by Madison Faye
And then he as kneeling behind me, and I could feel his cock - bare and rock hard - pressing against my soft lips.
We both groaned - much louder than we ought to have - as he slid in to the hilt on one thrust, his balls slapping my clit as he slammed home.
“Jesus fuck are you tight, honey.”
“It’s just - oh fuck - it’s just that your big dick is so fucking big inside of it!” I cried out, muffling another moan into my pillow.
It was fast and raw, and the fact that my family was right downstairs only made the whole thing even hotter. Jake was fucking me hard and fast, his hands clutching my waist tightly as his big cock positioned in and out of me like he was nailing me to the bed. I could feel the shuddering waves of a pent-up climax starting to roll through me already, my moans coming raw into the pillow and sheets as I felt the older man behind me drive me right up the edge of my orgasm.
Jake grunted as he reached beneath me, and suddenly, as his fingers began to brush over my buzzing little clit, I started to crash over that abyss.
I screamed into the pillow as I came, my whole body shuddering and collapsing onto the bed as I just let go. Jake slid in deep, and suddenly I could feel his cock start to throb deep inside as he pumped my fertile young body full of his seed. It felt like a hose inside of me, just flooding me with his cum as shook through the rest of my orgasm.
“You know, it’s just you, Chelsea,” He said, nuzzling my neck as we both panted and as my brain started to come back to Earth.
“I know,” I whispered, as I turned my head and felt his lips press highly to mine.
*****
I followed him back down the ladder, mostly because I just didn’t want to not be with him, and I knew we were pushing it up there in my room.
“She’s looking for money, that’s all, honey,” Jake said, taking my hands and bringing me close. I’d slipped on some shorts and a tank top, and I pressed close into him with the slight chill in the Florida air.
“Her new guy left or something, and she’s only knocking on my door because she’s looking for me to bail her out of it,” Jake looked deep into my eyes. “That’s it, baby.”
I bit my lip and nodded, knowing then that it was the truth. And I also knew that it was time to tell him.
It was time to come clean.
“I have to tell you something too, actually,” I whispered, feeling the blush of excitement creep up my cheeks. “But, it’s- it’s weird to say it here, so maybe we could go somewhere tomorrow?”
Jake grinned that charming, ruggedly handsome smile at me. “Aww, c’mon, just tell me, honey.”
“I- I can’t.”
His hand touched my chin and tilted my face up. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, Chelsea. You can tell me anything, and I’m not going any-”
“I’m pregnant.”
The words just fell out of my mouth, and for one horrified second, I was trying to figure out how to take them back, or pretend it was a joke, when suddenly, I didn’t have to.
Because he was kissing me, fiercely; pulling my much smaller, young body against his and wrapping me in his arms.
“You’re not mad?” I whispered.
“Mad?” His whole face glowed as he grinned at me as he peppered my lips with kisses and held me wrapped in his arms. “Honey, that’s the most amazing thing anyone’s ever told me-”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”
The sound of my father’s voice shattered the stillness of the backyard. And then it was like a dream or something, as I turned in slow motion and watched my enraged looking father come storming down the backstairs towards us. And there was my mother, and Dennis, and Lenore for some reason, all standing on the back porch staring at us in horror.
Oh my God.
And that’s when my dad lunged at Jake, his fist raised.
Chapter 24
Jake
Holy shit, pregnant. Chelsea was pregnant with my kid? It was like time stopped around me and the world slowed to a standstill as the news sunk in.
Holy shit, she was having our baby.
I could feel my whole heart soar as the news sunk in, and it was so fucking nuts that I almost don’t realize it when Mike lunged at me with his fist raised.
But suddenly the world came rushing back, and suddenly I was very aware that one of my oldest buddies was about to murder me with his bare fucking hands.
“Stop! Dad stop!” Suddenly, Chelsea was between us, one hand and her body pressed against my chest as if shielding me, and the other outstretched to stop her father.
Mike did stop, but his whole face was a mask of fury as he barred his teeth at me. “You keep away from my daughter you fucking piece of-”
“Dad I love him.”
The words were like the breaking of glass in the frozen scene of the backyard; like a collective pause and intake of breath. Mike slowly shook his head, glaring at her. “You don’t. You don’t know what you’re saying, Chelsea.”
“I do, dad!” She suddenly threw her arms around me, hugging me fiercely. It was like instinct as I felt my arms go around her; like the base primal need to protect and comfort my mate or something. I didn’t even care that Mike and Sarah’s faces flinched as they watched me hold their daughter, because the time for secrets was over.
“And he loves me, dad,” Chelsea said softly, and I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest.
Mike dragged his eyes back up to mine. “Get away from her, Jake,” he said evenly. “You know I’ve got a gun in the house, and old buddy or not, I’m prepared to use it.”
“Jesus, Mike!” Sarah hissed from the back porch.
“I’m warning you, Jake.” Mike’s face was drawn and haggard looking. “You ever come near her again, or contact her, and I’ll kill you. Understand?”
And right then, I knew it was time to stop all this. Right then, I knew it was time to step up and be the man I knew I was, and the man I knew I could be.
For her.
“Mike, Sarah?” My voice was sharp, and they both looked at me. “I love her,” I said evenly, my arms tightening protectively around Chelsea. “I love her with everything I have, and she love me.”
Mike started to shake his head, his fingers rubbing his temple, but I reached out and put a hand on his arm. “It’s real, buddy.” I meet his eye. “It’s more real than anything.”
The fire left his eyes, and I watched the fight drop out of him. “It’s real” had been how he felt about Sarah. It’s what he’d kept saying to me when he’d first met her on shore leave way back in the Navy. The “realm deal”, he’d called it
And then he was listening.
“I’m never going to hurt her, Mike,” I said, holding her tightly. “I’m never going to leave her, and I’m going to provide and take care of her.”
I looked up at Sarah, staring at us with wide eyes from the back porch with her hand over her mouth. “She’s going to finish college too, I swear, Sarah.”
“Jesus, Jake.” Mike shook his head, sighing heavily.
“I should tell them,” Chelsea whispered into my chest, and I nodded.
“Daddy, I’m pregnant.”
“What?” Mike’s eyes darted back up to mine, and I nodded.
“It’s true, Mike. And I’m here for it, all the way.” I entwined my fingers in hers, and drew her close against me. “It’s real, buddy; it’s the real deal.”
I could see the last of his anger drop then as he slowly started to nod his head. Sarah came up behind him, and he put his arm around her before turning back to Chelsea and I. “When you know, you know; that it, Jake?”
“That’s it, Mike.” I said evenly. “When you know, you never let go.”
And just like that, the whole tension broke, and I watched the both of them smile.
“You hurt her, and I’ll come after you, Jake.”
But I wasn’t worried about that, because there was no damn way I was ever going go to leave this perfect angel at my side.
Not
ever.
And then I turned and kissed her, and I didn’t even care about the world around us anymore as her lips melted again mine.
Because right then, it was cemented; she was mine.
Chapter 25
Chelsea
One Year Later
“Oh fuck, baby! Right there!”
I gasped as Jake’s hands tightened around my hips and held me in place as he thrust his hips up and down, his thick cock fucking me hard. I threw my head back and cried out as the orgasm tore through me, feeling my pussy clench tightly around the huge cock deep inside of me as I came.
Almost without warning, he suddenly yanked me up, planting my knees astride his head, and I moaned as his mouth found my slit. I loved how he could manhandle me like that; how his strong arms could just toss me around in the bedroom. And God did I love his tongue on my pussy like that.
I whimpered and reached behind me to stroke his beautiful cock, slick with my cum. Jake’s tongue teased circles around my clit, his strong hands holding me tightly to his face as he rocked me towards another climax.
“Wait, wait!” I gasped. “I want to feel you inside me when you make me come again.”
He grinned at me as he lifted me off his face and back down his body, placing me right back where I’d been. I groaned as I sank back onto him, my hand guiding the fat head into my wetness as I watched his eyes flash at me. I leaned into to kiss him, moaning loudly as I tasted myself on his lips and as he started to rock back into me, filling me so deeply and completely.
“You keep that up and you’re going to wake the baby, honey,” He growled into my ear.
“I just put him down, we’re fine,” I gasped. “Just please keep fucking me!”
“Oh I’m never going to stop fucking this sweet pussy, baby-girl,” he growled, biting me hard on the neck as he pumped into me.
Yeah, so, this was married life, and I couldn’t have been happier.
In a fairytale, everything after that explosive night in my parents yard would have been all peaches and cream. But life of course is not a fairytale, and there were certainly rough spots after that first admission there in front of everyone. My parents were weird at first; I mean, of course they were and they had every right to be. But they got it, eventually. My dad really was the one that swayed it, when he saw how happy Jake and I were together, and how real it was.
When you know, you know.
We moved, obviously. Besides living next door to my parents and all the bad juju of living in a house Jake lived in with his ex-wife, I did have to finish school, and he made sure of that.
He had ways of motivating me that I’d never even dreamed of.
Jake took the move as a chance to break into the Boston college scene with his freelance scouting, and in a city with sixty colleges, when his name took it off it took off. We moved into a nice little suburb outside the city, which is where we currently were, in our house just outside the city, with him doing what he did best.
Fucking me.
Specifically, fucking me like I’d never imagined I could get fucked, and pumping me full of his cum every chance he got. Protection? Hah; not a chance. It was funny to think that here I was more than a year after I’d lost my virginity, and I’d still never used any sort of birth control. Which was fine of course, because I’m pretty sure it was one of those first times that got me pregnant. And after that? Well, it’s not like you can get pregnant when you are pregnant. And as for now?
Well, now I was ready for him to fill me up again and make me big.
I could feel my pussy tightening around him, feeling so exquisitely full and stretched like he always made me feel. My breath came ragged and my pulse stuttered as I could feel him driving me over that edge as his big cock pounded in and out of me.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” Jake growled. “I’m gonna fill this perfect little pussy with every drop of my cum.” He looked deep into my eyes, his face tight as his hips rocked against mine. “I’m gonna fill that belly up with another baby.”
And that did it. With a cry, I came, my body exploding around his perfect, thick cock as my orgasm ripped through me. I gasped, feeling him roar as he rocked in deep and let loose, his cum filling me fertile young body in a way that I knew was taking hold. I could feel him pumping me full so deep inside, and I swear I could feel my body already taking it all in; already making something new.
Because you’d think that there couldn’t possibly be any more space for any more joy in our lives, but we were ready to prove that wrong.
Every single chance we got.
The End
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Professor: A First Time Novel
Madison Faye
Chapter 1
Liam
I’m a bad man.
Well, no, I’m a good man, but I’m about to do something bad. Because I’m staring down at this perfect little picture of innocence and temptation sprawled out beneath me, and I know I’m never going to be able to resist her.
She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity in the way they sit so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.
And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.
Jesus, her dorm room.
Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s legal, but she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman english literature class at Hardham College. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my place in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her, or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.