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I didn’t think I could last much longer, and I wanted to come inside her. I wanted to fill her pussy with my cum, and her belly with my baby.

I wanted to tie myself to her in every way possible, and I wouldn’t stop until that was accomplished.

I cupped the back of her neck and squeezed slightly. “Put my cock inside of you.”

She did as I asked, directing the tip to her entrance.

The feel of her wetness touching me was almost too much and not nearly enough.

“That’s it, baby. Bring me inside of you.”

She sank down onto me slowly.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes and brought her closer to my body, needing more of her.

Her hips slid back and forth, driving up my blood and bringing me into a frenzy.

God.

I grabbed her hips and helped her move harder, faster.

She gasped as she rubbed her clit against me, and I yanked on her hair so that her head was tilted back. I took her lips in a searing kiss. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Use me. Use me for your own pleasure. Take what you want.”

She nodded, and then she was moving on her own accord. I couldn’t see her features, but I could make out her silhouette.

I could see the way she moved as she took what she needed to get off.

My hand moved down her body, squeezing one tit roughly before making its way lower, until my thumb found her clit.

I rubbed against the swollen nub, and that was all it took to drive her over the edge.

She moved faster against me, her back arching just before she came with a shout.

I followed soon after her, my cum shooting inside of her pussy, and feeling her pulsate around me from the move.

She leaned forward and rested her head against my shoulder. Her chest pressed against mine, and she was breathing hard.

I ran my hands up and down her back, trying to catch my own breath.

“All right?” I asked.

She nodded against me.

I smiled. “Have I robbed you of your speech?”

I felt her shrug, making me chuckle.

I held her to me and reached over to the glove compartment, grabbing the tissues I kept there.

It took a moment before my hand found them, and I helped her move off me and back to the bench seat.

“Lie down while I clean us up,” I said.

She stiffened but didn’t fight me when I pushed her back, cleaning her up.

“I have a jacket in the back you can use to cover the rip in your pants.”