by Rye Hart
“You make me feel comfortable, Malcolm,” she said. “I forgot, for a moment, what it was like to be in the same room with you, but now that I'm here – this all feels so natural.”
“Good,” I said, squeezing her hand. “Because if at any time you don't want to go through with this, just say the word.”
She chuckled. “There's no way I'm backing out, Malcolm,” she said. “You don't have to worry about that.”
She stood on her tip-toes and I leaned forward, her hair brushing against my cheek as our lips met. A shockwave coursed through my body, a warmth spread across my skin and down to my groin as our lips brushed against one another's. Casey pulled back and stared deep into my eyes.
“I know we can't get too attached to one another,” she sighed. “But I don't want this to be awkward either.”
“I agree,” I said, stroking her cheek tenderly. “I want you to enjoy this.”
“And I want you to enjoy it too,” she said as she leaned into my touch. “There's just one thing I think you should know – ”
“What is it?”
She closed her eyes and rested into my touch. “I'm – well – I'm a virgin.”
My entire body froze, and I felt entirely rooted to my spot. As if she could send the tension in my body, Casey opened her eyes, concern written across her beautiful face.
“Is that going to be a problem?” she asked.
“I just – well, I really don't know how I feel about being your first, Casey. Especially under these circumstances,” I said. “Your first time should be special, not just a babymaking activity.”
She moved her head just enough so that my fingers rested against her lips. She kissed them gently before speaking.
“I have no doubt we can make this special, Malcolm. I need to do this,” she said. I pulled my hand away, but she grabbed it back. “I want this.”
She kissed me again, her lips pressing against mine and took the words right out of my mouth. Her body pressed into mine as our tongues met, setting off explosions of sensation inside of me.
“I want this, Malcolm,” she repeated, her lips moving against mine. “Please, don't deny me. Let me have your baby.”
How could I resist a woman literally begging me to fuck her, to have my child? I couldn't. My body ached with a need I couldn't resist. I picked her up in my arms, lifting her feet off the floor, and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, gently, and fell on top of her. We continued kissing as I explored her body and she explored mine. Her tiny hands removed my suit jacket, letting it slide to the floor, before she went for my buttons.
My cock grew harder, aching as it fought against the confines of my slacks, pressing into Casey's belly. My shirt fell to the ground, and Casey raked her nails across my flesh.
“Yes, yes, Malcolm,” she groaned, arching her back up toward me.
It was her first time, and I didn't want to hurt her. I wanted her to feel good. To truly enjoy herself and not regret me being her first. I moved down the length of Casey's body as she stared up at me, a confused look on her face.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I didn't answer her. Not with words at least. I lifted her dress up, exposing her thighs, and dotted soft, gentle kisses along her skin. She groaned, her body shuddering as I inched closer to her panties. From between her legs, I could smell her. It was the delicious, musky scent of a woman who was turned on.
She wasn't lying when she'd said she wanted this, I thought to myself.
I slid the panties aside and dove into the freshly shaved pussy, my tongue lapping at her clit. Casey jumped and let out a soft giggle of surprise, but then her hands found the back of my head and she was groaning as I went down on her.
I sucked and licked and tasted her wetness, slipping a tongue inside of her warmth. There's nothing better than making a woman orgasm with your mouth. Feeling her body tense and writhe underneath you, the muscles of her pussy spasming around your tongue was one of my favorite things. I loved the taste of it, the knowledge that I was giving pleasure to someone.
Casey's nails dug into the back of my head, her entire body tensed up as every muscle contracted and released while I worked on her with my mouth. I knew she was close and kept eating her out until she screamed.
“Oh God, Oh God, I'm – ”
The rest of the sentence was incomprehensible as she spasmed wildly, her thighs tightening around me as she came. After the last throes of her orgasm, Casey collapsed flat onto the bed, her entire body limp. She looked down at me, her eyes half closed and a crooked smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she whimpered. “But why –”
I slipped her panties down and off her body as I answered, “It's your first time, Casey,” I said. “I want you to enjoy it. And in order to enjoy it, you need to be relaxed. What better way to relax you than warming you up with an orgasm first?”
She smiled wider at me as I tossed her panties on the floor beside us. I reached for my belt, and Casey sat up, helping me unzip my pants. Her hands were still shaking slightly, as she slipped my pants down, exposing my cock.
I watched her face carefully, as her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open into a perfect “O”. She stared down at my member, then up at me with absolute lust in her eyes. I'm fairly well-endowed – another reason to make sure Casey was ready for me.
As much as people like to fantasize about sex with virgins, truthfully, it usually sucked for both parties involved. Unless you were into hurting your partner, that was. And I wasn't. Not at all. I pulled at the sundress, forgetting about the zipper in the back, and lifted it up and over her head. Something ripped as I yanked it off, but neither of us seemed to care at that moment. The tip of my dick glistened with pre-cum, and my balls ached from the semen building up inside of me.
While I hadn't told Casey about it, according to our fertility specialist, I wasn't allowed to masturbate for days to make sure my sperm count was high enough to hopefully get the job done the first try.
Not that I'd complain about future tries, but time was of the essence.
Casey laid back down on the bed, naked except for a black, lacy bra that held her D-cups. I fell down, on top of her, dotting kisses along the cleavage as she wrapped herself around me. I adjusted her body, so I could reach the hooks in the back, removing the bra and tossing it to the side.
Her nipples stood out from her breasts, perky and pink, and I kissed her right one gently. Casey whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as I took it between my lips and sucked, keeping my eyes on her face as I did so.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Good,” I said. “I want you to feel good, Casey.”
I pressed myself into her, the tip of my cock brushing against her clit. So close, so very close. Just one thrust and I'd be buried inside of her warm, wet pussy. As if Casey could read my mind, she looked into my eyes and smiled.
She raised her body upward, and tried move things along, but I slipped, rubbing against her instead. It was just a taste of her warmth, of her wetness, but it was enough.
I had to have her.
I steadied myself on my arms, hovering just above her, and looked deep into her eyes as I took hold of my dick with one hand. I didn't need to ask her if she was ready or if she was sure, her body told me that she was. She wrapped her legs around me and I slipped, just the tip, between her moist lips.
Casey bit her lip.
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she said.
I feared she might be lying. She pushed her body upward, taking more of me inside of her. I spread her open, stretched her farther, and that was the point of no return for me. I thrust myself into her once more, the tightness of her closing around me. My head fell forward as I was sheathed inside of her.
Casey gasped, her legs tightening around me and her nails dug into my back. I looked up, into her eyes, my cock buried inside of her. I kissed her sweet lips, convulsing with pleasure from the muscles squeezing me
down below.
God, she felt so good. So tight. So warm.
Slowly, we started moving together. Our bodies worked in unison, as we rocked back and forth once she was used to me being inside of her. Her eyes were wide, her groans growing louder as I moved inside of her.
Maybe it had hurt a bit in the beginning, maybe not. But, we were very clearly past that. Her wetness helped ease me in and out of her, and she held onto me for dear life as we made love.
I knew I couldn't hold out for long though. I could feel that my orgasm was already building up inside of me, preparing for me to explode. Going without sex or masturbation had weakened my endurance and knowing that I was about to shoot my seed inside her, aiming to impregnate her, only made me weaker.
Still, I wanted to make her orgasm again too, I wanted to feel her thrash wildly beneath me, cry out in sheer ecstasy. Gritting my teeth, I held out for as long as I could. Casey's face was a mask of pure bliss, and she cried out.
“Oh, Malcolm! Yes!”
Just like that, I felt her pussy squeeze down around me hard, tightening her even more than before. It was as if her body was begging for me to explode inside of her. That was it, that was all it took. One look down at her, and I groaned, feeling my cock pulse and throb as I spilled my load inside of her. Streams of hot cum shot out of me and into her, filling her up, as we rode out the waves of pleasure for as long as humanly possible.
When every lost drop of my seed was nestled inside of her, I stayed there, on top of her, my cock still sheathed deep within her, was we savored the moment. Never before had I fucked with the intention of getting a woman pregnant.
This was entirely new to me – and I couldn't deny that part of me was even more turned on now. Knowing that my sperm was moving through her body, hopefully reaching an egg and putting my baby inside of her womb. There was something magical, something powerful, and profound about that.
I looked down into Casey's beautiful, hazel eyes, and pushed her hair back from her face. I dotted kisses along her jawline and neck, then moved to her mouth. She kissed me back, and even though I'd just unloaded inside of her, I felt myself growing hard again.
I pulled away from the kiss and fell down onto the bed beside her. She stayed on her back, staring at the ceiling, a near dazed look in her eyes. Maybe she remained in shock over the fact that we'd just had sex, or maybe she wasn't sure what to say. I couldn't be sure. But she just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, a look somewhere between disbelief and rapture on her face.
“Come here,” I said, my voice soft as I urged her to curl up beside me.
“You don't want to go?” she asked, not looking me in the eye.
“No, I'm not going to just leave you afterward, Casey,” I said. “What kind of man do you think I am?”
I propped myself up on my arm and stared at her for a long time. She eventually came closer to me, allowing me to wrap my arms around her, and pull her close. She rested her head on my chest and didn't say a word. I listened to her breathing, soft and even, with my face buried in the thick nest of her hair.
I probably should have left, she was right, but I didn't want to go anywhere. The only place I wanted to be was right beside her, holding her close. I didn't want this to end, and part of me wished we'd get another chance, maybe a few more, to be together.
I knew though, somewhere deep down, that would be a very bad idea. Because the longer it took for her to get pregnant with my child, the less time I had to win my dad's company back. Not to mention the fact that it would also give me more time to grow attached to her.
“Thank you,” she murmured against my chest.
“For what?” I asked. “I'm the one who should be thanking you.”
“For not rushing out of here,” she said. “I know this is all business to you, but I don't want to be alone right now.”
“You're not alone, Casey,” I said softly. “I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CASEY
Do not get attached. Easier said than done when you're curled up with someone like Malcolm Crane. My head rested on his sculpted chest, and I could hear his heart beating as I trailed the tips of my fingers along his abs. His fingers moved along my back, the gentlest of touches that could put me right to sleep.
My insides were warm and gooey. Not just from where Malcolm had filled me with his cum either but like in my stomach and chest too. I felt close to him in that moment – closer than I'd ever felt to anyone, anywhere, ever.
The fact that he wasn't going anywhere was nice. It was a lot more than I expected considering the fact that I was merely a human incubator for his future child. I was thankful he was taking his time with me. Not rushing away now that the deed was done. It meant a lot. We didn't say anything for the longest time. We just lay there in a silence that was companionable, though tinged with a touch of awkwardness. I listened to his breath and savored his touch, because God knew, I might not ever experience that with him again.
If we were successful, this was going to be it for us.
As if he could read my mind, Malcolm cupped my chin in his hands and turned my face toward him. First, he kissed the tip of my nose before moving lower, to my mouth. The kiss was sweet, chaste, and yet somehow, reassured me and made me feel better about things. It was crazy, but it did.
“I'm so glad I cleared my schedule for today,” he said.
His free hand cupped my breast, circling my nipple, and my body shuddered pleasantly in response.
“We can stay here all night, Casey,” he said. “If you'd like.”
I would like it. Very much so. I knew it was wrong though, and knew I should say no. But instead, I opened my mouth and something completely different fell out.
“Sure,” I said. “Couldn't hurt to keep trying, right? Just in case the first attempt didn't take.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Malcolm said.
He pulled me around, so I was on top of him, and I stared into his blue eyes. His hair was stuck to his forehead, still sweaty from the first go-round. I sat, naked and bare, on top of him and his eyes moved over my body. Up and down, his eyes moved, drinking me in completely.
His fingers trailed along my breasts, moving down to my tummy, which was rounder than I cared for it to be, to my thighs and, then he cupped my ass.
“I don't know what to do,” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.
“That's okay,” he said, leaning up to kiss my lips. My hair fell around us, shielding our faces, acting like a curtain. It shut us out from the rest of the world.
“I'll be happy to show you,” he purred, sending a chill of pleasure along my spine.
Our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly. Like a hand and glove. With him guiding his hard cock, I soon felt him pressing against me again, hard and ready for round two. Malcolm gripped his shaft and guided it to my opening, slipping it between the soft folds of my lips, and I moaned. I lowered myself down, taking him inside of me.
The feeling was intense, and my body exploded in sensation the moment he entered me. It was unlike anything I'd felt before. I'd used toys and masturbated before, sure, but, having the real thing inside of me was mind-blowing. I sat there, my body trembling slightly as it got used to him being so deep within me. Malcolm stroked my back, and gently started moving me up and down on top of him until I found the rhythm myself.
I fell forward, my hands resting on his strong chest as my body moved on top of his. Malcolm's hands were kneading my back as I ground myself into him, making my body pulse with delight.
Malcolm kissed my neck, then my collar bone, drawing a soft sigh from me. Then he slid his tongue down my chest, taking one of my nipples between his lips. I groaned as his tongue lapped at my sensitive skin, making me spasm around his cock as I continued riding him.
“Oh yes, Malcolm, yes,” I whimpered.
As I ground myself against him, impaling myself upon his hard rod, an animalistic sound came from deep within Malcol
m. His head fell back against the bed, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. His eyes were half closed, but little slivers of blue peered back at me from behind heavy lids. He held onto me, pulling me down hard on top of him, over and over again. Faster and deeper. He thrust upward into me, filling me deeper than before and made my entire body shudder with pleasure.
“Oh Casey, I –” he growled.
His eyes opened wide, and his movements became frantic. I might be new to sex, but I could read his body, and I knew he was close. His jaw was clenched tightly, and he was fighting it. Trying to hold off and delay the inevitable.
“Come for me, Malcolm,” I said
I tightened the muscles with me around his cock involuntarily, as my entire body spasmed. I cried out, clawing at his chest as pleasure ripped through me, taking me by surprise, and I groaned. Waves of pleasure washed through me, shaking me from head to toe.
“Come inside me, Malcolm,” I moaned. “Please.”
Malcolm grabbed onto my ass as I thrashed wildly on top of him, and he pulled me down hard onto his thick rod. Our pelvises pressed together as every muscle in my body tensed up on me. The sounds coming out of my mouth didn't even sound like me – they were wild and unbridled. I had no control over my limbs or my voice, but Malcolm kept a tight hold on me.
I stared into his eyes as he shuddered and grunted, filling me with even more of his cum. I moaned in pleasure as I felt it shooting deep inside of me. If luck was on our side, he was putting a baby inside my womb in that very moment. The idea of carrying his child inside of me was suddenly very surprisingly sexy and appealing to me.
My heart racing and my breathing ragged, I collapsed on top of him. I felt completely spent, and Malcolm kissed my forehead as he stroked my face. Neither one of us seemed capable of breathing normally at first.
Malcolm whispered to me, his voice tickling my ear and sending small jolts of sensation through me.
