Anything He wants

The thought swirled around in my head. The words that his brother took a very much different approach to love making. I wondered what it could be, as Carson was so dedicated and driven to my pleasure. What could Darren do that was all that different?

I couldn’t think about that now. No, not with Carson over me, kissing me, and making me realize what I had at exactly this moment was good damn good.

He brushed my clit again as he brought his cock to my pussy lips, right on the outside, ready to make me no longer a virgin. Despite my one orgasm already, I was still wet, and I was still hungry for more if we was offering it to me.

“I’m ready,” I said, nodding enthusiastically for him.

He nodded back, and started to press forward inside of me, spreading my pussy lips as he entered. I cooed as he did so, feeling him fill me up so much.

Anticipation was driving me mad. Both of his and my creation. I was afraid of all the rumors I heard that it would be terrible.

Truth be told, I barely felt any pain. I was aroused by him, so wanting him, I think my body just wanted him in, not caring one bit about any of my hymens protests and just letting him through.

Carson didn’t rush me. Not one bit. He let me adjust to having the full might of his girth inside me before he slid himself out, and back in, and began the full proper fucking motion. He kissed me, he hugged me, he caressed me, and suckled my tits, it was all part of his worship as he created a rhythm with his cock.

I was loving every single moment of it. My entire body was alive with lust, from my skin to my nethers. I could only sit back and moan, with the occasional counter brush of his firm body. I did enjoy touching him, but I enjoyed the way he touched me so much more. His pace only grew faster and more rapid, and every time I noticed this change, he grunted and groaned himself, my body jerking at his cock, urging him to fuck me deeper.

Moaning, I relished it, feeling my legs unconsciously close around his body as he stayed on top of me. I realized that it was his bare, naked cock against inside my pussy. My unprotected, potentially fertile pussy. I thought about the risk of what was happening, but strangely trusted Carson to be able to control himself. After all, no man who was this good at making me climax could be inexperienced enough to spill his seed so suddenly. He would know when he was cumming.

I realized the irony of that thought with all the other girls through history who accidentally got knocked up. Even then, I remembered Bea’s words and how that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Harder, faster, now so sure that I was adjusted to him, he was fucking me like a man possessed. Every penetration let bliss shudder through my body, and all I could do was hold on, relishing all of it. I called out for him, and he only took it to another level in response. “God, you’re so fucking tight, Christine. Never fucked anyone who felt as good as you do.”

Even in my haze, his compliment made my smile curl a bit at the end.

“Fuck, I don’t see how any man could last with you.”

I was coming up to my climax once more by his hand, and it didn’t help that he had reached between our body and began to massage my clit, all while never letting up fucking me. I was shaking, and ready to explode. One final flick, combined with one final thrust, was all that it took to send me over the edge, shaking in bliss and orgasm from his fucking.

So much more than the first, I was sent screaming, loudly. I knew we were alone in this place so I took advantage of it fully, calling his name as every nerve in my body flared with exquisite delight.

Carson never stopped. I could hear him grunting, trying to control himself, drag out by own utter bliss even longer, but he was nearing his climax too.

Even as my legs lost strength and dropped from around his back though, he wasn’t stopping. He picked up my legs, folded me deeper, and kept fucking me. Carson grit his teeth. “Fuck, Christine, so fucking good.”

The loudest grunt I heard from him that night was followed by him being forced to slow down, as I felt his balls pulse against my skin, his cock buried so deep inside, pressed to the hilt. Everything pulsed, for that matter, and he came. Burst after burst, every bit of his seed was being fired off inside of me, splashing against my cervix and making my eyes roll back in my head further.

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Carson was in no rush to pull out. As the haze of orgasm cleared, it became obvious what he just did.

“You came inside me,” I said, as he was still inside me.

“Yes.” His voice was flat, obvious, like he couldn’t understand why I would question that.

“I’m not on the pill. Or anything else.”

“I knew that was likely.”

“Is this where you tell me you had a vasectomy?”

“Nope. Never had one of those.”

“Then why did you cum inside me? Why are you still inside me? I have to get it out.” I was becoming increasingly panicked by the notion.

“I’m claiming you as my own,” he said. “Part of how my brother and I

compete is by seeing who has the stronger seed.”

I looked at him like he was insane. Finally, he started to pull his cock out of me. Drips of cum followed his cock, but he pushed it back into me.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Best chance of success.”

“What if I don’t want to have your child, Carson?”

He shrugs. “It was an unspoken part of the deal. If you don’t want to fuck me, that’s fine. I’m willing to treat a woman like a goddess, but when it comes to sex, we do it my way, and I don’t use protection. It takes away from the natural, primal nature of it all. It ruins it for me.”

I breathed deeply as he massaged my messy pussy, still stewing with his seed.

I reminded myself that this is what I wanted, right? I wanted a way to make sure I was taken care of, and right now, he offered me multiple ways of making it happen.

“You’re free to get up and run to the bathroom if you so desire now. I’ll miss fucking you though, and all the fun we’d have as you swell with my child.”

God, I did enjoy everything he just did. “It’s fine. I was just really, really, surprised that you approached it like that.” I managed a smile.

With my approval clear, he climbed to bed beside me and took me into his arms. Embracing me wholly, he held me close, a hand over my pussy, almost seeming to want to keep his seed inside me all night.

Thoughts of what he did drifted through my head as I began to doze. Thoughts of Carson, and thoughts of Darren, and what was going to come with everything that had happened and that was going to happen.

Over the night, Carson’s grasp on me weakened, so by the time we finally woke up, I wasn’t locked into him. I shrugged, and thought it worked for the better. I rolled out of bed, stretched a bit. I wandered off to the bathroom, and did a few things there that don’t need to be said. Still naked, I walked out into the foyer of Carson’s home, trying to collect my thoughts.

I still felt his seed inside me, even if I couldn’t feel it running my hand down there.

A set of hands grabbed me from behind. The grasp was similar, yet different from the set of hands that I had experienced before. They were still strong, firm hands.

I turned around inside the grasp to see the man who had grabbed me.

It wasn’t Carson, with his unkempt dark hair.

It was Darren, a much cleaner blond man holding me.

I almost jumped out of my skin, feeling so naked and vulnerable because I was in front of a man who wasn’t my lover.

Yet.

He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and not much else. His chest was ripped, with little hairs all over. If I wasn’t so petrified of his sudden appearance, I would have been very happy to have him this close to me.

Instead, I stammered like an idiot. “Uh, um, what are you doing here?”

“I live here too. My brother and I share this place.”

I swallowed. It wasn’t the only thing they said they were sharing.

“I see and heard my brother have some fun last night. He told you everything, didn’t he?” I nodded.

“It’s my turn then.”

He introduced himself to me with a kiss. Harsher, stronger, and dare I say far more passionate than his brother. Darren forced his tongue into my mouth, and made my tongue follow his. He pushed me against a wall as he did so, pressing his body against my own, engulfing me with his powerful presence.

Darren broke the kiss by yanking my hair away from his head. It stung at first, but there was an oddly sensual aspect of what he was doing. “See, me and my brother have different opinions of what women want sometimes. He thinks they want to be worshiped. Me? I think more than a few think they get enough of that already. They want something very different they want passion, something they won’t get typically.”

I listened to his words with an eyebrow raised, curious to what he meant. “Like what?”

“Like maybe they want to treated like the sluts they are.”

Putting a little strength behind it, he pushed me down to my knees, never taking his eyes off mine. He shoved his sweatpants down and out came his cock, hard and very much ready for me. He grabbed my hair and guided it toward my lips.

“I heard the way you screamed last night. Those weren’t the screams of a princess. They were the screams of a whore. Suck it.” I blinked.

“Suck my cock. You know you want to.”

Looking up at Darren, there was definitely a fire to him. He was definitely sexy. My heart was pounding. Carson was so sweet, so caring, why was his brother so different?

I couldn’t say I wasn’t intrigued. I couldn’t even deny his accusations of me being a slut were untrue. After all, he was talking down to me, pulling my hair, and had his cock in my face. Yet I still felt like I wanted him, even after enjoying what his brother did so damn much.

Obeying Darren, I licked the tip of his cock. Licked his head. It felt weird doing this; Carson didn’t even ask me to. I let my tongue run down his cock, up and around it. I was virgin only a day ago, but I wasn’t completely naive in the realm of what people did behind closed doors.

Or in the hallway of a mansion owned by two sexy brothers.

“Lick my balls, Christine. Lick them good.”

I nodded, doing as he asked, tasting the flesh. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be, and the adrenaline that was starting to pump through my head only intensified my resolve. I took them into my mouth even, and started to suck on them. Darren’s head draped back with a silent groan. I was getting his approval despite his harsh words and it oddly brought a smile to my face.

Leading my tongue away from his balls, I went up and down his shaft, letting him enjoy the delicate job I was doing.

The problem was, Darren wasn’t a delicate man.

Again, he took me by the hair, and thrust his cock through my lips.

Sudden, strong, powerful, I was overwhelmed and almost gagged on him. I was driven to please him however, licking him and sucking him as he fucked my face. So sudden, so rough, the adrenaline started to really pump, along with my own imagination running wild and making parts of me far hotter than I would expect from such treatment.

My eye contact never broke as I looked up at his sick grin, which only broke so often so often for a grunt or gasp of his own when the pressures of me sucking his cock was proving to be just too much for him to handle.

He was legal, as Carson said. Even if I wanted more of Carson, he said I was allowed to experience Darren too. It’s not cheating, and as a young and sexually curious woman, I wanted to please Darren so he would show me just what his brand of love was.

If it felt anything like Carson’s it would be well worth it.