Page 4 of Needing Forever

I moan as he pulls out almost all the way then slams back in. I cry out in pleasure. He groans.

‘I'm not going to last long doll. All I can think about is feeling your womb with my babies. Fuck you're going to look so fucking sexy round with my child.” My pussy clenches and I whimper.

“Please, I want it harder. Fuck me, Clay. Fuck your babies into me,” I demand, biting down on his neck. He growls and starts pounding into me over and over. All I can do is hang on as he fucks me onto his cock. “Oh God, oh God, just like that please, please,” I beg mindlessly.

“Fuck your sweet pussy is starting to clamp down on my dick. You’re already trying to milk my cum, aren't you? You’re a greedy girl.”

“Fuck yes. Give it to me,” I scream as an orgasm comes crashing through my body. My head falls back and my hands latch onto his shoulders for dear life. He roars my name and I feel his cock get impossibly bigger as he comes. Rope after rope of his cum fills my womb. I shudder and another orgasm hits me. His head drops to my chest. Running my hands through his hair, I whimper when I feel his cock start to get hard again. “How are you hard again?” He chuckles and looks up at me.

“I have a feeling my cock is never going to go down again.” I giggle and kiss him. When he pulls back he looks at me with a serious look on his face, I begin to worry.

“I’m never letting you go.” My eyes fill with tears.

“Good thing, cause I wasn't ever planning on leaving.”

He walks us to his room where he makes love to me three more times before I collapse on his chest, about to pass out. He runs his hands up my bare back and sighs in contentment.

“I’m going to love you forever, Shaye.”

“I hope so because I’m going to love you always,” I say kissing his chest.

Chapter Four

Clay

Last night was the best night of my life, hands down. Shaye is everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. We drift off but suddenly she sits straight up.

“Shit. I forgot about Snooky,” she says frantically.

“You can watch theJersey Shorehere, baby.”

“Oh, God. I do love that show, that’s where I got the name, but I am talking about my dog. I’ve never left him alone overnight before. I am being the worst fur-mommy right now.”

“It’s alright. We’ll go get him. I’m sure Bob will be okay with it.”

“Bob?”

“My sister’s cat. She’s around here somewhere,” I say getting out bed.

“Bob is a girl?”

“Says the girl who named her dog after a fist-pumper in a short dress,” I say laughing.

“Hey, it was the best telenovela from two thousand nine to two thousand twelve. Just try to deny it.”

“Alright, you win,” I say putting my hands up in surrender. I move to my dresser and pull on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

“Where’s my dress?” she asks getting out of bed, crawling around on the floor. Her naked ass wiggles in the air and I groan.

“You best get up, or we’ll never leave this room. Let’s get Snooky and then come back to bed.”

“You say that like it’s a bed thing.”

“A bed thing?” I question, holding in my laughter.

“Freudian slip,” she says shrugging.

“Right. Let’s go.”

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