#Babymaker (Baby Crazy 2)

“That’s it,” he growled hoarsely. “Let yourself go, sweetheart, because this is it.”

And with that, the alpha pushed forwards one last time, breaking through my delicate barrier.

“Oh!” came the involuntarily scream from my throat. “Oh god, yes!”

Because this was right. Even at the pinnacle of passion, I knew that this man’s cock in me was absolutely right. Chase made me feel so womanly, so full, and so perfect that I succumbed to his dominance right then and there. This man owned me, and I knew it.

“That’s it,” he growled in back of me, pressing a kiss to my shoulderblades. “Go with it sweetheart. Enjoy every inch of this hot fuckpole because it’s yours.”

And I began bucking wildly, sliding on and off that massive tool without abandon. Sure, I was a virgin and this was my first time. But innate womanly instinct took over and I became a female in heat, welcoming man shaft in me while moaning with pleasure.

“Give it to me,” I panted. “Give it to me, give it to me.”

And Dr. Roman was only too happy to oblige. The man began fucking me, slowly at first, but then picking up speed so that that big cock pummeled my folds like a piston.

“Aw shit,” he grunted, as his penis disappeared again and again within my pinkness, the lips gripping him tight. “Aw fuck.”

And as a newbie, I was overcome with sensation. Maybe a girl more experienced could have held on for longer, but all I knew was that I needed it. Excitement boiled in my cunt, sizzles of excitement running up my spine, and suddenly my vision blacked out as my pussy seized and convulsed, clamping on the man meat within.

“Unnh!” was my ecstatic scream. “Oh CHASE!”

Dr. Roman exploded at that moment as well, the pressure of my cunt too strong.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” he roared. “Fuck shit fuck.”

And with that, man seed began pouring into me like a firehose. Gallons and gallons of the creamy stuff erupted in my pink channel, coating me in virile jism as my pussy creamed and clamped around him.

“Oh!” I screamed again, boobs shaking as I came so hard. “Fuck!”

Chase couldn’t even speak as his body pumped. His dick twitched and jerked, spraying every square inch of my internal chamber as my pussy milked that rod, pulling his fertile seed even deeper into my body. How could one man have so much? But it was true as the minutes wore on, and Chase continued to jet like a mighty hose.

But everything has to end at some point, and by now, the seed was so copious that it squeezed out from between our bodies, trickling down my thigh. My pussy ached and yet when Chase began pulling his penis out, I felt desperately empty once more.

“Is that it?” I gasped, craning my head to look at him over one shoulder. “Or is there more?”

He didn’t speak for a moment, admiring his own handiwork. Because my twat gaped open from his penetration, the hole dark yet filled with creamy cum. And in reply, the big man got on his back, inserting his head between my parted legs.

“No, we’re not done yet,” he growled. “Lower your cunt onto my face, sweetheart, because I’m about to eat this cream pie.”

And I gasped then because it was so dirty and wrong. He’d just unloaded a giant deposit in my sweetest spot and now he was going to eat his own sperm. But the moment his tongue touched my clit, all thought flew out of my head and I ground my pussy down on his face. Oh yes, this was the way to go … and I wanted as much as Chase would give.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chase

Shit, I’m a dirty motherfucker. Because Connie came over to spurn my offer, and yet I had sex with her anyways. Truth be told, she was never going to get away. The minute the brunette showed up on my doorstep, mouthwatering and round, the die was cast. I was going to get my curvy girl, whether or not we embarked on this baby plan.

But the thing is, Connie’s so much more than just a womb. She’s innocent and trusting, with a sweet smile. And yet the brunette’s got dreams too. She’s not some bored housewife with no job and too much time. She has a full-time job and wants to make something of herself, which I respect.

So emotions welled up in my chest as I looked over at the sweet thing, comfortably curled up on the other side of my king-size mattress. Shit, what was I doing? Connie was perfection rolled into a beautiful package, and yet I’d purposefully gone against her wishes. I’d done my best to impregnate her even though it was the exact opposite of what she wanted.

Shit. I’m such a horny motherfucker. A man with no morals. The woman deserved better than me.