by Celia Crown
“Have I not fucked you enough last night?” I grunt, rolling my cock out of her to surge back in.
Camille cries with one of my hand caressing her soft skin under my shirt. With her moans, my cock throbs insistently. It’s one thing to fuck in general, but it’s a completely different thing when I’m fucking Camille.
She’s the love of my life even at times where she frustrates me to no end, but I can't think when she looks at me like I’m her whole world and I proudly return her affection.
My cock swells up, fervor coiling my stomach as the air gets thicker and warmer.
“Mark,” she coos, teetering on a whine. “Mine, all mine.”
She’s too drunken on the pleasure that she’s giggling to herself, “You smell so good, please never change your soap.”
Her and her weird cross wires, Camille becomes like this when she is high on the stretch that my cock gives to her tiny cunt. So modestly shy yet sexually aggressive that it’s adorable to see her try to take control when we both know I’m the one who calls out the orders and she is my obedient wife.
The band around her ring finger is no longer cold on my skin as they bring another sensation that shoots shivers down my balls. It’s a symbol of my ownership over her, the big diamond on her dainty little finger to tell any worthless men to fuck off.
She squeaks, silken pussy rippling as I throw her legs higher with my hand clamping under her thigh. I have the space to hammer my cock inside, filthy squelches bring a blush on her cheeks and Camille shakes her head.
“I-I’m coming,” she breathlessly mewls, glassy eyes show hints of anxiety before it goes away to let trust take its place as she knows I’ll always be here to catch her when she loses control.
“I love you,” I rasp, my velvety voice triggers her pussy to soak my cock with another thick gush of slick.
She comes, a sweet moan resonates into my soul and I slow down my pace. Leisurely rocking into her trembling folds, using her cum to slide her clit down to my pelvis. She writhes and drunkenly yelps, she cries my name so gorgeously when her eyes glaze over as if she is in a trance.
I let her leg fall onto my rocking hip, hanging uselessly over as I cradle her dewy face. She instinctively leans into my touch, nuzzling her cheek to my calloused palm. Her eyes close, letting the tempo of my cock drag out the fiery aftermath of her orgasm.
She buries her face into my chest and sighs blissfully, moaning softly and meeting my thrusts halfway with a twist of her hip that brings relief to her sodden clit. Camille is far to busy looking for her next orgasm to notice me murmuring my confession into her hair, trying to hold back my boiling cum from spraying too quickly.
I want her to have another one before I let go, and by the spasming walls, her little cunt is just a hair away from snapping just like the coils in my stomach.
My weighty cock forces her walls to accept my intruding girth with a hiccup tumbling out of her red lips, keeping her pinned and stretched with my shaft. With nowhere to go, she can only take my strong and muscled arms as a stable foundation in her shattering pace.
Her keen cry muffles with the growl erupting from my chest, thundering in my ear as blood pound after the resonance.
She comes again, a smaller but equally powerful orgasm that makes her stop breathing. I pat her back and she chokes, shaking so violently that her quivering walls milk my cock. The veins in my neck pulse and all my muscles pull taut, teeth-baring as I stare down on her debauched expression and I cum harder.
My cock expands and it tugs deliciously on her slits as she whimpers, spurting richly white messes in her throbbing walls. Her tears rolling out, wobbling lips begs for my kiss and I drop down to grant her wish as another thick splash of cum pool viscously in her tight cunt.
Camille hiccups, smiling goofily as she struggles to keep her eyes open. She’s warm all over, a sheen of sweat clinging to her forehead as I can feel a dollop of cum escaping her snug pussy. I shift, shoving my length deeper to prevent more from spilling out.
I wouldn’t want that to go to waste. She likes feeling them dripping and swirling obscenely in her gaping hole, absolutely disgusting, but it turns me on knowing that her small pussy is fucked open by my big cock. A cock so thick that she has to tell me there’s a bit of stinging when I breach her tiny opening, she returns to being virgin tight every night.
Having the feeling of deflowering her pussy all the time does funny things to my head, it makes me more possessive of her when we go out.
Men can sense her innocence like a shark in blood water, she would get attacked by wolves without me protecting her. Her reliance on me fuels my territorial love, easily seeing red if anyone even breathes in her direction.
Camille doesn’t notice these things, but as a man myself, I do. I can see the lust in their eyes when they think I’m not looking, no one dares to approach us when I have my arm sling over her waist. I have another arm to break jaws, training to be in proficient in both hands can come in handy when I need to put an idiot in his place and keep Camille safely huddled to my side.
“Mark,” she slurs with the same goofy grin.
I hum for her to continue, and she takes a moment to gather her thoughts.
She’s going to get a good night sleep tonight.
“I’m pregnant.”
I should be surprised but I’m not, however, I am happy because I already know the news. Changes to her body are so small that she doesn’t notice, but I do. I know every inch of her body like the back of my hand, I memorize all the ticks and quirks that she has.
“I know,” I answer, and her slow brain doesn’t catch up or is too tired to have a confused reaction like I predicted.
“Don’t lie,” she murmurs, stuffing her face deeper into my thundering chest. “I just found out like three days ago.”
“I knew in a week advance.” I kiss her hair.
She groans, “You took over my body and found out before I did, how dare you.”
There it is, the level of tiredness in her reaches to the brim. She likes to spew nonsense when her brain stops working and it happens often, especially when she gets fucked.
“Go to sleep,” I grunt.
“You body snatcher,” she mumbles.
“Yes,” I agree. “I stole you.”
We were moral enemies working on the opposite side, yet we ended up together through a series of sinful attraction and flawed temptation.
Finale
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