“Don’t. Come inside me. I want you, not a piece of plastic.”
“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re nineteen. You have your whole life ahead of you.”
“I want to have your baby,” she confesses softly.
I think about when I fantasized about her baby bump. I look at her soft stomach and imagine a baby growing there.
I drop my pants on the floor. “Whatever you want, baby.” I get back on the bed and pull her legs far apart, so that her outer thighs are touching the bed. All that yoga really pays off.
“It’s going to hurt,” I warn. “Just stay still and breathe through the pain.”
Her fists are clenched. I ease the head of my cock inside of her small, extremely tight opening. There’s barely enough room for me in here. I push in a little deeper. Her eyes are squeezed shut.
“Breathe,” I tell her. She starts to breathe again. Then I’m up against the barrier that marks her as a virgin.
I push in very slowly. She gasps, and I know it hurts.
“Just relax, baby.”
I see her fists unclench as she takes in deep breaths. Then I’m sliding in the rest of the way. I stop, fully sheathed inside of her, and her eyes open.
“That feels incredible.” Her hips jerk upwards.
My hips move of their own accord. I sink inside her just a little deeper. Both of us moan.
“Don’t do that,” I warn. “Not if you want it to last.”
“What if I want you to come inside of me right now?”
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