She’s never been moved so easily, never been made to feel so small. It’s not just her height to take into consideration but the shape of her as well, the softness no amount of exercising has been able to get rid of. His fingers sink in and as he sits up, Gaea can only groan, panting hot against his throat as she clenches to try to keep as much inside her as possible. It’s an effort made in vain, muscles only able to keep tight for a moment before giving up, battered from the last two rounds.
She thinks of shoving her fingers in beside Jake’s cock to just keep his cum inside. The urge comes and goes.
❝ I like when you call me that, ❞ she admits, following directions just in time. She grimaces as she makes a mess of the floor next, getting the chance to glance at the couch and making a mortified whine at the massive spot they’re leaving behind. They’re absolutely going to have to get a new couch now and if she has anything to say about it, it won’t be from the place they got this last one, if only to avoid the questions.
But thoughts of furniture and kind business owners evaporate as he steps into their bedroom. This is a place they can make a mess. A place where they won’t have guests so she won’t think about what’s been done to her where they’re sitting. She looks up at Jake and reluctantly releases him as he lays her down. She absolutely isn’t expecting him to pull away, to pull out, and she cries out in dismay as she’s left suddenly empty. A trail of cum follows him and up on her elbows, she doesn’t have the same view as him.
But she knows she’s leaking just as much as she knows he’s getting a front row seat of her trembling thighs and fluttering pussy. A moment of embarrassment has her placing a hand in front of her to disrupt his view, cheeks burning as she whimpers his name.
It makes Jake’s face burn seeing how his cum drools out of her cunt, thick and white and puddling underneath her bottom. That their bed’s instantly gotten messy because of it makes his stomach twist with arousal; he likes the thought of her being his like that, likes the idea that she’s so full of his seed she can barely hold it in.
However hazy it comes, the knowledge that she could get pregnant from it returns. But Jake forgets all about it once Gaea’s hand moves to shield her leaking hole from his gaze.
“Hey, none of that,” he says, taking her hand and nudging it away. Her lower lips flutter around another stream of cum and Jake’s want hits him like lightning strikes; he wants her full of him, marked with him, coloured inside with white, but first he takes Gaea’s hand and presses it down to the mattress by her head, scarred palm against smooth skin.
“You wanted the bed,” he reminds her, eyes roaming over her cumstained thighs, up her soft belly, up her round breasts and to her pretty face. Jake’s free hand strokes the curve of her jaw with his knuckles, and once more he finds himself amazed at the sight of her. At the fact he has her.
Jake sets one knee on the space between her legs. “You can’t just lie there and not let me look at you, G.”
