You've chosen to stand by Johnny
Word Count: 6,263
Warnings: MDNI, age gap, smut
You can't control it. Your eyes well up. Tears pool in your waterline that soon flow over into streams as you fail to restrain them. I mean how could you? Johnny has been nothing but caring, even in your last interaction. He didn't fight you because he had bad intentions, he truly cared about you and he would never hurt you right? Otherwise he would've done it already. Leland is looking at you confused as to why you've halted instead of running for your life. Of course, he’s not stupid either, the way Johnny says your name is not the way a dangerous captor would speak to their victim. ‘what’s this?’ Leland continues staring at you, trying to make sense of your tears, he knows they're not tears of fear, they’re more complicated than that, more passionate, he can see that. You continue staring at the exit being only a couple feet away from you. Freedom being only a couple feet away but what about your Johnny? You owe him don't you?
You finally turn around to face him and the thing you dreaded most greeted you. A weak man, so strong but so broken staring back at you. You feel time stops and all sound just fades into empty nothingness as you stare into his eyes. He’s standing down the driveway, away from you but somehow you feel as close to him as ever. His eyes desperately begging for an answer, but so scared of rejection. Like a puppet with no control of your body, your feet start to walk towards him. ‘what are you doing?’ What used to be confusion in Leland’s voice, sounds way more panicked. You continue walking, slowly making your way to Johnny, closing the distance and letting your hand loosen the grip of Leland’s. You feel his hands soften as your betrayal burns like a raging fire harming his hand, forcing him to let go. He doesn't want to but seeing you walk towards your captor he lets out a huff of disbelief.
Johnny finally starts walking towards you and you see the corner of his mouth curve upwards, making you smile through your tears. You wipe them away and let a small giggle escape as you fasten your pace. A walk turns into a jog, the jog into a run. You feel like you've been starved of Johnny’s touch enough to last you a lifetime, you want him now, you need him now. You crash into him and wrap your arms around his big torso, burying your head into his chest, letting your tears soak his shirt. He holds you close, placing one arm covering your back and the other holding the back of your head snug against his chest. He places his cheek flat against your soft hair and just breathes in your scent.
‘what the fuck…?’ You hear the utter disbelief in Lelands voice. Being shocked to his core by the view presented to him, like his whole world just came crumbling down on him, crushing him into one big confused mess on the ground. He realizes you're far beyond reasoning with and no matter how much it pains him, he doesn't have a choice. You hear his footsteps fade away down the gravel and onto the concrete road, leaving his hopes for a future with you behind.
You continue holding Johnny for a long while, he doesn't let go. Johnny takes a deep sigh of relief. ‘my sweet girl…’ He caresses the back of your head with his gentle thumb as he inhales your scent, the one he’s grown so addicted to in the past couple days. ‘see I knew you were special, I just knew… I knew you belonged to me…’ He takes another sigh of relief. ‘...all mine.’ You cry a little harder soaking in his words. They sound so beautiful coming from his lips, it sounds so right. To be Johnny's sounds so so right. You sniffle into his shirt and he gently pulls away from you, making sure his movements are delicate and very careful. He places a thumb on your cheek and the other to wipe away the tears from your stunning but puffy eyes. Even in this state, you were a sight to behold. Glistening eyes looking up at your Johnny with a slight tilt to your head.
‘i-im s-so sorry Johnny.’ You sniffle more in between words, struggling to get them out. Before you're able to get more words out, he interrupts you. ‘you have nothing to be sorry for pretty girl. I'm the one who should be apologizing.’ He grabs your face with his hand in a U-shape, cupping your face. ‘I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for raising my voice. I'm sorry for scaring you little one. It will never happen again okay? Never.’ You continue looking into his eyes and there is such sincerity. You can see he is hurt by his actions. And you can't lie, you were scared. You were scared for your life- but then scared he would never come back. There are so many conflicting emotions and thoughts flowing through your head. And as if he heard the loud commotion of your brain, he places a soft kiss on your forehead. Somehow making everything quieten down. Your mind goes blank but there is no denying that this is it, this was the right choice.
‘alright sweet girl, are ya hungry?’ You give him a slight pouty face. ‘oh, I got my food privileges back?’ Your voice is unamused and accompanied with an eye roll. This man can be so dramatic when he’s mad. He lets out a laugh that makes his head lean back, putting one hand on his chest. ‘Well I guess you've earned them back doll.’ He reaches out for your hand and kisses it before continuing to lead you back into the house. You wipe away the remainder of your tears and watch his broad back bring you back to his home.
Once you enter the kitchen, he lets go of your hand and walks over to one of the cupboards. He continues to look for something that seems to be placed all the way in the back. In the meantime you take a look around. There wasn't much to have a look at. It's a small kitchen with an all too large table placed in the center of the room. Attached to the table was a meat grinder and a butcher knife dug into the wood. You come to the conclusion that their diet seems to be mainly consisting of red meat since they didn't even have a fridge in their kitchen, only a freezer. You found it a little odd but to each their own. ‘got it!’ He shakes a carton box in his hands. ‘meataroni…?’ You tilt your head confused, partially because you've never heard of the brand or food or whatever it is, and partially as to why the man is trying to feed you that out of all things. ‘oh this stuff? Let me tell ya, it's reeaaal good. don't knock it til you try it darlin,’ He sounds so giddy talking about this meataroni stuff, it warms your heart and you feel you have no choice but to accept his offer. You bet rejecting it would feel like kicking a kid in its face.
‘alright Johnny, I'll trust your judgment this once. But just know, I'll never let you live it down if it's bad!’ You wave your finger at him and he laughs at your response. ‘You'll help me prepare it so i doubt it'll be anything short of perfect.’ You blush a little, hitting his shoulder which earns you a chuckle. He opens up the box and takes out a bag of macaroni just to quickly show it to you. He points to something behind you. ‘darlin, why don't you grab that pot over there and fill it up with some water to bring it to a boil.’ You look around and find the pot he’s referring to, you walk over to the sink and fill it with water to then place it on the stove.
As you fidget with the stove to get the temperature up, you feel Johnny's warmth creeping up behind you, he doesn't touch you but you feel his breath tickle the back of your neck. He doesn't seem to have any intentions of touching you though. He just watches you for a while. ‘what are you doing?’ Your voice is soft and you giggle nervously. He gets a little closer and you feel his breath get even hotter on your neck. ‘nothing sweetheart, just making sure you're doing it right.’ You feel your cheeks burn hotter than the sun but you hide it by looking down and continuing to get it to the right temperature. ‘there.’ You say quickly to get your mind off his breath trickling down your neck, sending shivers through your whole body. ‘there it is, good girl.’ His voice is really quiet and low. It doesn't need to get any lower, he’s right by your ear but you swear, you hear him groan as he says it. Now he steps a little closer to you and you feel something poking your ass. You blush even harder realizing what it is and you bite your lip thinking about touching it, but he hasn't even touched you yet so maybe it wasn't his intention to do anything right now.
He brings both his arms, grazing your sides and holding them in front of you. Without much hesitation, you push yourself into his growing erection, rubbing a little to feel how big he’s gotten from just looking at you. To your delight, he’s grown quite big already. It's not until now that you realize that he’s holding the macaroni in one of his hands. He opens the plastic bag and pours the contents into the pot with the boiling water. You slowly push away from his crotch and feel embarrassed for thinking he was trying to do something else. ‘eager, are we?’ In contrast to you, he sounds very much amused and you can hear the stupid grin plastered on his face. You cover your face with both hands to hide your shame. You let a small groan escape you that pretty much says ‘kill me’.
‘oh don't hide from me sweet thing. These things happen, no need to be embarrassed.’ He grabs your wrists and brings your hands away from your face. He then leans over to reach for a spatula that he places inside the water. He grabs your hands again and wraps them around the handle for you to grab and stir the pot. He opens the cupboard above you and brings out the salt to pour into the palm of his hand to measure. With every movement, a small wave of his scent gets sent your way and you hate that it only turns you on even more. ‘keep stirring.’ He gives you dry and simple instructions as if the sexual tension can't be cut with a knife. You know he’s doing it on purpose, the question isn't if he’s gonna dig his cock 8 inches deep, the question is when.
He pours the salt into the pot and places the salt back in the cupboard. He places his hand on top of yours and starts slowly stirring in the salt until it dissolves. Intimacy wasnt something new with Johnny, he’s fucked you dumb countless times in the basement but there was something now that felt new. A newfound intimacy that somehow feels closer and more intense. At last, he finally places his left arm around your waist as he continues stirring with the other. Once again, he pulls closer to your neck but this time, he places a gentle kiss that lingers for a long while. You feel relief as this was confirmation that you’re not being crazy for thinking he wants you in that way.
You place your left hand on his and all of this feels so soft, so sweet and wholesome. Things you didn't expect Johnny to have. You see, some people have it and some don't. You were so convinced he didn't have it. You saw a man broken beyond possibility of repair, forever stuck in a loop of chaos and a desire to watch the world burn. Yet here you have a man holding you with such care, like he’s protecting a fragile porcelain doll from falling to pieces. He pulls your waist closer to you and you feel his erection grow bigger by the second.
‘It's okay princess, relieve that little ache of yours on my cock. I know you want to.’ His voice is so deep and masculine, making you obey as a reflex. You rub your ass in his crotch again and try to get his hardened cock to slide between your legs so you can hump it between your thighs, trying to relieve some of your cunts aching. ‘easy there pretty girl. we’ll need some food in ya before I stuff you with all sorts of things.’ However, he doesn't stop humping his cock into your thigh gap, letting his tip tease your clit through the fabric. ‘you’re sending me mixed signals Johnny… fuck you, dont fuck you… which one is it?’ You're growing slightly impatient with his games. You want him so bad, this long game is killing you.
He pulls away from you so as to not send any more mixed signals. ‘It's hard resisting you when you rub on me like that darlin. I just want to make sure you've eaten properly before I do what I'm about to do to you.’ He reaches for your face and you rest your cheek in his palm, relieved for some reassurance. ‘thank you Johnny, you're being very sweet’. He lets out a small chuckle. ‘don't thank me yet sweetheart.’ You giggle at his response. ‘alright then big boy, wanna help me finish up so we can eat already?’ You walk over grabbing a frying pan you saw laying around and throw some butter on the pan before flopping the minced meat on it and start frying it, including the powder that came with the meataroni box. ‘god, look at you making your way around my kitchen like it's yours already.’ You hear Johnny coming closer until you see him halt, as he remembers his promise to not give mixed signals. ‘What do you mean? this is my kitchen.’ You shoot him a semi seductive smirk over your shoulder, hopefully making it harder to stick to his promise.
It works well… maybe a little too well. Because now he's back, pressing himself closer to you again. He has his big hands engulf your hips from either side. ‘you’d make the cutest little housewife, ya’know that?’ He places a kiss on your collarbone, then one on your neck. 'Oh yeah?' Your voice is playful but sensual, you say it in a way that makes it almost come out as a soft moan, driving Johnny wild. He clenches his hands harder around your hips, almost digging his nails into your flesh. ‘fuckk… the things you do to me doll… I'll make you my wife, my pretty little thing, the woman I come home to after a long day of work. Mark my words, you will be all mine.’ You lean your head backwards, resting it on his shoulder, making eye contact with him. ‘i'm already yours Johnny. all yours. no man comes anywhere close to you.’ He lets out a sharp gasp. ‘oh fuck darlin, say it again.’ A small smirk grows on your face, loving every second of him begging. ‘say what?’ You ask as innocently as you can. ‘who do you belong to princess?’ You giggle but you're dedicated to hearing a ‘please’. ‘whats the magic worrrrddd?’ You tease and he lets out a defeated chuckle. ‘please pretty baby, tell me.’ You're pleased with your persuasion and turn around to face him fully. You place your hands on either of his broad shoulders. ‘I'm all yours Johnny. I belong to you. you're my home and ill never, ever leave your side.’ He places his hands under your thighs and picks you up to put you on the counter. He leans in to give you a kiss on the forehead, then one sweet one of your soft lips.
You continue sitting on the counter, watching him as he prepares the meal his way. It might just be macaroni and minced meat but you've never been more excited to eat anything in your whole life. Once he’s done, he plates both your food and puts them on one side of the table, next to each other. Odd choice you think to yourself and just as you're about to jump off the counter. ‘stay.’ Johnny makes his way to you and carries you to his chair but doesn't get you one of your own. He sits down and makes you sit on his lap. You blush to yourself and how much he refuses to leave you alone, even for a second. His hands are practically glued to you, not that you're complaining, you honestly wouldn't want it any other way.
He digs his fork into his plate and you watch his face as he focuses on getting the perfect ratio of pasta and meat on one fork. Sometimes the pasta falls off so he taps everything off and starts over. You can tell he’s very passionate about this. Once he’s gathered the perfect bite, he looks back to you. ‘alright darlin, open up wide.’ You laugh to yourself at his silly gesture. ‘I can eat myself you know?’ You look at him, holding back more laughter. 'Not a chance.’ He grabs your jaw and lets his thumb rub your chin down in order to open up your mouth. When you refuse to do so, he slowly rubs his thumb over your lips. He then slowly pries your lips open to fit his thumb inside. With his thumb in your mouth, it only felt right to suck, so that's what you do. You continue sucking and you can tell Johnny enjoys every second of it. You end up letting small moans escape as you let your tongue swirl around his thumb, making him bite his lip.
Then you hear what could only be the shutter of a camera, as well as the accompanied flash. You jolt and jump in Johnny’s lap. Johnny pulls his thumb out of your mouth and you look over to the opening to the hallway and are met with a skinny man, maybe in his mid 20s, late 30s? He seems very erratic and the picture he took of you is making its way out of his polaroid camera. ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?! you little freak! get out of here!’ Johnny snaps and the man seems to flinch a little at his tone, so do you. That doesn't stop the man from continuing to tease Johnny. He points at him, a face of realization appearing on his face. ‘n-no way!! y-yo-you like her d-don't you Johnny?’ The man runs in circles in place, and when the polaroid is out of the camera he waves it around. ‘oh t-this is RICH!!! Johnny got a girlfriend! Johnny got a girlfriend! Johnny got a girlfriend!’ Johnny takes a deep sigh ‘you little rat. Get out of here before I come over there’. The man continues chanting in the background until Johnny fakes getting up from his chair and that seemed to do the trick as the little man scurried off in a hurry. Honest to god, he seemed like a happy little guy, you want whatever he’s had.
‘I’m sorry about that princess. He can be a handful, don't worry about him, his goal is to piss you off.’ He massages his temples as you can tell he’s a little embarrassed over the whole thing. ‘you know… I thought he was kinda cute.’ You bounce a little in his lap to seem playful. ‘you… what???’ Johnny looks up at you half offended, half confused. ‘like cute in a sweet way… not the way i find you cute.’ He lets out a small sigh of relief ‘oh so you think i'm cute?’ He runs his hand through his hair and you can practically see his head inflate. ‘I think you're more than cute but if I continue, I think you'll burst.’ He lets out a deep laugh and finally remembers the fork he’s been holding this whole time. It's gotten cold by now so he grabs another perfect bite and this time you open your mouth for him, allowing him to feed you.
The flavors explode in your mouth and you can't tell if it's this good because you haven't eaten in days or because Johnny's love makes everything better but youre pretty sure it is the latter. ‘mmmh wow!’ You manage to get out while still chewing. ‘so?’ He sounds so genuinely curious, it tugs on your heartstrings that the man cares what you think about what likely is his childhood favorite. ‘I love it Johnny! truly, you've cooked it to perfection.’ You see a smirk growing on his face which he tries concealing by looking down. ‘I'm glad you like it my love.’ You finish your whole plate bite for bite, still sitting in Johnny's lap throughout. Once you’re done, he brings you back to your feet and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs.
Johnny only lets go of your hand once you enter his bedroom. It doesn't have much personality which leads you to believe he doesn't actually live here, but he definitely sleeps here. Pressed up against one of the walls is a big bed. It looks really cozy but you frown a little thinking of how many women have kept him company during lonely nights, considering its size. You assume he doesn't spend most of his nights alone, for some reason you feel a stinging pain in your chest the more you think about it. ‘what's on your mind pretty thing?’ His voice breaks your continuous train of thought with no destination. ‘oh nothing, nice room.’ You tuck your lips trying to hide any jealousy that tries to seep through.
‘come on darlin, you've got to try harder if you want to hide those pretty little thoughts from me. Now tell me before I force it out of you.’ He walks closer to you and rests his hands on either side of your hips, it doubles as comfort and a threat. ‘i-i was just wondering about… howmanywomenyouvekeptonthatbed.’ The words escape fast in an almost incomprehensible mumble under your breath. You're too embarrassed revealing your jealousy. You might belong to Johnny but you're not sure if he’s willing to tie you down for real. He might say he does, but can you really trust him? He really doesn't seem like the type. ‘I didn't quite catch that my love.’ He brings his open palmed hand to his ear, trying to get you to repeat but the smirk on his face lets you know he heard you loud and clear. 'I said…’ Before you're able to finish your sentence he pulls you closer by the waist, rougher than you expected. ‘i heard you doll. Your jealousy is the sweetest thing.’ He tilts his head to the side, low enough to give you a kiss on your neck. ‘and yes, many women have laid down on that very bed.’ He looks over to the bed and nods to confirm their presence on the mattress. You look up at him, puzzled and a little offended, he’s still holding you, and you're surprised as to why he would speak about it so openly, especially since he knows it makes you jealous.
‘oh… uhmm… yeah?’ Your voice is so self conscious, it hurts even you. ‘yeah darlin… but none of them have been you.’ You blush but you have enough confidence to not look down this time, instead you keep your eye contact. ‘how about you show me what these girls have been lacking princess?’ He pulls you in for a kiss and his hands travel from your hips to your ass. Once he gets there, he squeezes and spreads them a little, earning a moan from you. You continue moaning into his kiss as he continues massaging your cheeks, letting deep grunts escape his throat.
‘fuckk… come here.’ You feel your feet lift from the ground as Johnny picks you up and walks over to the bed. He throws you onto the soft surface below you, making you bounce along with the springs in the bed. You look up at him and start taking your top off, revealing your cute pink lace bra with cherry prints accessorizing the weblike fabric. He takes an audible gasp seeing your hard nipples through the sheer material as if it was his first time seeing you like this. The way the man makes sure you know how you make him feel is such a turn on, it makes you feel so confident and not once underappreciated. He walks closer to the edge of the bed, keeping your legs between his as he brings his thumb back to your mouth. He forces your lips open and urges you to suck again. You happily comply and you shut your eyes as you continue sucking. You bring both your hands to grab his wrists as you continue sucking as wet and deep as you can. ‘eyes on me pretty one.’ You open your eyes back up and maintain eye contact as you continue moaning and groaning with his thumb deep in your throat. ‘mmh such a good girl for me. fuckk, you look so pretty like this, you know that?’ You try to give him a little smile and a little nod, letting your big doe eyes do most of the talking.
You move your hands from his wrists to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. His cock is massive and you've always struggled to fit the entire thing in your tiny mouth. Thankfully, Johnny has never demanded for you to go deeper than you have to. He loves and prefers when you focus on his tip and that's what you do. You hold the bottom of his shaft with both hands and you get closer to his peak. You get closer and closer until your lips touch his sensitive and swollen tip. ‘like this?’ You ask innocently to tease him, making him wait just a little longer. ‘just like that princess, you're doing so good.’
You finally wrap your lips around his big tip and he gasps when you suck, creating an unreal pressure and sensation for your johnny. He leans his head back and places one hand carefully behind the back of your head. You continue sucking, starting at the tip, then slowly making your way down his shaft, as far as you can at least. The groans Johnny releases makes you want to never stop and with every moan you increase the pressure. Your tongue circles around his tip and your delicate fingers play with his balls, massaging them slowly. ‘what a clever one you are huh?’ You can tell he gets suspicious with the way you’re handling him right now, your experience makes him think you've had a lot of practice. Truth be told, you were a virgin before Johnny and he’s the only man who’s touched you the way he's doing, and the only man you’ve ever touched this way.
But it wouldn't hurt making him believe you've had some men in your life as well, you know, trying to get him jealous back. ‘yeah… I suppose I've had some practice.’ You see his eyes widen, he doesn't really mind if you have had other men touch you. It just catches him by surprise since he just assumed you were a virgin. The most important thing is that he’s the one being touched by you right now. ‘I don't mind princess, I'll be the last to touch you though.’ He looks down on you and he’s breathless from watching you suck his cock. ‘yes sir.’ Your voice is quiet and submissive. He doesn't know it yet, but he’s my last, as well as my first.
You get back to work. Your only goal is seeing him cum so you get to it fast. You wrap your lips back around his tip and start nursing yourself with his pre-cum. You stroke his shaft as you try milking him, getting him closer and closer to his climax. ‘ffuuckk… yes darlin, mmmh keep doing it just like that.’ You feel his dick twitch and let go with your hands and only focus on his head with your lips. You feel his cum flow through his cock until it releases in your mouth. You moan, still slightly caught off guard by the suddenness. ‘mmmh ffucckk you're making me cum princess.’ You keep your lips around his tip until your mouth fills with his warm liquid and flows down the side of his massive dick. Finally you let loose with a plop sound and continue licking with every load of cum that gets released.
You look at his dick, wet and sloppy from your work. A masterpiece if you say so yourself. You lick off any excess cum that is left around your lips, bringing some from your cheek with your finger and licking it off. Then drying off with your arm, wiping it across your mouth. ‘You make your ol’ man proud little one.’ He reaches down for you, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. Just as you're about to get up he pins you back down. ‘where do you think you're going little love?’ He looks down at you with the most predatory hunter eyes you've ever witnessed. His voice, low and deep. ‘you didn't really think i forgot about my woman, did you?’ You look up at your Johnny with the same sugar-sweet doe eyes.
He lifts you up and throws you further down the bed, almost all the way to the headboard. He climbs slowly onto the bed, between your legs, spreading them as he positions himself to get on top of you. His dick is still hanging out of his half pulled down jeans. He takes them off the rest of the way and in one swift motion, pulls his shirt off with one hand from its collar. His face is close to yours and you feel his warmth hug your body without him having to touch you properly. ‘You're gonna be a good girl for me and stay still right?’ His voice is low and coarse like gravel as he demands you to not move. ‘yes Johnny, I'll try my best.’ You place your hands around his waist, preparing yourself for him to thrust inside you. ‘I don't need you to try pretty girl, I need you to do. Am I making myself clear?’ He looks at you like it's a warning and you just nod in return. He chuckles and lets his head fall. He brings his attention to his hard cock hovering over your clothed opening. Only the thin fabric of your panties being in between his tip and your needy hole.
He pulls your panties to the side and you gasp feeling his rough fingers graze your smooth pussy lips. He looks back up at you. ‘shhh it's ok my sensitive baby. Johnny's gonna take care of you real good. don't you worry.’ He slowly pushes his middle finger into your tight little hole. Your pussy clenches and sucks in his finger. You let small moans escape your lips as he continues to pull his finger out slowly… then back in… then out again. You breathe heavy, in and out for every push with his single finger entering and exiting your soaked entrance. ‘fuckk baby, you're always this wet for me?’ You nod and moan in response, the truth is yes… you are always this wet for him.
You gasp louder when you feel his rough and hard thumb put pressure on your clit. He slides his index finger in your already overcrowded cunt. Now he’s fingering you with two fingers, slowly increasing the speed and intensity as he moves his thumb in circles around your red and swollen clit. You arch your back and move your hips in circles, moaning and groaning, letting him know how good he feels. ‘what did I tell you baby? No moving.' He stops fingering you as he tells you the conditions. ‘...b-but-’ You try protesting. ‘no buts sweetheart. stay still for me and i'll give you what you want.’ He pulls his fingers out entirely and you find yourself reaching for them and begging. ‘no no no, please I'm sorry. I'll stay still, I promise.’ You plead, wanting desperately for him to continue pushing into you. ‘Well in that case. I have something more special for you.’ Your eyes widen in excitement. 'yeah?' You try sounding surprised and like you don't know what he means. ‘yeah baby. you think you can keep this special thing safe for me?’ You look up at him. ‘mmh hmm, I'll keep it safe.’
You didn't even notice that all this talking was just a distraction for him to perfectly align his cock with your entrance. And without responding to you, he pushes his tip hard against your sensitive clit, making you moan out loud. ‘mmmh fuckk Johnny!!!’ He looks down on how your pussy lips unfold and wrap around his big tip. And without much warning he slowly forces his dick into your swollen hole. Both of you let out a unified gasp as he feels your tight and warm whole and as you feel his massive cock fill you up.
Slowly but surely he starts speeding up, getting rougher and rougher with every thrust. You hear how he groans with every thrust, creating more pressure on your clit, making your butterflies go crazy. When he’s reached maximum depth, he places one of his big and veiny hands on your lower stomach, pushing down and you feel euphoric. You did not know this was a sensation that was possible to achieve. You scream so loud, it almost turns into a cry. You feel how his dick presses against the inside of your stomach as he continues pressing down, making sure you feel every inch of his deep thrusts. ‘you feel that princess? you feel how deep inside your womb i am right now? huh? how does it feel?’ He continues talking you through all the sensations that he knows you're unfamiliar with and you keep nodding and moaning in return. He knows the incoherent mess he’s turned you into, he doesn't expect full answers. ‘tell me baby. who does this pussy belong to?’ He somehow pounds harder as he patiently waits for an answer. ‘y- you j-johnny.’ You voice is weak and your brain is all fuzzy from how hard he’s fucking you. You feel like a brainless little bunny being fucked numb by a big wolf. ‘mmmh t-this pussy belongs to you s-sir.’ He chuckles hearing your sweet attempts at responding to him, it earns you a forehead kiss as he continues pouding into your pretty little cunt. ‘mmh my good girl… fuckk… such a good little girl…’ You feel his dick twitch as he continues praising you. You feel proud that he’s proud of you, you'll cherish his sweet words until the end of time, and longer. ‘im cuming princess, you think you can keep this special thing inside you?’ He’s breathless from fucking you so hard. ‘yes Johnny, I'll keep it for you. give it to me please johnny.’ You wrap your arms around his neck and push your hips into his as he continues thrusting. ‘alright pretty baby.’ You feel his dick twitch again but this time his pretty white liquid shoots deep inside your pussy. It feels so good to feel Johnny’s cum swim around inside you. He groans one last time before he pulls out of your pussy. Both of you watching the white cream flow down your slit, then down your tight asshole and onto the mattress sheets below, soaking it.
He plops down next to you and you both watch the ceiling in silence for a couple of seconds. Finally he speaks, holding your hand. ‘There is no one quite like you darlin. you're my special girl, aren't you?’ You giggle and get on top of his sweaty and glistening body. ‘Why don't you say it to my face, pretty boy?’ You lay on his chest with both your arms resting in front of you. A smug smirk plastered on your face, loving wherever he praises you, growing more and more addicted to it. ‘You’re my sweet angel and whether you like it or not… I'll be keeping you.’ You tilt your head and give him a sickening sweet smile, growing faint little dimples. ‘well… I like it.’ You blush a little thinking of how many more endless nights you get to spend with your johnny, just like this one. ‘good.’ he says simply as he brushes his fingers through your soft hair and presses you to his chest.
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