**Beach House Creampie**

I met her at some shitty beach bar a few nights ago—tanned skin, wild blonde hair, and a tight little bikini that barely contained her perfect tits. We danced, drank too many tequila shots, and ended up making out against the bar before stumbling back to my rental. We fucked like animals that night, but this morning, she showed up at the beach house with a bottle of rosé and a smirk, like she wasn’t done with me yet.

Now, we’re on the back deck, the ocean wind whipping her hair around as she straddles my lap in nothing but a flimsy sundress. I can already feel the heat of her pussy through my shorts, grinding against my dick like she’s trying to tease me to death. Her lips taste like salt and wine when she kisses me, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“You gonna fuck me properly this time?” she murmurs against my mouth, her hips rolling in slow circles. “Or just tease me again?”

I groan, hands sliding up her thighs, under her dress. No panties—fuck. My fingers find her wet instantly, her pussy slick and swollen. “You’re already so fucking wet,” I growl, rubbing her clit just to hear her gasp.

She bites my lip, hard. “Don’t make me beg.”

I don’t. In one rough motion, I flip her onto her back on the deck, yanking her dress up to her waist. Her pussy glistens under the sun, pink and perfect, and I’m burying my face in her before she can even catch her breath. My tongue laps at her, slow and filthy, making her moan into the salty air.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, her thighs clamping around my head. “Right there, right fucking there—”

I suck her clit between my lips, and she arches off the deck with a cry, fingers tangled in my hair. Her hips jerk, grinding against my mouth, but I don’t let up—licking, sucking, until she’s shaking and gasping through her first orgasm.

But I’m not done. I strip my shorts off, my cock already rock-hard and leaking, and she licks her lips at the sight. Without a word, she reaches for me, guiding me between her legs.

“Inside me,” she breathes. “Now.”

I don’t hesitate. I push into her with one slow, deep thrust, her pussy clamping around me like a fucking vice. She’s so tight, so wet—I groan, my hips jerking forward before I can stop myself.

“Fuck, yes,” she hisses, nails digging into my back as I start to move. “Harder.”

I fuck her like I own her, my cock slamming into her over and over, the sound of skin slapping filling the air between our moans. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her back pressing into the wood beneath her.

“You like that?” I grunt, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “You like my cock fucking this tight little pussy?”

She nods frantically, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “God, yes, it’s so—fuck, I’m gonna—!”

Her whole body shudders, her pussy clenching around me as she cums again, her back arching off the deck. It’s too much—I’m close, so fucking close—and when she locks her legs around me, pulling me deeper, I lose it.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” I warn, my thrusts turning sloppy.

She moans, digging her nails into my ass. “Do it. Come inside me.”

With a groan, I slam into her one last time and let go—my cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her pussy. She whimpers, her walls milking every last drop out of me until I’m spent, panting against her neck.

I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak out of her, dripping down her thighs. Fuck, that’s hot.

She smirks up at me, still breathless. “Hope you’re ready to be a daddy.”

I freeze. “Wait—what?”

She laughs, running a finger through the mess between her legs. “I’m not on birth control, dumbass.”

For a second, I just stare at her. But then she pulls me down for another kiss, and all I can think is—fuck it. I’ll knock her up again later.