Instead, I grab a fistful of bleach blonde hair and pull her lips away. My cock exits her mouth with a satisfying POP!
“That’s not gonna get you pregnant,” I growl with need.
She grins up at me, eyes hooded with that same need.
“No?” she asks, faux-innocent. “Then by all means, doctor—show me how it’s done.”
Sabrina
Personally, I blame hormones.
The same dangerous cocktail of chemicals that left me acting like a sobbing mess a week ago—and a heinous bitch the week before that—has now made me literally fucking insane.
Like, there’s some idiotic trigger-happy piece of grey matter deep within my lizard brain that’s overriding every rational thought I might have right now.
Every part of me that should be telling me that I’m crazy—that this is some truly ridiculous bullshit, and that sane women don’t go having babies with strange doctors who fold their laundry—those parts of me are apparently hanging out back with the rest of my freshly pleated La Perlas.
Because every part of me in Rainier’s bed right now is spread across his mattress and dripping onto his sheets while I look at him like a wild animal freshly uncaged.
“Fuck me! Fuck me pregnant like you
fucking mean it!” I yell at him, sitting up and leaning into him.
He doesn’t say anything back. He just takes a fistful of my hair in one hand and his cock in the other. And he smacks me across the fucking face with it.
A mix of my saliva and his precum smears across my cheek on impact.
He’s big enough and thick enough, and he hit me with his dick hard enough, that I’m knocked back onto the bed after his shaft connects with my cheekbone.
He puts his palm down on that little space in the center of my belly, just between my ribs, and holds me down while he moves between my thighs.
As for me? I’m just laying back, seeing hearts and stars.
A man like Rainier can smack me with his dick any day.
“Is this what you want, Sabrina?” The heel of Rainier’s hand massages the lowest of my ribs, then moves in a circle around my belly to show me where our child might grow if he succeeds. “You want me to put a baby right here?”
“What I want,” I tell him, wiggling my hips so my cunt can press up against his massive dick, “is for you to put your cock inside me—”
Expertly, I grind my pussy up his shaft. I’m so fucking wet that I slide right up—and when I slide back down, I’m impaling myself on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Rainier grunts as he feels his man meat enter me.
“That’s right,” I urge him. “Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me, cum inside me, get me pregnant, and then—”
He grabs me by the throat.
By the fucking throat!
His fingers hold it just tight enough that everything goes all soft and glowy. It makes my cunt feel like a bowl full of gummy bears that have just been nuked in the microwave: hot and gooey and sticky sweet.
“No.”
He uses his hold on my throat as leverage to thrust his cock really fucking deep inside me, like balls deep. As deep as a dick can go—and since he’s the biggest I’ve ever had (easily)—he’s totally going where no man has gone before.
Oh, yeah. It’s a full Neil Armstrong kind of fuck.
All I can do is whimper, pant, and try to keep my wits about me for long enough to milk his cock with my pussy.