Look at Me One More Time

Firestarter

I woke up this morning and read a surprising news from the link sent by Ben via WhatsApp since he couldn't bear make any noise to stir me up from my beauty sleep before leaving for work. The headlines seemed scary, though the story was about a guy who was arrested for playing Pokemon GO in a church of a town nearby.

Reminding me of my first outings to the church with Ben, when he stubbornly said I shouldn't be using my phone or worse, watching porn clips on Twitter. That incident ended up to more series of unexpected events, leading me into writing the first sequel of this non-fiction.

"I guess I should be thanking you for stopping me that day," I wrote to Ben.

"Hmm?" He replied. "I should be the one thanking you. Because of you, now I have my own family."

That was like the sweetest thing to hear and the unromantic part of me didn't know the right words to send back to him other than a silly emoji with a statement of, "I miss you! Come home already!"

"But I just got here," Ben replied, followed by another emoji.

I shifted myself gently from the bed not to worsen the cramps I was already having. On the table, there was the small box from last night, containing the chocolates I impulsively bought while we were outside.

Maybe Ben would still want to eat these, I told myself. So I left out the dark ones I knew he'd like.

There were no dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, and the bathroom was sparkly clean. Ben must have kept himself busy since early morning.

I went to get my laptop, attending to the work I delayed. Fortunately, my work is based on submissions by deadlines, so all I need to watch out for are the dates on my calendar.

Caught up with work, I didn't realize I had been sitting there for hours with music playlist running in the background. Ben was already home with lunch for the both of us.

"I thought you couldn't make it," I said, walking towards him to give a hug.

"I missed you," he said. "Plus it's my company, so I can do whatever I want."

And then he wanted to know how did my morning go, whether I was feeling okay and whether I needed help around the house. The usual. I know to some women, having their men asking too much can be quite annoying, but today, I didn't mind it.

The pregnancy hormones are making me crazy about him that I can't get my hands off him. And he, of course, couldn't resist some 'dessert' after lunch.

Our lips started smacking, pressing against each other's and our kisses grown deeper and deeper as I brushed my tongue across his.

His hand was moving towards my enlarging boobs, they were becoming handful that rather than touching, he wanted to see them too.

"How do you like my girls?" I asked, naughty.

"Juicy," his voice faded as he snuggled his face in between my breasts, juggling them with both of his hands. He changed his position as soon as he heard the change of sounds I was making.

It's almost like he could smell my honey flowing down from between my legs. His forefinger went straight into my panties, gave a quick flick on my hot nub and made me shudder with pleasure.

He moved his head lower towards it and began revealing it. His tongue searched for my clit again and circled it a few times until my body felt hot, arching beyond my control. He then sucked it between his powerful lips, my leg raised and I believe I just spurted out some of my juices.

He was enjoying the view so much that rather than setting free his throbbing dick from his pants, he'd prefer to have my wet pussy rubbing against his face as he swallowed the goodness down his throat.

"Fuck me, daddy!" I screamed as I couldn't hold it anymore.

"And waste this?" he replied from down there. "No."

So wet that I could feel it flowing down between my ass cheeks, like a river made of love-making juices and his saliva. There was a pool on our sheets but he didn't care. Without realizing, my body had been moving up, trying to work its way towards him. It knew and understood that it needed daddy's penis inside, immediately.

Though, daddy's penis looked amazingly hot this afternoon. Its thickness and its curve, with the glistening clear juice from its tip.

I couldn't stifle my cry of delight as he penetrated me all the way inside without mercy. He chuckled as he watched how I was torn in between squealing and keeping it down for the curious neighbors. My pussy started flowing out more juices and he felt them as he was supporting my ass with his hands. He grunted, satisfied that he completed his mission.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Cum for your daddy."

I blushed but I knew my body did not feel embarrassed at all. The moment he started moving faster, pulling in and out, my belly felt like it was hot and melting. The wall of my vagina was rubbed hard against his cock, so hard that I could feel it being pulled out as I reached down with my hand.

So tight that I'm sure he was going to explode, but he just didn't want to surrender just yet. He turned me around and began fucking me doggy style.

It's the pricking sensations as his long dick goes all the way inside, deeply, something I can never get enough. And no matter how much I scream to ease myself, I keep asking for more. No matter how red my butt becomes from all his hard spankings, my pussy will still beg for this, all the time.

Even when he pulls my hair, or pushes my head against the covers just so my bottom will raise and he can fuck me even deeper. 

He moaned hard as his dick throbbed inside, releasing his white, sticky cream inside of me. He let it stay there, as he rested his balls against my soaked clitoris. When he pulled out, some of his semen was still coming out, dropping on my back as I laid there. My pussy was sore, but fully contented.

"You can never live happy without me," he said, with a smile.

I just murmured stuff he couldn't hear, but we both know we'd always want each other.