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I see her reaching between her legs and gently fingering her clit.
“I thought it was too sensitive,” I say, grinning.
“Mmhmm,” she moans. “I’m still so horny. I’m ready for it, Liam.”
I’m on top of her in an instant, my hands gripping tight against her waist. I slap my hard cock against her back and run it across her ass, teasing her for as long as I can bear.
“Put it in,” she pleads.
The pain in my leg is just a vague shadow of what it once was. It’s not enough to stop me or slow me down at all. I’m so hard for Amber that not even another bullet could stop me at this point.
I run my cock against her wetness, and I press the tip right in. Warmth envelops me, and my eyes roll back into my head. I’m barely an inch in, but the anticipation of being balls deep into Amber’s pussy spikes my adrenaline through the roof.
I dig my fingers into her thick thighs as I press in deeper. The warm, wet tightness is just as good as it was the first time with her. My cock is so big that she has to really stretch for me to get in, but she’s always wet enough that it glides right in--I just have to take it slow at first.
I start to fuck her as I work my girth all the way in. I pull back, and then push back in, always going a little deeper than before. If I just rammed my cock inside her, it would be too much for her tight hole.
“God,” she says. “You’re so good Liam; it’s always so good.”
Damn right it is. I cup her breasts, letting her nipples slide between my fingers. I squeeze them between my fingers as I slide the last few inches inside her.
I feel my balls pressing against her backside, and I know I’m all the way inside her. I stay still like that for a few moments, just to marvel at the tight fit and the overwhelming sense of togetherness.
I squeeze her tits, and my cock twitches, urging me to finish what I’ve started.
I buck my hips, and Amber screams out.
I’ve taken it slow long enough, and I immediately begin to pound her raw. Her pussy gushes wet as I plunge hard and fast down her slick channel. My balls slap loudly against her, and I look down at her slim waist and thick, wide hips as I slide in and out of her. Her thick cream is coating my dick, and she arches her back down.
She moves her ass wildly against my cock, and the friction intensifies. I pound her hard for a long time, occasionally slowing down--more to give her a break than for myself. Any time I feel an urge to cum, I suppress it. I let it all build up more and more so that I can explode inside her with an intensity she’s never felt before.
And when I feel she’s about to cum--which I can feel with clarity from having been inside her so many times--I slow down and keep her just on the edge of orgasm. It’s a delicate dance, but it will all be worth it in the end.
I pull her off the bed and shove her face first against the wall. She gasps. My leg hurts, but nothing hurts as good as my cock feels.
I slam it into her from behind, and she squeals, digging her elbows against the wall. Waiting for me to pump her to orgasm and fill her up full with my seed.
I oblige.
I ram her so hard that her ass cheeks slap hard against my muscular thighs. I see her thick white cream coating my dick as I plunge it in and out of her. I feel her wetness coating and engulfing me each time I delve into her deepest depths.
And then her pussy clenches and tightens around my veiny rod, but I keep going, never slowing down.
Her body trembles against me, and her pussy gushes wet all around my cock. She milks me from within, and I finally allow myself to release. To cum.
My balls tighten up, and I thrust in as deep as I can as my cock finally explodes. My head swims and my eyes roll back into my head. It’s too intense. I feel my thick load blasting up into Amber’s channel, and then another, and another.
I love to know that I’m filling her up, and that she’s no longer on the pill. Each load I shoot is strong, and she’ll be full with my child in no time.
Her legs tremble, and I have to hold her up with my strong arms.
I push her flat against the wall, my cock still twitching deep inside her.
She laughs from pure happiness, and I press my lips right to her ear. “Did I ever tell you that I love you?”
She turns and kisses me. “You tell me every single morning, and then again every night.”
I grin.
HAPPILY EVER AFTER
“I never thought I’d be here,” Liam says.
“Where?” I ask. “At your mom’s wedding?”
He grins. “At my mom’s wedding, with my wife as my date.”
I laugh. “You really never thought you’d get married?”
He shakes his head. “Not until I met you.”
“Davis and your mom sure took their time,” I say.
Liam grins, still looking as handsome as ever, even after five years.
“I guess they didn’t need to rush,” he says.
“Sophia is taking way too long, isn’t she?” Liam asks.
“I’ll go check on her,” I say.
I go into the bathroom, and I see Sophia looking like she’s about to cry.
“Mommy,” she says, looking up at me. “I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever,” I say. I really mean it, too. She looks so adorable in her long dress, with ribbons in her golden hair.
“No,” she says. “I don’t want to get pee on my dress.”
She looks down at it, and I laugh.
I come out of the bathroom holding Sophia’s hand.
“What took you so long?” Liam asks, looking down at his watch. “Did you reinvent the toilet while you were in there?”
I never thought Liam would be one to crack dad jokes, even after he settled down. There must be some kind of biological switch in a man’s brain, though, where as soon as he sees his own offspring, his entire sense of humor shifts.
Sophia laughs. At least she thinks it’s funny. “Toilets are all the same, Daddy!”
“In China,” he says, “they are a hole in the ground. In Japan, they have little water jets that--”
“Okay,” I say, cutting him off. “She’s ready. Isn’t this exciting?”
Liam smiles, taking her in. “You look so beautiful, Sophia. Ready to wow everyone?”
She smiles. “Where do I get my flowers?”
Liam and I sit along the aisle together, on his mom’s side near the front.
I feel bad that I’m more excited to see my own daughter walk down the aisle than I am to see Liam’s mom and Davis get married--but I’m just being honest with myself. I won’t tell Liam that.
The minister talks, saying a lot of nice stuff that makes us all get a little teary-eyed. And then, finally, the music starts.
Sophia walks out first, throwing flower petals up into the air with a flourish. I see everyone turn back to look at her, big smiles breaking out on their faces.
“Awwww!”
“She’s so sweet!”
“What a beautiful girl!”
I beam with pride, and the biggest smile ever fills my face.
Liam grips my hand in his, and I feel his breath on my ear. “We did good, huh?”
“We did,” I say, still beaming.
“Let’s do it again,” he says. “I think it’s time.”
I smile even wider, but for an entirely different reason than before.
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Happily Ever After
“I never thought I’d be here,” Liam says.
“Where?” I ask. “At your mom’s wedding?”
He grins. “At my mom’s wedding, with my wife as my date.”
I laugh. “You really never thought you’d get married?”
He shakes his head. “Not until I met you.”
“Davis and your mom sure took their time,” I say.
Liam grins, still looking as handsome as ever, even after five years.
“I guess they didn’t need to rush,” he says.<
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“Sophia is taking way too long, isn’t she?” Liam asks.
“I’ll go check on her,” I say.
I go into the bathroom, and I see Sophia looking like she’s about to cry.
“Mommy,” she says, looking up at me. “I’m nervous.”
“You’ll be the most beautiful flower girl ever,” I say. I really mean it, too. She looks so adorable in her long dress, with ribbons in her golden hair.
“No,” she says. “I don’t want to get pee on my dress.”
She looks down at it, and I laugh.
I come out of the bathroom holding Sophia’s hand.
“What took you so long?” Liam asks, looking down at his watch. “Did you reinvent the toilet while you were in there?”
I never thought Liam would be one to crack dad jokes, even after he settled down. There must be some kind of biological switch in a man’s brain, though, where as soon as he sees his own offspring, his entire sense of humor shifts.
Sophia laughs. At least she thinks it’s funny. “Toilets are all the same, Daddy!”
“In China,” he says, “they are a hole in the ground. In Japan, they have little water jets that--”
“Okay,” I say, cutting him off. “She’s ready. Isn’t this exciting?”
Liam smiles, taking her in. “You look so beautiful, Sophia. Ready to wow everyone?”
She smiles. “Where do I get my flowers?”
Liam and I sit along the aisle together, on his mom’s side near the front.
I feel bad that I’m more excited to see my own daughter walk down the aisle than I am to see Liam’s mom and Davis get married--but I’m just being honest with myself. I won’t tell Liam that.
The minister talks, saying a lot of nice stuff that makes us all get a little teary-eyed. And then, finally, the music starts.
Sophia walks out first, throwing flower petals up into the air with a flourish. I see everyone turn back to look at her, big smiles breaking out on their faces.
“Awwww!”
“She’s so sweet!”
“What a beautiful girl!”
I beam with pride, and the biggest smile ever fills my face.
Liam grips my hand in his, and I feel his breath on my ear. “We did good, huh?”
“We did,” I say, still beaming.
“Let’s do it again,” he says. “I think it’s time.”
I smile even wider, but for an entirely different reason than before.
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