The Kingpin's Weakness

I could get her pregnant.

She wants it, too. Wants it bad.

Her thighs are spread wide, her hands gripping my ass, urging me to ride her roughly, every pound of my hips causing the headboard to crack off the wall. My groans are hoarse, her moans more desperate than usual. A female who knows she’s being bred, welcomes it, just like she welcomed me into her heart. And when we come together, I bear down and shake from the impact of my love for her, the life we’re creating.

“I love you, Scout,” I growl into her neck, still spasming inside of her.

“I love you, too,” she gasps back, clinging to me.

And ten months later, our love expands to include one more.

THE END