips. I groan in return, pushing the rest of the way into her tight wetness. She feels so incredible around my length that I’m surprised I don’t cum right there.

I hold myself still, gathering myself while she adjusts. I’m thankful to have the excuse for the moment of respite. Then, when I don’t feel like I’m teetering on the edge of blowing my load, I roll my hips shallowly.

As I start a slow, teasing rhythm, I say, “Talk to me, little girl. Tell daddy how you feel.”

“You’re so–” she starts, hiccupping as I thrust into her. “You’re so big. Feels so good.”

“You like daddy’s cock, little girl?” I ask her, shuddering at the way her body reacts to the words.

“Yes,” she says, her short nails digging into my back. “So good, daddy.”

“I’m going to go faster now,” I say, kissing her hard before pulling back so I can watch her reactions.

“Please, daddy,” she practically screams, her voice pitching up as I start to pick up my pace.

I begin slamming into her ruthlessly, one word running through my mind as I do.

Mine.

Jenna is mine. The way she moans, the way she scratches at my skin, the way she utters the word “daddy”... all of it adds up to me having my hooks in her. No one else can have her, and I know that she doesn’t want anyone else.

“Oh!” she gasps as I change the angle of my hips slightly. “That’s… Oh my god.”

“I find your g-spot, baby?” I ask, driving my hips into that spot over and over again. “You gonna cum?”

“I think so,” Jenna whines, her pussy tightening around my length. “Daddy, I think so.”

“Just let it go,” I tell her, my own climax approaching quickly, threatening to slam into me at any point. “Let daddy make you feel good.”

My words seem to light her up, and she pulses around me. A high-pitched, broken whine escapes her lips. She holds onto me even tighter as wetness gushes from her.

Her orgasm seems to take over her whole body. I feel her legs twitch and hear her voice crack. She seems torn between pressing her hips up against me to meet my thrusts and pulling away before I overstimulate her. And, as she experiences this, I keep up my steady motion, working her through her pleasure.

I can’t hold it back any longer, and as the last tendrils of her orgasm work their way through her body, my own climax bowls over me. I grunt, her name on my lips. My cock twitches hard inside her, my balls squeezing before I empty my load into her pussy.

My rhythm stays steady as I fill her up. She whines, gasping as she feels me depositing my load into her tight pussy. With each thrust, I fuck my sperm deep into her. The tip of my cock pushes up against the edge of her cervix, and I find myselfdesperately hoping that she gets pregnant, that she swells up round and glowing with my child.

Once my pleasure subsides, I slip out of her gently. I pepper kisses all over her face, stroking her jaw gently with my thumb. Then, I lie on my side, pulling her against my chest.

“Wow,” she whispers, nestling in closer to me. “I– That was better than I thought it would be.”

“Only the best for you,” I say, tilting her head up for a kiss.

The only thing that goes through my mind as we kiss lazily ismine. This girl is mine.

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