“Fuck, baby, you look so damn hot taking the whole of my dick.” He pumped inside her, and finally pulled out. Kurt didn’t want this to be over. Flipping her onto her knees, he lifted her ass into the air and opened her cheeks. He saw her pretty pussy and swiped his tongue against her cunt. Plunging inside, he fucked her with his tongue, teasing her clit with his fingers.
Kim screamed his name, and he loved hearing the sounds she made. She always seemed shocked by the pleasure he gave her.
“Oh, it feels so good, Kurt.”
“You like my mouth on your pussy?” he asked.
“Yes, I do.”
Kurt stepped back, gripped his cock, and placed it at her entrance. His dick was bare, and he cursed.
“Don’t worry about it. Please don’t stop, Kurt. I need you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“We’re in this together, right? We’ll handle everything.”
The image of Kim swollen with his kid was the biggest turn-on in his life.
Gripping his cock, he pushed the tip into her entrance, and when there was enough of him inside her, he held onto her hips, and slammed in deep.
They both cried out. Kim reached behind her, and he caught her hands, holding them at the base of her back.
“I’ve got you now, babe. I’m in complete control.”
She released a little whimper, and Kurt made sure she was still there with him. When he was satisfied that she was, he started to withdraw from her tight cunt.
He watched his dick, covered in her cream, and then pushed inside her again. Each time he pressed inside her, they both groaned at the pleasure.
“That’s it, babe, fucking take my dick. I love you, Kim. Fucking love you.”
He slammed inside her, going as deep as he could, then pulling out, staring at her pussy. It was dirty, but when it came to Kim, he never had enough. He saw her pussy open, wet, and waiting for his dick, and he fed it to her.
Reaching between them, he fingered her pussy, using his grip on her hands to keep on fucking her.
The only sounds in the room to be heard were those of flesh hitting flesh, and their combined heavy breathing.
He pounded inside her, and glanced over at the mirror to see Kim staring at their reflections. “Do you like what you see?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, I do.”
Kurt couldn’t hold back, so he slammed inside her, going deeper within her.
Kim gasped out. “I’m so close.
He fingered her pussy, gritting his teeth, and her orgasm set off his. Kurt tried to pull out, but she held him so perfectly, that it was impossible for him to leave her pretty pussy. Holding onto her, he spilled his seed deep within her.
Seconds passed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Kim smiling at him. “Oops.”
“Yeah, we keep having oops.”
“Did you enjoy your fantasy?”
“You made it more than a fantasy, you made this a reality.”
He pulled out of her, and Kurt was just about to grab some tissues when he saw his seed spilling from her pussy. There was no way he was going to waste that. Covering her, he pushed his cum back inside her, hoping that it would take.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I want to get you pregnant.”
“Kurt, that is a big deal. It’s not something you can undo.”
“I don’t want to undo it. I want to get you pregnant. I want to fuck you knowing that we created a life together.”
“Oh,” Kim said, flushing.
“Don’t you want that as well?” he asked.
“Yes, I do. Do you think we’re ready for that?” she asked.
“We’re not kids anymore. I think we’re ready for anything.”
“Being a mom and a dad. That’s huge.”
“Elsa and Noah are handling it.”
“They’re destined to be together forever.”
Kurt dropped a kiss to her lips. “So are we.”
Chapter Ten
Kim stared at the image in front of her. The image was of Kurt in his bullying days. She’d painted it when she first got to the studio, and looking at it now, the image wasn’t true to him.
Kurt was on the phone in the corner, organizing the final details for her to go and paint for commission. She was nervous about it, but he was going to be there to help her. It didn’t matter how much time passed. Social interactions were always difficult for her.
She needed to change this picture. Kurt was not this guy anymore. Neither was she, and no matter how many times she stared at it, her hatred of the piece only kept on growing.
“It’s done. We go over there Saturday. Do you have everything you need, or do you want me to go and order you some stuff?” he asked.
“No, I have everything. Are you sure about this?”
“You enjoyed the garden he wanted you to paint, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, I liked it.” She turned toward him. “I just wonder if it’s a good idea. I usually only paint what I feel. Randy didn’t seem to mind people asking. His advice was not to let my art get affected by demand, if that makes sense.”