“FUCK… FU…. Ooooooooooooh baby, ooooooooooh my GOD!!!!” Sharon screamed into my damp shoulder as her back bowed countless times.
I loved watching this, feeling Sharon suffer one of nature’s most heavenly gifts. It was as if every muscle in her body compressed all at once, like a grand symphony playing Heaven’s most cherished sonata. I too felt my seed begin its fateful journey as I kissed a mouthful of Sharon’s wet hair.
“You gonna cumm?” Sharon somehow gasped in my ear. “Mommy gonna make you cumm?”
I could only wheeze a mumbled yes, concentrating on the fact that it was Sharon’s luscious velvet pussy gripping my thrusting cock.
“Don’t pull out.” She dictated to me, still trying to cope with the magnificent onslaught of orgasmic bliss. “You’re gonna cumm inside me, baby. Gonna take ALL of you.”
That was it… hearing the salacious tone of raw sexual power in her voice pushed me over the cliff. My natural instincts kicked in as my hands pulled her down over me, making sure that big sweet ass wasn’t going anywhere. That magnificent surge of cumm locked me up as I balked, my flesh wreathed and crimped like a leaf in a tornado. I felt Sharon clutch the sides of my face, forcing me to look into her eyes.
“Cumm inside me, son.” She lovingly urged.
“Oooooh Mother, God!” I cried out, cupping handfuls of pure ripe ass in my hands.
“Yea, call me ‘Mother’ baby, yea, yea.” She reassured me, deeply kissing me as I felt the first surge explode from my cock.
I snapped, nearly throwing Sharon off of me, but thankfully, she stayed. All I could focus on in this blinding orgasm was making sure I didn’t pull out. Her lips found mine a second time as torrents of my cumm shot up into Sharon’s womb. A fleeting and hopeful thought crossed my mind at that moment… making Sharon pregnant. That thought crippled me as I shoved my entire body up at her, hopeful for that notion to become reality. We had never talked about her becoming pregnant before, but the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. The idea that I could forever “mark” Sharon as my own with a baby took my breath away.
“Cumm” Sharon chanted over and over as the last blasts of seed graced her womb.
I let out a long “Oooooooooooooooh” as she steadily lifted and fell atop my cock, “milking” my cock and me for all I was worth. Selfishly, all I could imagine was making her pregnant and I fucking loved it.
Still riding in the back of the limo, I stayed inside Sharon; kissing and whispering like the truest of lovers. This was the best of the best, the deepest and most meaningful… I wanted Sharon as mine for all eternity.
Later…
We finally made it to our presidential suite at Galt House in Louisville, which Sharon had reserved a few days prior. Both of us were all over each other outside and on the way up to the room. Once inside, I could barely focus on the plush size of the room as I pushed Sharon back to the wall, continuing our scalding make out session. I chewed, licked, and gnawed at her as if a crazed beast, ravenous for any taste of Sharon… My cock had already bounced back to life before we left the limo, so I was praying that Sharon was as ready as I was. Judging (not assuming) from the intensity of her kisses and touches, I had a good feeling I would be safely back inside Sharon soon… I just didn’t know where exactly.