WARNING: This one is short, but it is also sweet and SUPER SMUTTY ... like SMUTTY SMUTTY. So you have all been warned, both about its brevity and its extreme dirtiness. I am sure many of you will not want to read it now that you have been warned :D 

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Before she could properly pass out, however, Cam yanked her head back and pulled her mouth way from his cock. She moaned from a combination of dizziness and disappointment. She wanted him back inside her throat, her air passages full of his scent, the terrible racket of the storm outside muffled by her slow asphyxiation.

"Breathe baby girl," he commanded her as she gasped in gulps of air. "I need you awake."

She greedily inhaled a lungful of oxygen, determined to return to the delicious oblivion of deep throating his long, beautiful penis as quickly as possible; she had never done such a thing before, not with any man, and she didn't know why she was suddenly able to do it without gagging or revulsion, especially considering his length. And the fact that they were both probably about to die. She lowered her head again but he stopped her with a harsh tug on her hair, which was still wrapped tightly in his fist.

"No baby girl," he said, his voice low and urgent, "I need you on your hands and knees. I need to cum inside your pussy. Now."

And as he said it he began pushing her into position, using his harsh, painful grip on her hair to force her up onto her knees; then he twisted her around so she faced the bathtub spigot, and then he braced his other hand against her back and shoved her face down, her backside now facing him. When she whimpered from the pain he grew still for a moment.

"You don't like it when I hurt you Courtney? You want me to stop?"

She shook her head. No. No she did not want him to stop. A terrible crashing sound echoed beyond the walls of her tiny bathroom, but his grip on her kept her where she was, unable to react, unable to move. Because really, where could she move to? Her entire world had collapsed inward until all that was left was this bathtub, this boy, and the shadows pressing in on them, kept at bay by the weak beam of a flashlight Cam had balanced above them on the shower caddy.

"Good, because I'm not going to," he replied. And he yanked down her jogging shorts and smacked her ass, hard. She tensed, unsure if more of that was coming her way, but he didn't do it again. Instead, he kept one hand twisted in her long hair, and gripped her hip hard with the other. Hard enough that, even through her fog of desire and confusion and fear, she knew there would be bruises.

Which only made her very, very wet. She could feel herself engorged down there, the folds of skin slipping against each other, her own juices running down the inside of her thigh.

As soon as he plunged inside her from behind he pulled back hard on her hair, forcing her into a dramatic back arch that allowed him to go even deeper. She whimpered with pain and helpless desire, and wildly slapped her hands against either side of the tub to keep from falling over. Before she could regain her balance, however, he used her rope of long hair to pull her up flat against his naked body, and he wrapped one hand around her throat and, after releasing her hair, he pressed his other hand flat against her abdomen. Her knees flared in sharp complaint at the way this new position pressed her weight down onto the hard enamel surface of the tub, but the pain felt as distant and muted as the sounds of destruction being wrought outside.

He gently squeezed his hand on her throat, and she felt herself deliciously trapped between his body and his strong arm wrapped around her stomach. Which was good, because she probably would have fallen right over upon hearing what he was murmuring into her ear:

"That's my baby in there, you hear me Courtney?" His large, warm hand covered almost all of her abdomen, and her feeling of shock was mixed with the sensation of a great eruption of heat between her legs and the tightening of her inner walls around his buried cock.

"It's mine, and no one else's." He was whispering fiercely now.

"How—" she began, but he shifted his grip on her throat and cut her off.

"I saw the test stick on your bathroom counter before the power cut out," he said. "I know you've been fucking my daddy, but that baby in there is mine."

And suddenly he twisted her face around and roughly kissed her mouth while at the same time pumping his cock inside of her, making it impossible for her to process anything he had just said. Instead she went limp in his arms and sank into a place of pure sensation, the feeling of his possessive hand on her stomach, the thrusting of his long, eager cock deep inside her, the devouring of her mouth and face and neck by his lips and tongue.

"Tell me, does that baby inside you belong to me Courtney?"

She nodded weakly.

"Did I put that baby inside you?"

Again she nodded.

"Say it Courtney," he demanded. And he released his grip on her throat. "Look me in the eyes and say it to me."

So she did. And then her body seized into the most intense orgasm of her life, and she was shrieking wildly in a way that mimicked the shrieking of the furious winds outside, and her pussy clenched hard around the cock of her young lover as he, in turn, came inside her, breathing in her ear that he loved her, he loved her, he had always loved her, and that she belonged to him.