Teagan wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his grease-stained hand, the roar of the engine bay fan doing little to cut through the thick summer heat of the garage. "Damn, Ella," he muttered to himself, twisting the wrench tighter on the stubborn bolt, "you'd be naggin' me right now to take a break, wouldn't ya? Always lookin' out for this old man." Present Ella, 44 years old, is doing okay, their marriage is blossoming beautifully. Ella is not present at the moment; she was going to the local market. His mind drifted to the way his wife used to slip into the shop after school, her soft voice calling out over the clatter of tools, those innocent eyes of hers lighting up when he pulled her close for a stolen kiss. At forty-eight, the memories hit harder some days—the feel of her tight little body pressed against him, the shy way she'd whisper how much she needed him, even back when she was barely legal and still figuring out her own desires. The scent of motor oil mixed with the faint trace of her perfume in his head, stirring that familiar ache in his balls as he recalled her soft moans from their early years.

He reached for another socket, his stoic face softening at the thought of her timid smile, how she'd blush so red when he teased her about becoming more independent, always guiding her with that manipulative sweetness he knew she secretly craved. "You were so fuckin' pure back then," he grumbled aloud, voice low and rough like gravel, "actin' all shy while your little cunt got wet just from my words." The wrench slipped, clanging against the floor, and that's when he noticed the odd hum from the forgotten prototype device he'd been fiddling with on the workbench—a strange little gizmo from some scrapped experiment, glowing faint blue under the fluorescent lights.

"Shit, not again," Teagan said, stepping closer, his calloused fingers hovering over the switches as the air around him crackled with static. "Ella, if you're watchin' from wherever, this one's for you, baby." The device sparked violently, sending a jolt through his arm, and the garage walls blurred into streaks of color. His body lurched forward, stomach twisting as time itself seemed to fold, the familiar smells of oil and metal giving way to the crisp scent of a teenage girl's bedroom—lavender and something sweeter, like untouched skin.

He stumbled out of the shimmering rift right into soft pink walls and the quiet creak of a wooden bed frame, his heavy boots thudding on the carpet. There she was, eighteen-year-old Ella, her slender frame half-hidden under a thin blanket, one hand moving rhythmically between her parted thighs. Her cheeks flushed deep crimson, lips parted in a gasp as she froze, eyes wide with that innocent shock he remembered so well. "Teagan?...is that you? You look different. How... how did you get in here?" she whispered, voice trembling, her fingers still slick and glistening from her own touch, the air thick with the musky scent of her arousal.

His cock twitched hard in his jeans at the sight, that stoic composure cracking as obsession flooded through him. "Easy now, sweetheart," he said, voice smooth and coaxing, stepping closer with a gentle smile that hid the hunger burning in his gut. "Didn't mean to startle you, but looks like you were gettin' yourself all worked up. Let me help, yeah? For your own good, to make you feel real independent." He reached out, his rough palm brushing her knee, pushing the blanket aside slowly to reveal her bare, glistening pussy, lips puffy and wet from her hesitant fingering.

His calloused fingers lingered there, tracing the soft inner skin of her thigh with deliberate slowness, feeling the way her muscles trembled under his touch. "Shh, darlin', it's alright," Teagan murmured, his voice low and honey-sweet, the same gentle tone he used when coaxing her into trying new things back in their early days. "I know this is a shock, seein' me like this—all older and rough around the edges. But I'm still the same Teagan you know, the one who's always been sweet on you. That neighbor boy you think of? He's me, just... from further down the road. Your future husband, Ella. We get married, build a life together. This right here? It's part of how it all starts, and I'm here to help you feel good, to make you stronger and more independent like you want."

Ella's breath hitched sharply, her wide eyes darting from his face to the thick bulge straining against his grease-stained jeans, confusion and embarrassment flooding her cheeks with a deeper crimson. "F-future husband? But... you look so different, Teagan. Older. And the way you're lookin' at me... the sweet boy next door never stares like that," she whispered, her voice cracking with timid hesitation, her fingers instinctively trying to pull the blanket back up only for his hand to gently but firmly hold it aside. Her bare pussy glistened under the soft bedroom light, puffy lips parted from her earlier hesitant touches, a thin trail of her own slick arousal glistening along her slit and down toward the tight pucker of her ass. "I-I was just... trying to figure things out alone. It feels so weird now, you watchin'."

Teagan chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring as he eased down onto the edge of her bed, his heavy frame making the mattress dip. "That's 'cause this older version of me knows exactly what that sweet little cunt needs," he said, his rough thumb brushing ever so lightly along her outer lip, spreading the wetness there in a slow circle that made her hips twitch involuntarily. "You're soakin' wet already, baby girl. Look at how your pussy's clenchin' around nothin', beggin' for more than those shy little fingers. Let me show ya—spread your legs a bit wider for me. It's for your own good, helpin' you explore so you don't stay all timid like this." His other hand moved to his lap, palming the rigid outline of his thick cock through the denim, the fabric already dampening with a spot of precum as he watched her innocent form squirm.

She whimpered softly, the sound mixing with the faint wet squelch as his thumb dipped just inside her entrance, feeling the tight, velvety heat clenching around the tip. "Teagan... it tingles when you touch there. I don't know if I should... this is so embarrassin'," Ella breathed, her thighs parting just a fraction more under his coaxing pressure, her small tits rising and falling rapidly beneath her thin nightshirt, nipples pebbling visibly against the fabric. Her scent grew thicker in the air, that musky sweetness of untouched arousal filling his lungs as he leaned closer, his free hand gently stroking her hair back from her flushed face. "You really are my husband? From the future? It... it makes me feel all fluttery inside, like I want you to keep goin' even if it's wrong."

"That's my good girl," he praised, voice husky with restrained hunger, his finger sliding deeper now—knuckle by knuckle—into her slick pussy, curling slowly to stroke that spongy spot inside that made her gasp and leak more juices around his digit. "Feel how it stretches you just right? Your cunt's so tight and hot, squeezin' me like it never wants to let go. I'm gonna work this little hole open nice and slow, maybe add another finger soon, rub that swollen clit with my thumb till you're moanin' and creamin' all over my hand. Then you'll see how independent you can be, takin' what you need from your man." The wet sounds grew louder as he pumped his finger in and out at a languid pace, her walls fluttering and sucking greedily, a bead of her arousal trailing down to pool on the sheets beneath her ass.

Ella's hands clutched at the sheets, her body arching slightly despite her shy protests, soft moans escaping her parted lips as the sensations built. "Oh... oh god, that feels so full already. Don't stop talkin' like that, Teagan—it makes my tummy all warm and my pussy throb harder," she admitted in a trembling whisper, her eyes locked on his with a mix of awe and budding lust, the innocent girl from next door giving way to the woman he'd married. He added a second finger gradually, scissoring them gently inside her dripping cunt to stretch her further, the obscene squelching noises echoing in the quiet room as his palm ground against her clit with each thrust. "That's it, sweetheart—ride my fingers if you want. I'm right here, your future husband, makin' sure this pretty little slit gets all the attention it craves."

Her hips began to rock tentatively against his hand, a soft, rhythmic motion that grew more confident with each passing second. "It's... it's so much better than when I do it alone," she confessed, her voice breathy and dazed. "Your fingers are so thick, Teagan—they fill me up so deep. I can feel them rubbin' right where it aches the most." Her back arched off the bed as he curled his fingers just right, pressing firmly against that tender spot inside her, and a sharp cry tore from her throat. "Oh! Right there, please... don't stop!"

"That's it, baby, let it all out," Teagan growled, his own cock throbbing painfully in his jeans as he watched her unravel. "You're doin' so good for me, takin' my fingers like a little slut already. Bet that tight cunt's gonna milk my dick just as good when I fuck it proper." He sped up his thrusts, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room, his thumb circling her clit in firm, relentless circles that had her thighs shaking. "You're so close, ain't ya? I can feel your pussy clampin' down, gettin' ready to cream all over my hand. Come on, Ella—squirt for me. Show me how bad you needed this."

Her eyes rolled back, a broken sob escaping her as her orgasm crashed over her. "Teagan! I'm—I'm comin'!" she screamed, her whole body seizing as her pussy convulsed wildly around his fingers, gushing a hot rush of her release that soaked his hand and dripped onto the sheets. She trembled violently, her cries softening into whimpers as she rode out the waves, her sensitive flesh clenching and fluttering around his still-moving digits.

He didn't let up, fucking her through her climax with slow, deep strokes, milking every last shudder from her exhausted body. "Fuck, look at you," he breathed, pulling his slick fingers free and holding them up to her lips. "Taste yourself, sweetheart. That's all you, all that sweet cream your tight little cunt made for me." She hesitated for only a second before her tongue darted out, shyly licking her own juices from his fingers, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fascination. "Good girl," he praised, his voice rough with lust. "Now let's get these jeans off me—my cock's been hard as fuck since I walked in here, and it's damn near burstin' to get inside that wet pussy of yours."

Ella watched, her breath catching, as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down just enough to free his thick, veiny cock. It sprang out, already leaking precum, the head dark and swollen with need. "Oh my god," she whispered, her eyes fixed on its size. "It's so... big, Teagan. I don't know if I can—"

"Shh, you can take it," he assured her, stroking himself slowly as he positioned himself between her thighs. "I'll go real slow, open you up nice and easy. Just relax for me, darlin'." He guided the broad head to her soaked entrance, rubbing it through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. "That's it, just like that. Now breathe out for me." With a low groan, he pushed forward, the tip stretching her tight virgin opening inch by agonizing inch. "Fuck, you're so tight, Ella—clampin' down on me like a vise. Just a little more, baby, you're doin' so good."

She cried out as he sank deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body adjusting to the overwhelming fullness. "It hurts... but it feels good too," she panted, her hips lifting tentatively to meet his. "Please, Teagan... keep goin'. I want all of you." Encouraged by her words, he thrust forward until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against her ass, her pussy stretched taut around his thick shaft. "Oh god, you're so deep," she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "I can feel you in my belly."

He began to move then, a slow, grinding rhythm that had her gasping and clutching at him. "That's it, take every inch," he grunted, his thrusts gradually gaining speed and force. "Your cunt's suckin' me in so good, baby—so hot and wet and tight. Fuck, I'm never gonna forget how this feels." He leaned down to capture her mouth in a rough, claiming kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as he pounded into her, the bedframe creaking loudly with each powerful thrust. "You're mine, Ella—always have been, always will be. This sweet little pussy was made for my cock."

Her moans became a continuous, breathy stream against his lips, each thrust wringing another gasp from her lungs. “Yes… yes, Teagan… harder,” she begged, her shyness completely shattered by the raw pleasure coursing through her. Her hips rose to meet his with a newfound urgency, her inner muscles fluttering and squeezing his cock in a rhythmic, milking motion that made him curse into her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re a natural, baby girl,” he grunted, breaking the kiss to watch her face contort in ecstasy. He shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper with a brutal snap of his hips that made her scream, her head thrashing back on the pillow. “That’s it—right against your spot, isn’t it? Feel how deep my dick is? I’m hittin’ the very back of that tight little cunt.” He could feel the head of his cock nudging her cervix with every powerful stroke, and the way her eyes widened in shock and overwhelming pleasure told him everything he needed to know.

“I feel it! Oh god, I feel you everywhere!” she cried out, her fingers scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slicked back. “It’s so deep… it’s like you’re splitting me open! Don’t stop! Please, don’t ever stop!” Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as she bucked wildly beneath him. The wet slap of their bodies meeting mixed with the squelching sounds of her overly lubricated pussy taking every inch of him.

He leaned back on his knees for better leverage, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip remained inside her stretched entrance before slamming back in with enough force to jolt her whole body up the bed. “Look down, Ella,” he commanded gruffly, his voice thick with lust. “Watch my cock disappear into that pretty pink pussy. See how your lips grip me? So fuckin’ greedy for it.”

Her gaze dropped between their bodies and a fresh wave of arousal flushed her skin as she watched the thick length of him glide in and out of her glistening flesh. “It’s so big,” she whimpered, mesmerized by the lewd sight. “I can see my cream all over you… your balls are slappin’ my ass.” The vulgar observation sent another jolt through him; hearing such crude words from her innocent mouth was almost as intoxicating as the feeling of her cunt.

“You like watchin’ me fuck you?” he growled, increasing his pace to a relentless pounding that had the bed slamming against the wall.

“Yes! I love it!” she screamed, her voice cracking with intensity. “I love your big cock stretching my pussy! I love how full I feel! Make me cum again Teagan please make me cum all over your dick!”

Her desperate pleas were all the encouragement he needed. He drove into her with punishing force now focused on grinding against that sweet spot inside her with every deep thrust. One of his hands slid down between them finding her swollen clit easily amidst their slick union and he began rubbing rough fast circles over it

The effect was instantaneous Ella's back arched off bed so sharply he thought it might break A guttural scream ripped from throat as second orgasm tore through even more violent than first Her pussy clamped down on him like a fist spasming and rippling around shaft in waves of intense pleasure He could feel hot flood of release drenching cock balls making obscene squelching noises even louder

" That's it cream on daddy's cock " he snarled watching face twisted pure ecstasy " Soak me baby Let it all out " He didn't let up fucking through contractions milking every last shudder from trembling body until she collapsed boneless beneath him whimpering softly

He was close himself sweat pouring down face muscles coiling tight with impending release He slowed pace to deep grinding thrusts wanting savor these last moments " Gonna fill this tight little cunt up Ella " he breathed staring into dazed eyes " Gonna pump my cum so deep inside you mark you as mine You ready for that baby? Ready take my load?"

Her response was weak but eager nod followed by soft whisper " Yes fill me Teagan Please I want to feel you cum inside "

With groan that came from depths soul gave final few thrusts burying himself hilt as erupted Hot thick ropes seed pulsed from tip filling channel painting walls white Intense throbbing cock seemed go forever each spurt triggering aftershock clench around him He collapsed top spent breath rasping ear

They lay tangled together for long moment only sound their ragged breathing slowly returning normal Eventually shifted weight off but kept buried inside not wanting lose connection kissed shoulder neck whispering praises " You were perfect Ella So fuckin perfect My good girl "

She nuzzled cheek murmured contentedly " Is always like that future?"

He chuckled low rumble " Gets even better baby We got lot practice ahead us"

He chuckled low rumble, "Gets even better baby. We got lot practice ahead us." He gently pulled out of her, watching his cum drip slowly from her well-used pussy, a sight that made his already softening cock twitch with renewed interest. "Speaking of practice," he murmured, running a hand along her hip, "your favorite position to explore is reverse cowgirl. Lets you take control, ride me how you want while I get to watch that pretty ass bounce on my dick."

Ella's eyes widened, a mix of nervousness and curiosity sparkling in them. "Reverse... cowgirl? I've never—I mean, I don't even know how to..."

"Shh, I'll show you," Teagan interrupted softly, helping her sit up. "Your family's out on that business trip, right? Whole house to ourselves." He stood, offering his hand, his cum still glistening on his shaft. "Let's go to the living room. Bigger space, softer couch—better for what I wanna do to you."

She hesitated for just a second before taking his hand, her fingers trembling slightly in his. "Okay," she whispered, letting him lead her out of the bedroom, both of them naked and barefoot on the cool hallway floor. "But what if someone comes home early? My mom said they might—"

"Nobody's comin' back early, darlin'," Teagan assured her, his voice firm yet soothing. "Trust me, I know. This moment... it's meant to happen." He guided her into the living room, the plush carpet soft under their feet, and nudged her toward the large, comfortable sofa. "Now, turn around and kneel over me. I wanna watch that tight little ass rise and fall on my cock."

Ella blushed deeply but obeyed, her movements shy as she positioned herself over his lap, her back to him. "Like this?" she asked, peeking over her shoulder, her voice quivering with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

"Just like that, baby," Teagan growled, his hands settling on her hips, guiding her downward until the head of his already hardening cock nudged against her slick entrance. "Now lower yourself onto me—slowly. Take all of me in, nice and easy."

She bit her lip, her body trembling as she sank down, a sharp gasp escaping her as he stretched her open once more. "Oh... it feels even bigger like this," she moaned, her head dropping forward as she took him inch by inch, her ass pressing against his stomach when he was fully sheathed inside her. "Teagan... I can feel you so deep..."

"Fuck yeah, you can," he grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Now move, sweetheart. Ride me. Show me how bad you want this cock."

Ella began to rock tentatively at first, her motions hesitant, but soon she found a rhythm, rising and falling on his shaft with increasing confidence. "It's... it's amazing," she breathed, her voice growing louder with each thrust. "I can feel you hitting spots I didn't even know I had!"

"That's it, baby, take it all," Teagan encouraged, slapping her ass lightly, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Fuck yourself on my dick. Make that ass bounce for me."

She moaned, her movements becoming more frantic, her hips slamming down onto him with a force that made the couch creak. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" she cried out, her back arching beautifully. "I love how full you make me feel! Your cock is so deep!"

"Look at you," Teagan groaned, his eyes glued to the sight of her ass jiggling with each thrust, his cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy. "My shy little girl turnin' into a fuckin' porn star on my dick. You love bein' filled up, don't you?"

"Y-yes!" she panted, her voice breaking. "I love it! I love your cock! I never want you to stop!"

"Then don't stop ridin' me, baby," he commanded, his own hips meeting her downward motions with hard, upward thrusts. "Work that cunt. Milk every drop of cum out of me."

Ella obeyed eagerly, her body moving with a wild, desperate energy as she chased her pleasure. "I'm gonna cum again, Teagan! I can feel it building!"

"Let it go, sweetheart," he urged, his hands roaming over her ass and back. "Cum all over my cock. Soak me."

With a sharp cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her inner muscles clenching and fluttering in a violent rhythm that pushed him over the edge. "Fuck! I'm cumming too!" he roared, his release pulsing deep inside her, filling her once more as they both shuddered through the intensity.

They collapsed together on the couch, spent and breathless, his cock still nestled inside her as she leaned back against his chest. "See?" he murmured into her ear, nuzzling her neck. "Told you you'd love it."

Ella smiled weakly, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "I did... I really did." She turned her head to kiss his cheek. "Will we... do this again? In the future?"

Teagan chuckled, holding her close. "Oh, baby, we're just gettin' started."

“Just gettin’ started,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble against her ear as he gently eased himself out of her, a fresh trickle of their combined fluids marking their passage. He stood, his muscles aching in the best way, and scooped her effortlessly into his arms. “But we’re changin’ venues. Kitchen’s next.”

She let out a small, surprised squeak, her arms looping around his neck. “The kitchen? But… the counters are cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he promised, carrying her through the archway into the familiar space, the stainless steel appliances and clean lines a stark contrast to the heated chaos of the living room. He set her down on the cool granite countertop, the surface sending a shiver through her bare skin. “See? Told you.” He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss as his hands slid down her sides to her hips. “Now, let’s see how flexible my future wife really is.”

Before she could question him, his grip tightened, and he smoothly folded her forward, bringing her chest down toward the cool stone as he lifted her hips high, pressing them against his shoulder. The new angle presented her glistening, well-used pussy and the tight, pink pucker of her ass to him like an offering. “Teagan!” she gasped, her voice muffled against the counter, her hands splaying out for balance. “What are you doing?”

“Givin’ you a whole new view, baby girl,” he growled, his cock, already hard again, sliding easily through her slick folds from behind. He didn’t enter her yet, just rubbed the thick head against her swollen clit and down over her sensitive entrance, teasing her. “You liked watchin’ before. Now you get to feel everything, every inch, from a whole different angle. This position… it lets me get deeper than ever. You ready to feel me in your throat?”

“I—I don’t know,” she whimpered, the vulgarity of his words sending another jolt of heat through her core. She tried to look back at him, but the angle kept her pinned, vulnerable and exposed. “It feels so… open.”

“That’s the point, Ella. No hidin’,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the rim of her asshole, making her jolt. “This sweet little cunt is mine, and I’m gonna fuck it just like this until you forget your own name.” With that, he guided his cock to her entrance and pushed forward, not with the slow caution of before, but with a single, confident thrust that buried him to the hilt in one smooth, shocking motion.

Ella screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound that echoed off the tile walls. The depth was overwhelming, the head of his cock pressing against a place so deep inside her it felt like he was rearranging her very organs. “Oh God! Teagan! It’s too much!” she cried, her nails scraping against the granite.

“It’s never too much for you,” he grunted, his hands firm on her hips, holding her in place as he began to move. His thrusts were shorter, harder, more brutal from this angle, each one a deliberate slam into her deepest reaches. The sound of their bodies connecting was a wet, meaty smack, punctuated by her choked sobs and his guttural curses. “Fuck, yes… look at that. Watch in the reflection of the oven, baby. See how your ass jiggles every time I bottom out in this tight little pussy?”

Her eyes, wide with a mixture of pain and transcendent pleasure, flickered toward the dark glass of the stove. The distorted image showed his powerful form driving into her again and again, her own body rocking with the force of it. “I see… I see it,” she panted, the sight fueling a dark, new kind of arousal. “You’re… you’re destroying me.”

“I’m makin’ you,” he corrected, his pace becoming frantic, a relentless pounding that had the bottles of olive oil and vinegar on the counter rattling. “I’m turnin’ my shy girl into a woman who begs for her husband’s cock on the kitchen counter. You gonna cum for me like this, Ella? You gonna scream and cream all over my dick while I fuck you like a slut in your mom’s kitchen?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” she begged, her resistance completely gone, replaced by a primal need to shatter. “Make me cum! Make me your slut! I don’t care! Just don’t stop!”

Her pleas were the final catalyst. He drove into her with a feral intensity, his balls slapping against her clit with every inward plunge. The combined stimulation was too much; her third orgasm ripped through her with the force of a tidal wave, her screams turning into wordless, guttural cries as her pussy convulsed around him, clamping down so hard it was almost painful. “That’s it! Take it! Milk my cock dry!” he roared, his own control snapping. With a final, deep, grinding thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his cum pulsing hot and thick, filling her until it began to seep out around the base of his still-throbbing shaft.

They stayed like that for a long moment, him slumped over her, both of them breathing in ragged, shuddering gasps. Slowly, he pulled out, a river of their spend following, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He turned her over, cradling her against his chest. Her eyes were glazed, her body limp with exhaustion and satisfaction.

“See?” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Independent. You just took everything I had and begged for more. That’s my girl.”

She nuzzled into his neck, a small, tired smile on her lips. “My future husband,” she murmured, the words a sleepy, contented sigh. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“In the best way possible, darlin’,” he promised, holding her close as the afternoon light began to fade outside the kitchen window. “In the very best way.”

He kissed her forehead again, his lips lingering on her damp skin. "Ruin you? No, baby. I'm just gettin' you ready." His hand slid down her stomach, fingers tracing through the mess of their combined release on her thighs. "But you're still too clean. A good wife should taste her husband's work." He brought his slick fingers to her lips, pressing them gently against her mouth. "Open up, Ella. Lick 'em clean. Taste what we made together."

Her eyes fluttered open, a shy hesitation returning for just a moment before her tongue darted out, tentatively tasting the salty, musky flavor on his fingers. A soft moan escaped her as she sucked them clean, her gaze locked on his. "It's... different," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. "But I like it. I like tasting you on me."

"That's my girl," he murmured, his voice thick with pride and renewed desire. "Now, let me return the favor." He gently guided her to lie back on the cool countertop, his hands spreading her thighs wide. "Gonna eat this sweet pussy until you forget your own name again. Gonna make you scream so loud the neighbors'll think someone's gettin' murdered in here."

He lowered his head between her legs, his breath hot against her sensitive flesh. "Look at you," he growled, his thumbs spreading her swollen lips apart. "So fuckin' pretty and pink, all stretched out and used, just leakin' our cum. My cock's been in here so deep, and now my tongue's gonna own it too." He didn't wait for a response, his mouth descending on her in a slow, deliberate lick from her asshole all the way up to her throbbing clit.

Ella jolted, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as his tongue delved into her, lapping up their combined fluids with obscene, wet sounds. "Oh god, Teagan! Your tongue... it's so... oh!" Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as he focused on her clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive nub with expert precision.

He groaned against her, the vibration sending shudders through her entire body. "Fuck, you taste even better than I remember," he muttered, his voice muffled by her pussy. "All sweet and salty, like my cum mixed with your cream. Best fuckin' meal I've ever had." He buried his face deeper, his tongue plunging into her entrance, fucking her with it in short, rapid thrusts that mimicked his cock.

Her hips bucked wildly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Yes! Right there! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" she begged, her voice rising to a near scream as he added a finger, circling her tight asshole while his tongue worked her pussy. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel another orgasm building already, hot and urgent.

"Gonna make you cum so hard," he promised, his words slurred against her wet flesh. "Gonna drink every drop you give me. You're my personal fountain, Ella. My sweet little cunt, made for my mouth and my cock." He increased the pressure on her clit, sucking hard as he pushed a finger into her ass, the invasion making her cry out in shock and pleasure.

"I'm gonna—I'm gonna—" she tried to warn him, but the words were lost as her climax crashed over her, a violent, shaking release that had her gushing into his waiting mouth. He drank her down greedily, his tongue lapping at her convulsing pussy, milking every last shudder from her.

When she finally stilled, boneless and panting, he lifted his head, his chin glistening with her release. "See?" he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Independent. You just came all over my face without even touchin' yourself. That's my wife." He leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips. "And we're just gettin' warmed up."

He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Warmed up for what?" she breathed, her body still trembling from the aftershocks, her eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and dazed curiosity.

"For the main event, darlin'," Teagan said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate growl as he helped her sit up on the edge of the counter. "You think I brought you in here just for a quick snack?" His hands slid up her thighs, spreading them wider as he stepped between them. "This kitchen's got the best lighting in the house. I wanna watch every expression on that pretty face when I fuck your tight little ass for the first time."

Ella's breath hitched, her eyes widening in genuine shock. "My... my ass? Teagan, I can't—that's too much, I've never—"

"Shh," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "I know you haven't. But I have. In the future, it's your favorite thing when you're feelin' extra brave. Lets me claim every part of you." He reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter, pouring a generous amount into his palm. "Gonna make it so good for you, baby. So slick and slow, you'll be beggin' for more before I'm even all the way in."

The oil was cool at first against her heated skin, but his hands quickly warmed it as he massaged it over her tight, untouched hole, his fingers circling with a gentle, persistent pressure. "Just relax, sweetheart," he coaxed, watching her face closely. "Breathe out for me. That's it... let your body open up. You trust me, don't you?"

She nodded, her voice a trembling whisper. "I trust you, Teagan. It's just... scary."

"I know, baby, I know," he soothed, his other hand stroking her hip. "But I'd never hurt you. This is about pleasure, pure and simple. You're gonna feel so full, so owned." He pressed the tip of his finger against her, applying steady pressure until the tight ring of muscle yielded, allowing him to slip inside just past the first knuckle. "There we go... fuck, you're so tight. Clamping down on me like a fist already."

Ella gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "It feels... strange. Like I need to push back, but it also... tingles."

"That's your body learnin' what it likes," he murmured, working his finger in deeper with slow, careful thrusts. "You're doin' so good, takin' my finger like a champ. Gonna add another soon, get you nice and ready for my cock." He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss as he scissored his fingers gently inside her, stretching her gradually. "You taste so fuckin' sweet," he groaned against her lips. "All mixed with my cum and your cream. Best flavor in the world."

He added a second finger, moving with excruciating slowness, letting her adjust to the unfamiliar fullness. "That's it, baby girl... just breathe through it. You're takin' me so good." His thumb brushed over her clit, circling lightly, and he felt her inner muscles flutter around his fingers. "See? Your pussy's gettin' excited knowin' what's comin' next. They're connected, sweetheart—every time I touch your ass, your cunt gets wetter. Look." He pulled his fingers from her ass and held them up, glistening with oil and her own arousal, before sliding them into her pussy with a wet, easy thrust. "Fuck, you're drippin' for me. So ready."

"Teagan, please," she begged, her hips rocking unconsciously between his hand and his fingers. "I need... I need more. It's aching now, like I'm empty."

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice rough with lust. "Askin' for what you need." He positioned himself behind her, his cock, thick and heavy with need, pressing against her prepared entrance. "Gonna go real slow, darlin'. Just the tip at first. You tell me if it's too much, okay?"

She nodded, her breath coming in short, anxious pants as she braced herself against the counter. "Okay... I'm ready."

He guided himself to her, the broad head of his cock nudging against her tight ring of muscle. With a low, controlled groan, he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him. "Fuck, Ella... you're so tight. Clamping down on me like a vise." He stilled when he was fully sheathed, his balls pressed against her, his entire length buried in her ass. "You okay, baby? You takin' it?"

"It... it burns," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "But it also feels... full. So full, Teagan. Like you're everywhere."

"That's 'cause I am," he growled, his hands gripping her hips. "Now, I'm gonna move. Just a little. You tell me to stop anytime." He began to thrust, shallow at first, each movement a careful glide in and out of her tight heat. "That's it... fuck, you're adjustin' so good. Your ass is suckin' me in, baby. Never felt anythin' this tight."

As he gradually increased his pace, her initial discomfort gave way to soft, broken moans. "Oh... oh, it doesn't hurt as much now," she breathed, her body relaxing into his rhythm. "It feels... different. Deeper. I can feel you in my belly with every thrust."

"Told you you'd like it," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more confident, driving deeper into her with each powerful stroke. "Look at you, takin' my cock in your ass like a born slut. My sweet, innocent girl loves gettin' fucked in the dirtiest way possible." He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough, fast circles as he pounded into her. "You gonna cum for me again, Ella? Gonna cream all over my hand while I fuck this tight little ass?"

"Yes! Yes, please!" she cried, her voice rising with each thrust. "I'm so close, Teagan! Don't stop! Harder!"

He obliged, slamming into her with a feral intensity, the counter rattling with their force. "That's it! Scream for me, baby! Let the whole neighborhood know who owns this ass!" His own orgasm built rapidly, spurred on by her desperate cries and the incredible tightness gripping his cock. "Gonna fill you up, Ella! Gonna pump my cum so deep in your ass you'll feel it for days!"

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his release pulsing hot and thick inside her as she convulsed around him, her own climax wringing a broken scream from her lips. They collapsed against the counter, spent and trembling, his body slumped over hers as they both fought for breath.

After a long moment, he gently pulled out, watching his cum drip slowly from her well-used hole. "See?" he murmured, turning her to face him, his voice soft with affection. "Independent. You just took my cock in your ass and loved every second of it." He kissed her gently, his lips lingering on hers. "My brave, beautiful girl."

His lips lingered on hers, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint, sweet trace of her arousal. "My brave, beautiful girl," he murmured again, his voice a low, possessive rumble that vibrated through her. "But we're not done yet. Not even close." He straightened up, his eyes dark with a hunger that seemed to have no bottom. "Your parents' room. Now."

Ella's eyes widened, a fresh wave of shock and fear washing over her. "Teagan, no... we can't. Their bed—my mom would kill me if she knew—"

"She won't know," he interrupted, his voice hardening just enough to make her shiver. "And you want to. I can see it in your eyes, that little spark of 'what if'. That's my girl—always curious, always wantin' more." He didn't wait for her to protest further, simply scooped her into his arms again, her bare body pressed against his chest as he carried her down the hall. "Gonna fuck you on their fancy sheets, baby. Gonna make you scream so loud your daddy's golf trophies rattle in the cabinet."

He shouldered the door open, the master bedroom looming large and intimidating in the fading evening light. The king-sized bed, neatly made with a floral duvet, seemed to mock them with its normalcy. Teagan laid her down in the center of it, her pale skin a stark contrast against the dark green fabric. "Look at you," he growled, crawling over her, his weight pinning her gently. "My little whore, spread out on your mommy's bed. You think they've ever fucked like we're about to?"

"I—I don't want to think about that," she whispered, her voice trembling, but her hips lifted slightly, seeking his.

"Sure you do," he taunted, his hand sliding between her legs, fingers rubbing through the slick mess of their previous couplings. "You're wonderin' if your mom's ever taken a cock in her ass like you just did. If your dad's ever made her cry out like I make you." He pushed two fingers back into her pussy, curling them deep. "Bet they haven't. Bet their marriage is vanilla as fuck compared to what I give you."

"Teagan, stop," she moaned, but her body arched into his touch, her cunt clenching around his fingers. "It's wrong... it's so wrong being in here."

"That's why it's so fuckin' good," he breathed against her neck, biting down lightly. "Every time you walk in this room for the rest of your life, you're gonna remember my cock stretching you open right here. You're gonna get wet just thinkin' about it." He withdrew his fingers and guided his still-hard cock to her entrance, pushing in with a single, brutal thrust that made her gasp. "Fuck, yes... even looser now. Soaked and ready for me."

He set a punishing pace immediately, his hips slamming into hers with enough force to shake the bedframe. The headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall, a dull, accusing thud that seemed to underscore every filthy thing he whispered in her ear. "You like that? Like bein' the naughty little girl fuckin' on her parents' bed? Makin' a mess on their nice sheets?"

"Y-yes," she admitted, her voice breaking on a sob as he hit a spot deep inside that made her see stars. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I love it... I love how wrong it feels!"

"Damn right you do," he grunted, flipping her onto her stomach with a rough hand on her hip. "Now get on your knees. Ass in the air. I wanna see that pretty face in your mom's mirror while I fuck you from behind."

She scrambled to obey, her movements clumsy with desire and exhaustion, presenting herself to him like an offering. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Look up, Ella. Look in the mirror. Watch yourself get ruined."

Her eyes lifted, meeting her own reflection—flushed, tear-streaked, and utterly debauched. She watched as he drove into her, his cock sliding in and out of her well-used pussy with wet, slapping sounds. "See that?" he growled, his voice harsh in her ear. "See how your tits bounce every time I pound into you? See that fucked-out look on your face? That's my wife. That's who you become because of me."

"I'm... I'm gonna cum again," she choked out, her body tightening around him. "Please, Teagan, let me cum!"

"Not yet," he commanded, slowing his pace to a maddening grind. "You gotta earn it first. Tell me what you are. Tell me who owns this cunt."

"You do!" she cried, her nails digging into the duvet. "You own it! You own all of me!"

"Damn right I do," he snarled, picking up the pace again, his thrusts becoming erratic, frantic. "Now cum, Ella! Scream my name so the whole house knows who's fuckin' you!"

Her orgasm ripped through her with the force of a train wreck, her screams echoing off the walls as she convulsed around him. "Teagan! Teagan!" The sound of her own voice, raw and broken, seemed to fuel his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his cum flooding her heat as he collapsed over her, his breath hot against her back.

They lay there for a long time, tangled together on the rumpled, stained sheets, the only sound their ragged breathing. Eventually, he rolled off her, pulling her against his side. "See?" he murmured, his voice softening for the first time since they'd entered the room. "No matter where we are... you're always mine."

She nestled into him, her body humming with satisfaction and exhaustion. "I know," she whispered, her eyes already drifting shut. "And I always will be."

Temporal Temptation: Teagan's Forbidden Glance