Pulling out, I curl my thumb under my fingers, flattening them all together as I rest them at her opening. Her eyes remain closed, her eyelids fluttering as she rocks her head back. It’s as if she’s locked in a dream, one of my own creation. I grit my teeth, my balls drawing up so tightly it’s painful. It’s agony forcing myself to be this slow.

But if she can take my fist, she can certainly take my cock. With the other hand, I slide up and down the shaft, groaning as I sink my hand into her pussy. Her inner walls flutter against my hand as they stretch wide.

It’s as if her body is unsure whether it wants me to invade her or not. Despite that, she’s so fucking wet for me, practically soaking. Inch by inch, I ease in, groaning as her pussy swallows me up until my thumb makes it past her outer ring.

Once I’m clear of her pubic bone, I let out a breath and curl my fingers into a fist. Her body tenses as her brows draw tight. I feel her inner walls clench around me, as if her body is unsure it can handle what I’m doing to her.

With soft, soothing tones, I whisper nonsensical words to her, calming her as I hold my fist still inside her body. Moment by moment she relaxes, lying limply on the bed once more. I twist my hand a bit, just to test out my new boundaries.

It’s a tight stretch, but it fits. Fuck, but my fist fits as if my hand was made to be here deep inside her body.

I rock back and forth, my quick micro-thrusts jostling her body, making it quiver beneath me. With each stroke, I hit her G-spot with my knuckles, drawing a soft, thready moan from her lips. Her body is perfection as it envelops me, holding me snugly as I torment her. Softening my fist, I keep the first few knuckles curled as I increase my speed, surging in and out of her pussy.

Slick noises fill the air as her arousal continues to drip from her. Jessica moans, her body shuddering as I pump in and out. Soon, in her sleep, she arches up toward me, meeting my strokes. It’s intoxicating watching me disappear into her body, but soon, it’s not enough.

I have to fuck her. The need to claim her in this way beats at my brain like some snarling, feral animal. Easing my hand out of her warm pussy, I grip the base of my cock and line the tip up with her entrance.

Now, the only decision I have to make is if I want her to be awake or not. Groaning, I sink into her, unable to wait any longer. Shivers race up and down my spine as she clenches around me. There’s still a slight stretch, a slight hint of resistance as I force my way into her body.

Once I’m fully seated, I wrap Jessica’s legs around my hips. They splay out on either side as her eyelashes flutter. Will she wake up? Or does she still think this is a dream? Leaning over, I capture her nipple in my mouth once more and suck deep, my shaft pulsing as lust pours over me.

I don’t give a fuck if my Ranch Hands have less to coat their breakfast with. Jessica is mine. Her milk is mine. Her body is fucking mine. My fingers claw over her skin as I pound into her.

Soft wails meet my ears, but I’m far too gone to care. Her pussy clenches around me with each stroke, fluttering as she bows up under me. Wide emerald eyes gaze up at me as her mouth drops into an O.

No words come out, only cries of pleasure as I ride her. Her body is taut, tense as I grip her hips, slamming into her with each hard thrust. The noises pouring from her lips are loud, animalistic, and passionate.

She writhes beneath me, her body twisting and turning as she frantically meets my thrusts stroke for stroke. There’s a hunger in her eyes, a need I cannot ignore. It’s hot and desperate with just a tinge of fear.

It’s clear she wants me. She’s just too afraid to accept it. Sliding my hands up from her hips, I curl my fingers around her throat. I have no clue what’s come over me at this moment.

Normally, I’m not that much of a rough male. I do enjoy the depravity of what we do, but my actions are far more on the gentle side than others. But with Jessica… she just brings something out of me that’s hard to control.

I want to bend her to my will, to break her open and pour her out all over my cock. I want her so fucking delirious she won’t have time to be sad or miss Earth. Most of all, I want her just as desperate for me as I am for her.

Squeezing just a touch, I watch as her eyes roll back into her skull. A soft smile curves her lips, making my brain fuzz for a moment. She likes this. Dear Celestials, she fucking likes this.

I’ve been holding back, and for what? Tightening even more, I watch her chest, noting the slight struggle as she fights for air. Her arms twist about as she bucks against me.

Despite any potential fear, her pussy continues to spasm around me, dripping arousal down my shaft to coat my balls. When I release her, she takes in a large gulp and stares at me, her eyes large and unreadable.

“Please,” she begs softly. “Again.”

Those words are music to my ears. Squeezing again, I continue to impale her as her pulse pounds under my fingertips. Again, her eyes flutter, closing as she drifts into that liminal space between waking and consciousness.

I don’t let her tip, however. The moment it looks as if she will pass out, I loosen my grip, allowing her to draw in a breath of air. Her thighs quiver around my hips as she wraps them around me, anchoring herself as I continue to torment her.

Over and over, we play this game until my vision hazes over. Dropping my hand from around her neck, I grab her ample hips and drive forward, pounding into her with wild abandon. Her soft curves cushion the smack of my body against hers, sending pleasure rippling down my spine.

I’m so close. So fucking close. The stiff shafts of skin around my base tingle as they brush against her clit, heightening my pleasure. They move and quiver, rubbing against her clit with each stroke.

She grinds against me, as if seeking more stimulation, and so I grab the back of her hips and shove forward, increasing the contact. I shouldn’t care about her pleasure, not when my balls are about to empty into her pussy. But I so desperately want to see the ecstasy etched on her face as she comes apart on my dick.

Her soft wails penetrate my skull, making my head pound as the need to come beats at my brain. Pleasure zips up my shaft as her inner walls ripple around me, clenching tight around the bulges. Even though she’s been stretched out by my fist, she’s still so impossibly tight around me.

The shafts of skin continue to grind against her clit, quivering even faster as I surge into her, my hips pistoning back and forth with each furious stroke. The orgasm explodes through her body, making her go taut and rigid. With a loud cry, her pussy clamps down around me, making my thrusts falter with how tight she grips me.

My balls draw up, sending tingles up my shaft. So. Fucking. Close. With a loud roar, I slam into her, my cum coating her insides as it shoots out of me. Shivers rack my body as I grip her, holding her still.

Spasms race through my cock, making it jerk inside her. With each jolt, Jessica cries out again as her pussy quakes around me. Though the shafts of skin no longer move, each tremble of her body has her continually stimulating herself until soft whines pour from her throat.

From this position, her breasts are pushed up high, nearly suffocating her as she tries to drag in air. I ease her hips down, lengthening her body. It gives her, at least, a little more room.

Dropping my forehead against hers, we both breathe in and out, the raspy, haggard sound filling the room. I undo her restraints and gather her into my arms. I can’t pull out of her. Not yet.

Her pussy clenches around me so tightly I’m worried I’ll injure her if I force myself to disengage. She feels so perfect curled around me, that I don’t mind the forced closeness. Besides, I’ve gotten the distinct impression she finds it distressing when I just pull away.