Page 38 of Christmas Sunrise
"That's not where I want to be, Jenna." I continue to stroke myself through my boxers as I climb up on the bed, opposite her.
My hungry, filthy girl focuses on where my hand is. "Where do you want to be, Marty? How are you going to fuck me?"
"I want to be inside you, Jenna. I want to be fucking you so deep I hit your cervix." I check her reaction, that I haven't said too much or the wrong word, but it's like her eyes turn to puddles as she leans towards me.
"Yes. And are you going to fuck me hard, Marty? Are you going to give me your cum and make me pregnant?" Her voice is more high-pitched than usual. It's affected and unnatural, and I fucken love it because I know she's doing it just for me. She knows this shit turns me on.
I reach out and wrap my hand around her neck, squeezing the sides but not applying any pressure at the front.
"I want you sore today, Jenna. I want you to ache from me. I want you to feel what I did to you when you sit down for Christmas dinner. I want you to remember why, and I want you to look at me and mouth the words ‘thank you’ across the table."
"Fuck, Marty." She whimpers.
"No, that's not what I said. What will you tell me?" I apply a little more of a squeeze to her throat.
"Thank you," she pants. "I'll tell you, thank you."
"Good girl," I say and then I pull her closer to me and slam my mouth against hers.
We kiss like the world around us is burning to the ground, and maybe it is. Maybe I got the temperature wrong on the oven and it's all burning to ash down there, but I don't care. I only care about invading Jenna's mouth with my tongue and pulling her hand away from her pussy so I can claim it for myself. She wasn't lying. She is soaking. I slide my hands along her, back and forth, back and forth, stopping only to play with her clit or to push my middle two fingers inside her.
"Marty, please."
"Please, what, Jenna?"
"Please fuck me."
It's clear from the way she rides my hand that she doesn't want to wait any longer and truth be told, neither do I. Keeping my fingers inside her, I use my other hand to push her back. As she lies down, I apply more pressure against her front wall and find her clit with my thumb.
"It's going to be quick," I say.
"Yes," she hisses as a wave of desire trembles through her body.
"It's going to be hard." I bend low and bite one of her nipples through the lace. I love the wet patch it leaves there.
"Fuck, yes."
"And it's going to make you fucking pregnant."
I see it then. The wobble. Her expression wavering and her eyes flashing with alarm.
"Tell me to do it," I growl as I kiss my way up her neck, my hand still at work on pussy.
She's still silent and although I can't see her face, I pray it's not holding onto the panic.
"Tell me, Jenna," I coax once more.
After clearing her throat, a short, breathy sound I've become so used to hearing her make when she's a little stressed or nervous, she finally speaks and as she does, her hand dives into my boxers and wraps itself around my cock. "Fuck me, Marty. Give me your cum. Put our baby inside me."
It's not just the words that push me to the point of no return. It's the way she pushes her worry aside and focuses on our roleplay, taking a leap of faith that the outcome doesn't really matter to me, no matter how lost I am in this pretence. Because I am. I am totally lost in the fantasy. It's driving me wild and I just want to fuck.
Grazing my teeth against her collarbone, I reluctantly pull my hand away from Jenna's pussy and use it to shove my boxers down. It takes no time at all to kick them away and then I gently push Jenna's legs further apart.
"No, wait!" she says and it breaks the spell. It brings me back into the room.
"What? Are you okay?"
She pushes up on her elbows. "Fuck me from behind. It always feels so much deeper like that."
