Dick in crazy

I stayed buried inside her, my cock throbbing in the slick, cum-filled heat of her pussy while her dad’s voice hung in the air outside the caravan. Alice’s whisper — “Don’t stop” — was still ringing in my ears, but something in the way she’d said it, the wild little smile on her face even with her dad thirty metres away, made the words catch in my throat.

Instead of thrusting again, I leaned in close, my chest pressed to her back, and murmured against her ear, “This seems like a good a time as any to talk about last night.”

She went still for a second. Then she let out a soft, breathy laugh that made her pussy clench around me. “Right now? With my dad making breakfast and your dick still inside me?”

“Yeah,” I said, even as my hips gave one slow, involuntary roll. “Right now.”

I didn’t pull out. I couldn’t. She felt too good — hot and messy and still fluttering from the orgasm I’d just given her. My hand stayed on her tit, thumb brushing her nipple, while my other arm stayed locked around her waist like I was afraid she’d vanish if I let go.

Alice was quiet for a moment. Then she pushed her ass back against me, taking me a fraction deeper, and whispered, “Okay. Talk.”

I swallowed. My cock twitched inside her. “We didn’t use anything. I came in you. Twice if we count what I left in you overnight. We never even talked about it. Not once.”

She turned her head on the pillow so she could look at me over her shoulder. Those green eyes were bright, a little wicked, and completely unashamed.

“I know,” she said simply. “I wanted it that way.”

The confession hit me like a gut punch wrapped in velvet. My brain short-circuited for a second. This girl — eighteen, thick and gorgeous and living in a caravan in her dad’s backyard — had invited a stranger over, let him eat her out for an hour, then begged him to fuck her raw and fill her up. No questions. No hesitation.

And now she was lying here with my cock still inside her, my cum still leaking out of her, calmly admitting she’d wanted it like that.

I felt the old familiar click in my head — the same one I’d felt with my ex. The one that whispered this one’s different. This one’s worth the risk. You can handle her. The cliché “I can fix her” guy I’d sworn I’d never become again. Except this time the crazy wasn’t toxic drama and screaming matches. This crazy was the kind that let me breed her on the first night, that got wetter when I pointed out how reckless we’d been, that smiled like a secret when her dad was right outside.

She’s crazy, I thought, the realization landing with terrifying clarity. But crazy makes for the best sex. Especially when they fulfil your kinks without you even having to ask. And I’m not against sticking my dick in crazy. Not when it feels like this.

Alice must have seen something shift in my face because she reached back, found my hand on her hip, and laced her fingers through mine.

“You’re thinking too loud,” she said softly. “I’m not on anything, by the way. Just so we’re clear. I liked the idea of you not knowing. Of you choosing to do it anyway.”

My cock jerked hard inside her. She felt it and smiled wider.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re actually insane.”

“Probably.” She rocked her hips in a slow, filthy circle, dragging my cock through the mess we’d made. “But you’re still inside me. And you’re still hard. So what does that make you?”

I didn’t have an answer. Or maybe I did, and I just didn’t want to say it out loud. Instead I started moving again — slow, deep strokes that pushed my cum deeper into her with every thrust. She bit her lip to stay quiet, but her eyes stayed locked on mine.

“I don’t want to fix you,” I said, surprising myself with how honest it came out. “I just… like the way you make me feel. Like I can be as fucked up as I want and you’ll match it.”

Alice’s breath hitched. She reached down between her legs and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, slow and deliberate.

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I don’t want to be fixed. I want to be fucked like this. Filled like this. I want to wake up leaking your cum and know you’re thinking about doing it again.”

Her dad’s voice called out again, closer this time. “Alice? You decent? I’m bringing a plate out if you’re hungry.”

We both froze mid-thrust.

Alice’s pussy squeezed me so tight I almost came on the spot. Her eyes were sparkling with something between fear and pure adrenaline.

She didn’t answer him.

Instead she looked straight at me and said, voice barely audible, “Then don’t stop. And don’t pull out when you cum this time either.”