Executive Engagement

“No?” I ask, breathing nice and shallow.

“Fuck, no,” he repeats. “You’re not in charge here anymore, Sabrina. You asked for this, you fucking horny slut. Now, you have no agency in it. No fucking choice.”

Oh, god. I’m totally getting off on that. I’m like, beyond getting off on that.

“Gonna make me take it?” I rasp, watching the way his nostrils flare as his tip presses harder and harder against my cervix. “Gonna force me to get pregnant…Daddy?”

And let me tell you—that bit? That fucking does it for him.

I see a glint catch in his eyes. Like turning on the living room lights when you come back to a totally dark apartment.

Daddy’s home.

“That’s exactly right, you little slut,” Rainier growls, claiming my lips with his kiss. “You’re giving me a baby. Tonight. Right fucking now. And Daddy’s the one who’s in charge.”

It’s like making love to a jackhammer. A sexy, gorgeous jackhammer with the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. I wonder if our kid is going to have those eyes.

Then, he makes me cream so hard around his cock that I don’t have any bandwidth in my brain to think about anything at all. The orgasm leaves my whole body shaking.

No—not even shaking. Thrashing. I’m caught up in a seizure of pleasure—pleasure so intense and fucking foreign to me that I wind up in a spasm against the shores of his sexiness, like a fish out of water.

“That’s it, babydoll,” he says through his teeth. “Come for Daddy. Come. COME!”

It’s seriously too fucking much.

Because the second I stop coming, he starts ordering me to come again.

And here’s the really crazy thing.

Crazier than the ridiculous way we met.

Crazier than the fact that he’s going to put a baby in me when he sprays his thick, fertile, billionaire doctor cum into my slutty womb.

No, the really crazy thing is that when I finish coming, he tells me to come—so I start coming again.

Ovulation has left my sense of smell heightened, so every breath of him I breathe in is completely fucking intoxicating. My nipples are hard and tender, and they rub gloriously against his chest hair while he plows me so hard into the mattress that he might as well be fucking me into the floor.

And my cunt—my slick, hot, ovulating pussy is throbbing around him like it’s trying to jack him off instead of letting him fuck me. So when he comes—when he finally shoots me so full of his salty seed that I can practically taste it in the back of my throat—my pussy is so happy, I nearly fucking cry.

Hormones, right?

“God,” Rainier breathes heavy over me, wrapping me up in his thick, sexy arms.

“That felt amazing. In fact…it’s my professional opinion that we should do it again.”

His cock throbs inside me, making me gasp.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Immediately,” he adds, and we smile at each other like two teenagers freshly in love.

What can I say? Doctor’s orders.

Alexis and WineBar #4

After our first date, I couldn't get enough of WineBar.

He fucked me in the shower.