by Jason Lenov
When he was done, when he stepped away, I thought it would finally be my turn. Jaymal started grunting beneath her and I knew I'd have to wait. Just a little longer. Could I do it? Fuck, I had to do it.
She wailed a little. I guess because she'd never felt anything that big flex inside her ass. I stared at another set of balls, another shaft pulsing into her. Come was flowing from her now. Her pussy was drenched in white spunk and it was leaking out of her.
Some sick part of me hoped it wouldn't all leak out. Some part of me hoped there'd be some left when I finally got to plow into her. What the fuck would that even feel like, slipping into Samantha's pussy that was still coated in another man's love?
He finished quickly, Jaymal did. He didn't linger, either. Whether he saw how ready I was and was being polite, I don't know. He got out from under her and off the bed. I didn't even know where the three of them went. Suddenly it was just me and her in the room.
Her feet were still up in the air. Her pussy and ass were leaking cum. Her expression got so soft when she saw me, when she realized it was my turn next.
"Come here baby," she whispered. She shuffled up the bed a little so she wasn't quite on the edge. I crawled between her legs. We couldn't stop staring at each other.
"Come on baby," she coaxed, "you put it inside me now. I'm full of cum but I want you inside me. I want your cum inside me too."
I tensed. Then I shuddered. Just a few more seconds. Just until I slipped myself inside.
I felt her hand on my cheek. Then I felt both of her arms around my neck. I looked down. My cock was throbbing. I put it in the exact spot the other two had. For one beautiful moment, I felt the warmth of her and all of them on me. I looked up to see her smiling. When she said it, it was barely a whisper.
"Come on, baby. Fill me with your cum."
With a massive groan, I sank myself inside.
She squeezed me too. She squeezed me the way she'd squeezed them. It was pure, blistering bliss, gliding into that sticky tunnel. She wasn't as tight, stretched by them, but it didn't matter. As my body pressed against hers, as she wrapped her arms and legs around me, I felt myself start to come.
"That's it," she cooed softly next to my ear. Her warm breath made me shudder. The first blast of my eruption raged through my shaft and exploded onto her coated walls. I groaned and drove my body into hers.
"Oh yeah," she purred, "fuck me the way you want to. Just like that."
Another thrust. Another gush of cum into her cunt. Another blinding wave of pleasure that shook me to my core. I felt her pussy clench my cock.
"Oh fuck yeah. Your cum feels so good inside me," she murmured then kissed me on the cheek.
I looked up. Our eyes locked. I could feel another surge coming but for that moment, I saw her in a way I'd never seen her before. My sweet, little angel princess. She looked like she'd do anything for me.
A final blast of pleasure raced through me and I felt my ass clench as I jammed my cock deep into her. A final pulse of seed. I started falling, coasting down from my peak. Panting, I dropped down onto her body. We were both slick with sweat.
Had she put it in? I wondered. It made me pulse inside her. She felt it. I felt her hands drift slowly down my back and settle on my ass.
"I love you, baby," she whispered.
"Oh Samantha, I love you too."
Chapter 20
I was perched on the edge of the bed. Our bags were packed and waiting by the door. I watched her on the balcony. She wanted one last breath of sea air. I glanced at the clock. We had to go soon, or we'd miss the plane home. Would that be the worst thing?
Believe it or not, I hadn't asked her yet. There'd been plenty of opportunity, it wasn't that there hadn't. We'd seen Bastian again one more time but nothing happened. She was sore and tired from that night and I felt like I'd had my fill. The guy was so cool it didn't matter. He took us to some dive on the beach and got us drunk and told stories about France and we all said we'd get together again one day. Even if we didn't, we'd never forget Bastian.
Besides, our sex life took off like a fucking rocket after that night. It felt like we were young and in love and needed to fuck like rabbits. It felt a shame to spoil that kind of fun.
Suddenly she was right next to me, smiling.
"So?" she asked.
"So?" I echoed.
"Ready?"
I paused. She cocked her head. "Almost."
She raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"
I stood up, staring at her eyes. "I have to ask you something."
I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw her smile grow wider. There was mischief there. "What is it?"
The inside of me started shaking. I knew she had. I knew she'd put it in. She may have turned a little wild but she wasn't foolish.
But there was just that tiny, nagging doubt...
"You remember what we were trying to do? Why we came here in the first place?" I asked. Oh God, I'd never felt so nervous. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be...
"Of course I do," she whispered, touching the tip of my nose with her finger.
I was breathing heavily now. I felt like I could feel every nerve ending in my body. Of course she did?!? What did that mean?!? Did it mean she'd gone completely crazy and not put the thing in? Did it mean that...
"I thought we should just take a break from that this week. But let's start again as soon as we get back. Okay?"
I couldn't help the sigh that heaved through me. She gave me a quirky, puzzled look, like she'd just watched a man go mad.
"You alright?" she asked.
A knock at the door.
"Come!" I shouted.
The bellboy stepped inside. "Take your bags sir? The cab's here."
"Go ahead," I said. "We'll be right down."
"Very good, sir," he answered, shuffling through the door with our suitcases in tow.
I turned around to see the devil dancing in Samantha's eyes. My smile faded. She leaned in to whisper.
"Did you really think I'd let them make my belly round?"
I swallowed loudly. My cock jumped. I pulled away and stared at her in disbelief. Little minx.
"I..." I wasn't sure what there was to say to that. "...really love you, my Samantha."
Smirk. "Well I love you too, Mr. Smith. Let's go for a plane ride!"
She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I turned and watched her strut towards the door. She walked into the hall, turned and winked. I followed her out of the room and back home.
***
I'm still not sure exactly what happened on that vacation. Was it me? Was it her? Was it the beach, the ocean, the wine? I try not to think about it too much. I've never been more in love with her than I am now.
She's expecting. We conceived a few months after getting back. There probably won't be much time for shenanigans of that kind coming up. I'm told children get in the way of all that. It doesn't matter, though. We've never been closer or happier.
Sometimes, you just need a week at the beach.
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