Life sure is funny that way. The other one had left because she grew tired of trying to handle my cock, and this one, almost half her age and mine, would die for it. Her tight young pussy can take a beating from any angle. That’s why I’m going to plant my son in her and keep her hitched to my side.
I feel no guilt at the fact that I plan to breed her often to tie her down, women have been doing that shit to men for centuries, the difference is that I’ve told her in no uncertain terms that that’s what I plan to do to her: no subterfuge, no gimmicks, just the straight-up truth.
She knows I’d intentionally made her a slave to my cock, that I’d worked her, used her own lust against her until now she’s as addicted to me as I am her. Some days I keep her at fever pitch, not giving her what she wants to feed the need, only to take her just when she’s at breaking point later that night.
“I’m going to cum inside you all night. I’m not stopping until my son is on you.” Her pussy clenched at my words, and I kept giving them to her, knowing how her mind works. That the angel of the morning is a wanton at night, or anytime I put her beneath me.
I know too how jealous she is that someone else had already borne me children, and with that competitive streak of hers, she’d do all that she can to surpass her perceived enemy. It all works in my favor, I suppose, and again I feel no guilt.
I lifted her ass in my hands, bringing her closer to me, holding her still for my punishing thrusts as I pounded my full length into her harder, faster, deeper. For the first time, there was nothing between my seed and her womb, nothing to stop my seed from bearing fruit.
Samantah
The sun was coming up when he finally got off of me and rolled out of bed. True to his word, he’d fucked me all night, and I had the soreness between my legs to prove it. The only time he wasn’t inside me is when I was sucking his cock to get him hard again after he’d just cum, or when he was eating me out to ease the sting in my pussy.
I barely had enough strength once he left to roll out of bed myself and head for the shower. The hot water stung, and I was sorer between my thighs than I’d ever been. I’d better figure something out before tonight because he’d promised to do the same again then too.
My body was sensitive as I ran the washcloth over myself, and I felt heated liquid pool between my thighs as I relived some of the night. Like when he’d lifted my legs around his ears and dug into me with his cock because he said that was the perfect position for his seed to take root.
Or when he’d had me on my hands and knees as he fucked into me, telling me all the while in sensual whispers what he was going to do to me. And he’d done it all. I had no idea that he’d been keeping track of my period, that he knew to the day I was fertile, and had planned this whole thing in advance.
But it just made me hotter knowing that he’d gone to such lengths. It was all to keep me with him, not that it was needed, but he seemed to think or held a lingering fear that I would be like the one that left. I can have no way of knowing that that would never happen. I’d found my paradise, and no force on earth can make me give it up.
He was waiting for me when I came back from the shower, and my nipples hardened when I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed. He patted the mattress for me to come to him. “Come, let me take care of you, or you won’t be able to take me tonight.” My comb contracted at his words.
I dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed, my eyes closing in pleasure when I felt his hand on my naked ass. “Stay there.” I felt him shift on the bed as I was still on my hands and knees. “They’ll be up soon.” I whimpered out a warning.
“I know, just one more.” I gave up all pretense of caring when I felt the coolness of his tongue as he started to eat me out from behind. His tongue, who knew a tongue, could give so much pleasure? I spread my legs wider and lifted my ass higher on his command, and he sank his tongue in deeper.
I moved my ass in short little circles as the pleasure built in my tummy until I couldn’t take anymore. “Fuck me now, please.” He grinned as he got to his knees and lined up behind me, taking my hips between his hands. Seconds later, I felt the blunt, thick head of his cock as it spread me open, sliding into me, seeking its resting place.
His cock butted against my sweet spot as stars exploded behind my closed lids. Having him take me from behind like this is always my favorite position. He gets so deep this way, and I’m at his mercy; he can do anything he wants with me, and I wouldn’t mind.
He knows it too, the way he pushed his finger into my tight ass as he drilled me with his cock. “If we keep this up, you’ll be having my baby soon for sure.” His words, how can words be so inflaming? I would’ve had ten of his babies if he asked. “Yes, fuck your baby in me. I’ll give you the son you always wanted.”
My words have just as much effect on him as his do me because as soon as I mentioned a son, his cock swelled inside me, and he fucked me harder. “Pound my pussy hard, make me cum.” I knew those words would drive him mad how he liked to hear them from me.
“Make a baby in me uncle Drake, make me your woman.” He fucked me so hard the bed knocked into the wall. Neither of us cared any longer about waking or alerting the other occupants of the house.
It was high time, too, I thought. Though I like the sneaking around to be with him, a year was more than enough. Besides, the kids were either too young or old enough to understand.
“I don’t want to hide anymore; I want you to fuck me whenever you want.” I didn’t care who knew just as long as the sweet feeling of ecstasy never ends. He stopped moving, and I thought I’d go out of my mind. “Are you sure?”
I nodded my head hurriedly, hoping he’d go back to fucking me hard and deep with my answer, and he did. I fisted the sheets in my hands to hold on as he plowed into me harder than before. I thought for sure he might tear me, but he didn’t he knew what he was doing, he always does.
Not for the first time, I wondered how my aunt could’ve given this up; how any sane woman could. If I could have his cock inside of me twenty-four seven, I would, but she’d run from it. At least that’s what he’d said when she disappeared.
The rest of the family thinks it’s because of the pressure of raising three young kids, one girl four years old, and twin girls who’d only been a few months old when she left and had just turned two.
But he’d told me one night the real reason she’d left in the middle of the night for parts unknown. I couldn’t believe that something as simple as that would make a woman give up the cushy life he’d given her, but he swore it was true. I think it’s a combination of both.
It’s true I never saw the two of them as a couple, could never understand how someone like him, so vivacious and outgoing could’ve fallen for my reserved, almost reclusive aunt. But to hear him tell it, it’s just one of those things that had happened.
He’d thought she was the kind of woman he wanted to settle down and have his kids with. Quiet, mousy even, and not one who’d have run around on him. But in the end, he was too much man for her, something I’d always known, had known since the first time we met.
They’d lived away from us at the beginning of their relationship, so I didn’t get to meet him until the oldest girl was two and she was pregnant with the twins. But it had only taken one look to know that they were not a perfect match.