Propositioning Love

“I want you to pump me full of your cum,” I manage to choke out just as he bottoms out.

His cock jerks inside me and my walls immediately clench down in response.

“Fuck,” he breathes out and trembles.

I whimper as he slides out just as slow as he entered. Then he slams back inside me so hard my body rocks beneath him.

“I’m going to give it you,” he grunts as his hips pick up a fast, thrusting rhythm. “I’m going to spend the rest of my fucking life knocking you up.”

My hands clutch and claw at his shoulders as his body drives into my body. The pleasure that spikes through me is so strong I’m seeing stars.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “But you’ll be even more beautiful when you’re swelling with my child.”

Dropping my chin, he reaches down and grabs my breast, cupping it in his hand before he squeezes it hard.

“I can’t fucking wait to see these beautiful tits full of milk.”

He plucks at my nipple and the tight, coiled pressure swirling in my core threatens to explode.

Jesus, the way he’s talking is so dirty it would normally turn me off, but yet again because it’s coming from his lips it turns me on.

Thighs clenching around his hips, I dig my heels into the back of his legs, spurring him on. Needing more.

“You want me to fill you, don’t you, baby,” he grunts and growls as his hips pick up speed, pounding me into the mattress. “I’m going to pour so much of my love into you, you’ll never get me out.”

The merciless, demanding pace he’s putting my body through is just too much.

Tossing my head back and forth, I try to fight off my release, wanting just another second, another moment to savor this, but then my body takes over.

My pussy squeezes around him and every single tight knot I carry around inside me comes undone.

“Fuck,” he roars over my screaming moan.

My orgasm explodes inside my core and then pulses through my nerves. Beneath him, I jerk and twitch as my muscles come alive with a mind of their own.

Vaguely, I’m aware of his cock kicking inside me even as I’m overwhelmed with burst after burst of hot, liquid bliss.

With a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain, his head drops and his weight crushes down on top of me.

My lungs finally feel like they can function again as he stills.

Pants intermingling, only seconds pass before his head lifts back up. His eyes bore into me even as my walls give one last flutter around his cock.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, stroking the damp strands of hair clinging to my face out of my eyes. “Are you okay with what just happened?”

I blink. Am I okay with everything that just happened now that the primal need to get off is no longer ruling my mind?

After everything he just said to me and did to me…

“Yes.”

“Good,” he grins, his lips twitching with devious mischief.

He rocks his hips back, easing out of me, and I moan as my oversensitive flesh lights up in response.

Then he drives himself back into me, grinding me down into the mattress. He just came, but I swear he’s just as rock hard as when we started.

Leaning down, he smashes his lips against my lips, giving me a deep, passionate kiss before he murmurs, “Because we’re not done yet. That was just a warmup.”

Sixteen

Bryce

“Mmm,” Zoe moans quietly as I brush the head of my cock against her pussy lips.

My pussy.

She just doesn’t understand it yet. I might have let her think this will end after thirty days, but it won’t. She’s mine. Mine forever, if I get my way.

My arms are tightly wrapped around her, her back pressing into my chest. We’re spooning, and I can’t help but think how fitting the name aptly describes the way our bodies are positioned.

I love the way her bare shoulder smells right now. It’s driving me almost insane with lust. This must be some biological imperative… Like my body has found the perfect woman to be with… And I must have her over and over, until her body is one with mine.

I can’t stop rubbing the head of my cock against her silky lips, and she’s getting wetter and wetter the longer we lie here like this.

“Bry… Before…shit…”

She groans as I lightly pinch her nipple.

I noticed last night that she likes it when her nipples are lightly pinched and rolled.

Releasing her breast, I slip my hand down to my cock and aim it toward her soaked entrance. Pushing in only a fraction of my length, she whimpers with pleasure.

“Wait… Bry… I need to ask… something,” she stammers out.

It’s all I can do not to thrust fully into her. My body wants to reject the silly idea of words when I’m so close to nirvana.