I need to go

I sat there for a long moment after she climbed off my face, breathing hard, my chin and mouth still slick with the mess we’d made together. The taste of us lingered on my tongue. My cock was still hard, aching, untouched and leaking against my stomach.

Alice didn’t push. She just watched me with that same knowing look.

Eventually I **** myself to move. I sat up, swung my legs off the bed, and reached for my clothes on the floor. My hands felt clumsy. My head was a mess of conflicting thoughts — the breeding talk, the way she’d sat on my face without hesitation, the terrifying certainty that she meant every word.

I stood up.

The second I did, Alice shifted to the edge of the bed in front of me. She was still completely naked, thick thighs spread just enough, her pussy visibly messy and swollen from everything we’d done. She looked up at me with those bright green eyes as I grabbed my shirt and started pulling it on over my head.

Before I could get it all the way down, her hands slid into my open pants.

I froze.

Her touch wasn’t greedy. It wasn’t frantic. She just wrapped her fingers gently around my cock — still sticky from earlier — and held me. Warm. Steady. Almost… tender.

Something about it made my mind spin.

This girl had just whispered about getting pregnant at eighteen and making me call her Mommy. She’d sat on my face and let me eat my own cum out of her. She’d stood outside talking to her dad while my load was leaking down her thighs. And now here she was, sitting naked on the edge of her bed, holding my cock in her hands like it was something precious.

It felt nurturing.

The realization hit me so hard I actually swayed on my feet. No one had ever touched me like this after sex — not my ex, not any of the messy hookups that came after. It wasn’t just sexual. It was something else. Something that made my chest feel tight and my head feel light at the same time.

I looked down at her.

Alice met my eyes without flinching. She knew exactly what she was doing. I could see it in the soft curve of her mouth, the way her thumbs stroked slowly along my shaft, the quiet confidence in her gaze. She wasn’t trying to make me stay with more filthy talk. She was doing this on purpose. And it was working.

My hands moved before I could stop them. I slid them into her dark hair, fingers tightening until I had a firm grip on the back of her head. Not rough. Just… holding her there. Anchoring myself.

Alice’s lips parted. She bit down on her bottom lip, eyes never leaving mine, and gave my cock the gentlest squeeze.

For a second neither of us spoke.

The only sounds were our breathing and the faint creak of the caravan settling. Outside, the world was still moving — birds, distant traffic, her dad probably somewhere in the house. But in here it felt like time had slowed down.

I needed to go.

I knew it. I could feel it in my bones. If I stayed even five more minutes, I was going to end up back inside her. I was going to keep letting her pull me deeper into whatever this was. And I wasn’t sure I’d be able to leave at all after that.

My fingers flexed in her hair. She leaned into the grip like she liked it.

“I need to go,” I said quietly. My voice came out rougher than I meant it to.

Alice didn’t argue. She just kept looking up at me with that soft, knowing expression, her hands still warm and steady around my cock, like she was perfectly content to sit there holding me until I made up my mind.

And for the first time since I’d walked into this caravan, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.