My hand slides between us and finds her clit, rubbing soft circles as I fuck into her harder. I want her to come again. I want to feel her milking my dick when I go over the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” I pant. “I need to feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you.”

Her moans get higher, more frantic, and I know she’s close.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “Let go for me. I need to feel your pleasure.”

She shatters beneath me, crying out my name as her pussy spasms around my cock.

And that right there is all it takes.

My hand flies to her throat, not tight, just firm. I need her eyes. Need to see her watch me break.

Her breath hitches. Her pupils are dilated for me.

“Look at me,” I growl, pounding into her. “I’m going to come.”

She whimpers, nodding, and I pant against her cheek. “Did they put you on birth control?”

My girl’s eyes widen at my question. After she takes a moment, and what I’m asking her sinks in,she shakes her head.

My heart slams in my chest and my cock jerks inside of her.

“Good,” I snarl, fucking her deeper. “I’m going to fill you up, baby. You’re going to take every drop. I want it dripping out of you.”

I look down between us just as I pull back, and all the way out of her pussy. I want the feeling of sliding inside of her again. The moonlight glints off the blood smeared on my cock. I knew I was her first, but my body goes feral at the sight.

“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting all the way back in. “You’re mine. No one else will ever touch you.”

I bury myself as deep as I can, grinding against her as I come, groaning into her neck.

Being inside of my girl doesn’t just feel good, it feels cosmic. Like the earth could crack open and swallow us whole and I wouldn’t care, not as long as I’m here, in her.

“I love you, baby,” I breathe. “You’re mine. You’re finally mine.”

My hot cum fills her, and I stay there, pulsing, panting, unable to let go. Even when it’s over, I don’t move. I kiss her neck lazily, again and again, while I catch my breath.

I nearly collapse on top of her from the force of my orgasm, but I know if I do I’ll crush her. I’m not anywhere near prepared to pull out of her. I think that sort of loss would kill me, so I brace on my forearms, watching her beneath me. Her lips are parted, skin flushed and glowing in the moonlight, and I swear I could come all over again just from the sight of her.