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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by VCG...)
“Call me by his name,” you tell her, wanting to hear things from her you never did when you were dating.
“Do you like that…” she starts, dick still held in her hand. Her pause is long enough for you start to grow afraid she’s not going to finish, that you pushed her too far and ruined your second chance with her. Finally, she finishes the question …“Ross?”
“Yes, ” you tell her.
She takes your member back into her mouth again and bobs her head a few times again. Between two sucks she speaks again.
“Call me Taylor,” she says.
“Yes, Taylor. I do like it,” you reply. “I love it.”
Her mouth travels down your shaft again, back up and out.
“Do you love me, Ross?”
“Yes. I love you, Taylor. I love you.”
This time she does not return her mouth to your dick and instead sits back up to look you in the eyes.
“Say it again, ” she whispers.
“I love you, Taylor.”
She leans forward and kisses you deeply on the lips. Her tongue slides inside your mouth and wraps around your own. The kiss is long and full of passion, and by the time it’s finished, she has wrapped her arms around your neck and has moved from sitting next to you to straddling your lap. She leans towards your ear and whispers even quieter than before.
“I want you to make love to me, Ross. I’m ready.”
You place a hand on her leg. Her skin is warm and soft and covered in goosebumps. Her breathing quickens as you slide up under her dress to her panties. They’re wet, soaking. You slowly wrap your fingers around them and push them aside. For the first time, you feel the warmth and wetness of her young pussy, knowing no one has ever been there before, feeling as though she has saved herself for you, even from you, waiting for this very moment so you could take her for your own.
You let her stay in control. She reaches down and takes your penis and lines it up with her slick opening. She looks you in the eyes.
“I’m ready,” she assures you. “I love you, Ross.”
She lowers herself slowly onto your thick penis, having to pace herself due to your size and her inexperience. She gasps and grasps you tightly, scratching at your back with her nails. Slowly, you feel her wet lips slide down your shaft until they finally reach the base, where she stays for a while. You place a hand on each of her hips and lift her slightly, causing her pussy to slide back up your shaft, then lower her back down equally as carefully. She gasps again, twice in rapid succession. You repeat the process, going slowly so as not to hurt her, bouncing her on your dick.
You feel her hot breath on your neck and her whispered voice in your ear again.
“Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, tell me you love me…” she repeats.
“I love you,” you reply to each, bouncing her up and down once for each call and response. Her questions quicken, as do your answers and, as a result, your lifts and drops. Her breaths become heavier, moans interrupt her, cutting sentences and words short as the two of you make love. She stops being able to finish the question, but you still answer it each time.
“Tell me you… tell me… tell… tell… tell…”
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Eventually, she stops asking altogether. Only moans and gasps leave her lips. Your answers continue, spurring her on. She starts to get a feel for your bounces and adds a movement of her own, rocking her hips on each descent, sending you even deeper into her and rubbing her clit on the top of your shaft.
“I’m… I’m close… I’m going to…” she manages to gasp out before her whole body tenses up and shakes. An orgasm rocks her, one harder than you’ve ever seen a woman have before. You imagine it may well be her first.
“Fuck!” she yells, forgetting to whisper. She starts to let out screams of pleasure, then bites into your shoulder to stop herself, muffling them against your shirt. As the first wave finishes washing over her, she stops biting and whispers to you again.
“Do that again. Please.” Her voice is pleading. “I feel close.”
“I’m close, too.”
“Do it inside me. Let’s do it… at the… the same time.”
You continue to bounce her as your own orgasm gets closer and closer. Just before it hits, you pull her head away from your ear and in front of you, so you can look her in the eyes. You say it one last time, timed perfectly with both of your orgasms. Even if you didn’t mean it the previous times, this time you do. You say it with absolute certainty and you can see she believes you.
“I love you, Taylor.”
You’re both hit hard by orgasms made stronger by unbridled passion and love. You empty into her far more than you would usually, as if making up for all the pent-up cum from your years-long relationship. She feels the wave of multiple orgasms as each rocks through her, causing her to gasp and shake on you, her pussy clamping even tighter around your dick, holding your load inside her. You keep her head in front of yours, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.
You both ride your orgasms out to completion but stay like this for an impossibly long time, neither looking away from the other, barely blinking at all. Your university-aged ex-girlfriend and your older future self, locked in place by a mixture of lust and absolute, undeniable love. Her still straddling you as your erection slowly fades and cum leaks out of her pussy. Finally, she is the one to break the silence.
“Ross,” she says, this time differently from before. With a certain confidence to it.
“When did you know?” you ask.
“I knew right at the end, for sure. When you said you loved me for the last time.”
“That doesn’t have to be the last time I say it, you know,” you tell her.
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