“You don’t understand,” I say, taking one of her perfectly peaked nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. “I need to fuck you full of my cum until it takes.”
The urge is almost overwhelming. My cock is actively leaking precum over her thighs, her pussy, wherever it touches her.
“I know I already filled you once tonight, but I feel like if I don’t empty myself in you again right now, I’ll cease to exist.”
Her eyes meet mine.
“Do it,” she says. “Fuck me until you fill me with your hot cum, Adrik.”
I slide inside her in one swift move. She frowns against the onslaught of the stretch. I love how her warm cunt sheaths me so perfectly. Her moans are like music to me. Each one tightening my balls, lifting them higher and higher as they prepare to empty.
I pull out slowly, refill her again. Her groan is louder.
“I can’t hold back, Jasmine. I need to fuck you,” I grunt.
Her eyes are on me, watching me climb to the edge of my own sanity. She begins to match my thrusts, steady and hard, her gorgeous tits bouncing against my chest as I piston my hips against hers.
The vision of her round with my blood, my baby… her tits swollen with milk, fills my mind and takes me to the edge.
“Fuck me as hard as you want, Adrik,” she whines. “Fill me. Fill me now!” Thenowcomes out as a long moan, snapping my last thread of my control.
The release spears through me like a bolt of lightning. My back arches and my cum spurts out with such force I forget to breathe. The cry that’s pulled from me is feral, primal, otherworldly as I pump her full of my cum.
It mixes with her juices and frothers around my cock as my thrusts weaken and slow.
It’s the longest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My cock refusing to stop twitching long after I’ve emptied myself.
I stay leaning over her, kissing her, stroking her leg and keeping it hooked over my waist.
She trembles every time she feels me jerk inside her.
We stay like this, me half hard, both of us spent. Kissing and touching and worshipping.
Because in the heat of what we just did, I realized I’m never going to let her go.
Jasmine
The sheets tangled around me smell like him, like oak and leather and something darker I still can’t name without my body pulling tight in response. I’m lying half on my stomach, half on my side, one arm draped over his chest. I can feel the slow steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my cheek, the deep post-violence calm of a man who has done exactly what he set out to do and come back whole.
He’s warm. Solid. Quiet in a way that feels intentional, not distant. And I realise I’ve never lain beside a man in silence before without waiting for the moment he flips, the moment the softness becomes a trap.
But with Adrik, the quiet feels like a shelter. Like the world has finally stopped spinning long enough for me to find my feet.
I lift my head just enough to look at him. The faintest shadow of stubble darkens his jaw. And his impossibly pale eyes are watching me like he’s memorising every version of my face. I don’t know how long he’s been awake.
My voice comes out low and soft. “What you said earlier… was that just heat-of-the-moment stuff? The baby talk? Or did you actually mean it?”
His gaze doesn’t even flicker. Not once. A man who lies would look away. Adrik just looks at me harder.
“I meant every word,” he says, and the calm certainty in his voice sends a slow, heavy roll of warmth through my stomach. “I’ve never felt like that with anyone. Never wanted that with anyone. Certainly never said it during sex before.”
My breath hitches even though I try to keep it steady. He wants that. With me.
He lifts a hand, brushing his fingertips over the back of mine where it rests on his chest. The gesture is soft, but his eyes go darker, hungrier, like he’s remembering the exact moment he lost control with me and isn’t sorry about it.
“When I had you,” he murmurs, “when I felt you squeeze around me… I saw it. Clear as day. You, round with my baby. Carrying my child. Soft and leaking…” His voice dips lower, rougher. “That was when I knew. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just the moment. The thought of you pregnant, with my baby under your heart, it tipped me over the edge.”
The words crash into me with more force than they should. I feel heat flush my cheeks, my throat, the very centre of me.
