“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.
“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.