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He knows his name has never sounded so fucking good.
“Johnny…Johnny…Johnny…Johnny!”
“Mmm, baby, fuck…Faster, move those hips faster fo’ me, baby.” Johnny knows that his grunts and groans, the choked out moans and his growling at his girl to move faster and faster—all of it—are making him sound like a caveman, but at that moment, he couldn’t care less. He tightens his grip on her hips, where she continues to bounce her overheated body and her hot little pussy on his cock until he’s nearing incoherence.
She doesn’t know, he thinks to himself, gloating in his mind. She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know, she doesn’t—
Her perfect tits bounce in front of him with her frantic movements, and Johnny sits up quickly, sucking one nipple into his mouth. Perfect, she tastes perfect, she’s so good for him, but they’ll get bigger, they’ll get so much bigger when—When his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, she cries out, grinding into him, clutching at his shoulders with her fingernails.
“Lean back fo’ me, please, baby,” he says through gritted teeth and she obeys easily, stretching out her body over his outstretched legs as much as she can. Johnny knows the instant that the head of his dick pushes against her g-spot because her voice catches in her throat, and she lets out this long, painful groan that he wants to be the last thing he ever hears before he dies.
“Ohhhh fuck, Johnny,” she whines, head thrown back, gripping her hair tight—it’s messed up from her rough handling, and Johnny knows that he’s never seen a sexier woman.
“S’that it baby? Ye like my cock, eh, stretchin’ yer pussy? Cannae think, can ye lass, ah’m fucki’ you until ye can’t even think.” Johnny doesn’t bother waiting for a response—it’s not coming, and he knows he’s right anyway. He watches with a smug grin as his girl doesn’t even open her eyes, just grinds her body faster and faster, rolling her hips against his, trying to get off.
“Not yet, lass,” he warns, stopping his movements, and making her whine, her grip in her hair tightening. He feels sorry for her plight, just briefly, before the voice in his head reminds him why he’s doing this in the first place. He has to give her something though, he decides and sits up fully, grabbing her hips and thrusting in gently, dragging the head of his cock against that familiar, rough patch of skin inside her.
Johnny can smell her now—that’s how fucking wet and slippery she is, and he wonders why he didn’t eat her out before he started this.
“Please, Johnny, please Johnny, please, please!” She’s begging now, just the way he likes it. But…it could be better. He wants her incoherent, the only word from her mouth his name while she crosses the most pleasurable edge she could ever be on. It’s his pleasure, no, his duty to take her there.
Johnny knows exactly what he needs to do—for any of this to work, for his come to take inside her, it’s her pleasure that’s more important, after all, not his. He gingerly places his hand on her belly, about where he imagines the head of his cock is. (When he looks down at where her poor pussy desperately grips his dick, he wonders how she’s going to walk after the whole thing is over. He is beyond hung and he wonders how he’d managed to get even half of his length inside her, let alone the entire thing.) He decides he’s tortured her enough and starts to move faster, pushing his hand down at the same time, starting to pant at the sensation. Fuck, he should’ve done this ages ago.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, Johnny, ah ah, ah ah!” She’s screaming at this point, and he can’t really blame her—from what he can see, from what he can feel, she’s having a mighty good time. Her pussy tries to grip Johnny’s cock and can’t because she’s so slick. She’s shaking–he can feel her coming–and when he flicks her eyes up to her, he can tell her eyes have rolled back into her head.
“Ye gon’ come baby?” he asks in a smug tone.
“Yes!” she screams, and Johnny immediately looks down, refusing to miss this show for the world. His eyes stay trained on her pussy and she starts to literally convulse, her entire body vibrating with pleasure. Johnny pushes down harder with his hand and moves his dick faster and harder into her when it happens. Her pussy literally clamps on his dick, trying to push it out and suck it in at the same time.
The stimulation to her g-spot and the pressure of his hand causes her to squirt, making her even more wet than he thought would be possible. It gets all on his dick and his belly and her thighs, and it is the hottest fucking thing he has ever seen.
She screams his name as she comes, hard, and then promptly goes limp, her hands beside her head curled into fists. Her thighs naturally fall open, and his eyes latch on to her destroyed, juicy pussy still clenching rhythmically around his dick.
“Cannae fall asleep baby,” Johnny coos as she clenches her eyes, moaning low and deep. “Ah’m still hard and I know ye want me to come inside ye.” She can’t see it, but Johnny smirks as he says the words. She only wants you to come inside her because she thinks she’s safe.
“Mmm,” is all she can respond with and it makes him grin. He carefully slips her dick out of her pussy and switches positions, pushing her thighs wide apart and up, so her knees are spread, all of her exposed for solely Johnny’s viewing pleasure. Her swollen pussy is gorgeous, dripping and sloppy. Her tight asshole continues to clench from the aftershocks of her orgasm and it gives Johnny a wicked idea. He slips his finger along her pussy, starting at her clit, collecting her wetness that he then swirls around the rim of her ass—it makes her gasp, then shiver.
The girl is fucking kinky, and he can’t wait to make her the mother of his child.
“Ye want my cock in there, baby? My little squirter wants my dick in ‘er ass? Ye’d take me, wouldn’t ye? If I put my dick in ye little ass hole, ye’d love it, wouldn’t ye baby?” He doesn’t even bother waiting for responses between his questions. He knows the answer already, can feel it when he palms her pussy. His hand is so big that the heel of his hand comfortably rests against her clit while her fingers press against her tight ass hole.
“Ye’d even take my whole arm in there, eh lass?” Johnny pushes harder against her, making sure she understands what he’s saying. But her answering moan is so hungry that he knows that she not only gets it, she wants it.
Theoretically, he knows it’s impossible—he’s too big and if he tries to put anything bigger than his cock inside her, he could really injure her. But even the impossibility of the thought doesn’t take away how much it turns him on, and he quickly removes his hand, pushing his entire cock into the sloppy wet tightness of his girl’s pussy.
“Oh, feck, baby, ye have the tightest little pussy! Tryin’ tae suck the come right out of my cock, aren’t ya?” She’s completely gone at this point, arms thrown above her head, not even enough strength left in her body to close her fist.
Johnny gets up on his knees, placing his hands on her shins for leverage, making sure her legs stay wide open for him. He’s fucking her hard, slamming his dick so far that he can feel her cervix, feels her body physically relax against the intrusion, open up to his brutal thrusts.
“Ah know ye want this cock, baby. Yer pussy was made for it, ah know it.” Johnny’s going to come soon, he knows it. He feels it, starting from the tip of his toes and moving up. His balls tighten against his body, ready to release into the little pussy below him.
He wants her to come again though, wants her body to suck the come out of him with her clenching muscles. He wants his come deep inside her, convinced that it’s the only way it’ll take. He takes his hands off her shins and pushes the heel of his right hand to her clit, pressing hard. His other hand goes immediately behind his cock to her wet asshole, and without any prep, he slips his thumb inside. Somehow she gets even tighter, the thin skin between her pussy and ass stretched thin.
But the way she takes him in so completely makes him come, and he comes hard. Johnny pushes down on her clit and moves his thumb in her ass while his cock explodes. He can feel her slick pussy lips sucking his dick further inside her, pulling his come deeper and deeper into her body.
He feels more than sees her passing out, her legs falling open and body going entirely limp. Even though she’s asleep, her body continues to milk him, pulling in every last drop of his come into her. Regardless of what she’s said before, regardless of what she thinks she knows, Johnny knows that her body wouldn’t do this unless she also wanted to make him a father, so he doesn’t stop fucking her until he’s tingling from overstimulation.
When he finally slips out of her pussy, he spreads her lips so he can see the result of his work, see what he’s done to his girl’s greedy little cunt. It’s rubbed raw, puffy and swollen—what used to be a tight little hole is now gaping, the exact same thickness as his cock. (He’s not too worried though—he knows his girl is resilient. She’ll be as tight as a glove come the morning sun.)
It’s at that point that Johnny realises how tired he is—every single part of his body burning and sweaty. He flops down beside her on his stomach, and throws his arm across her torse, his hand smoothing over her belly. He pays special attention there—this could be the one. He wants that part of her body swollen and stretched, has wanted it for months at this point. He makes a mental note to replace her birth control with sugar pills again.
But first, he needs to sleep.