Taking What's Hers (Forced Submission 3)

I feel her pussy tighten around me, and I thank God she’s close. Reaching down between us, I strum her clit, still keeping my face buried in her neck, listening to her moans of pleasure.

As she starts to orgasm, I finally let go of the load of cum I’ve been holding inside me all night. Her tight pussy milks the cum out of my cock as if it’s sucking the seed from me. I nearly pass out from the strength of my orgasm. I fill her pussy so full that cum somehow manages to leak out the sides and down her ass.

“I love you, Archer. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never, my sweet Valentina.”

After a beat, I thrust into her again, before sitting up to look her in the eyes. She looks at me with shock, and I give her my smug smile.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do tonight if you want me to put a baby in here,” I say, reaching down and rubbing her lower belly. “I want as much of my cum in you as possible before the sun comes up. Then after that, we can sleep, but I’m still keeping my cock inside you.”

“While I sleep?”

I can tell by the look in her eyes that she loves the idea. She wants to stay connected to me as much as I want to stay connected to her.

“While you sleep, while you shower, while you cook, basically always.”

“I like that,” she says, blushing all over.

Seeing the pink on her cheeks makes her look innocent, but so fucking beautiful.

“I love you, Valentina.”

I lean down and kiss her lips, drowning in our passion. As we wrap our bodies around one another and try to become one, I can’t help but think how lucky I am.

We are clearly on a level of obsession that is unhealthy, but we are on the same level. It’s not every day you find the crazy that fits yours, so when you do, tie it to the bed and take it. That’s the only sane thing to do.