“I want to watch you,” I tell her. “Take it.”
She reaches out, her hands hot as they wrap around the base. She opens her mouth and touches the tip with her tongue. A groan rips from my chest.
She takes the head past her lips and slides down. The wet, crushing pressure of her mouth surrounds me.
“Fuck.”
I grip the back of her head, setting the rhythm. I thrust my hips, driving my cock deep into her throat. She gags softly, the sound muffled against my groin.
“Take it deeper,” I growl. “Look at me while you choke on it.”
She looks up, her eyes watering from the depth. She is wrecked for me. I pump into her mouth with ruthless efficiency, proving she belongs to me with every deep, punishing thrust.
The ache in my balls is white-hot. I cannot finish here.
I grip her shoulders and pull her up. She stands, breathless, her lips wet and swollen. I turn toward a massive wooden supply crate and sit, spreading my thighs.
“Come here.”
She walks toward me.
“Pants off.”
She shoves the borrowed canvas pants down and kicks them away. She stands in nothing but the oversized shirt. I grip her hips and pull her between my thighs.
I guide her down. She straddles my lap, her soaking pussy hovering over my cock.
“Tell me you want this,” I demand. I hold her hips, preventing her from lowering.
She whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders. “I want it. Nick, please.”
“Good girl.”
I yank her hips down. My cock breaches her dripping pussy, stretching her walls wide. I don’t go slow. I bury my entire length to the hilt in one motion.
She screams, her head thrown back, the t-shirt straining as her spine arches. The fit is mind-altering. Her internal muscles clamp around my shaft with desperate force.
I grip her hips and thrust upward. I punish her pussy with relentless strikes. She rides the momentum, bouncing against my pelvis, the slapping of skin drowning out the generator.
“You belong right here,” I snarl. “Taking my cock. Taking my load.”
I hit the deepest spot on her back wall. The breeding kink wires into my brain. The need to fill her, to mark her with my seed, takes precedence.
“I’m going to breed you in this shed,” I tell her. “I’m planting my claim inside you.”
“Yes,” she sobs. “Fill me.”
I pump with mechanical speed. I grip her hips with crushing force, locking her in place.
“You are mine. Say it.”
“I am yours!” She screams.
Her inner walls clamp down on my cock. Her body shatters. Her juices flood her channel. The milking triggers my release.
I roar.
I empty my balls, thick, scorching ropes of cum pumping deep into her womb. I pulse against her walls, filling her to the brim with my seed. I claim her.