“Anywhere that’s not here,” she says with a panicked laugh.
“Why?” I question.
“Because…” Her words trail off, and she snaps her eyes to mine, like she’s waiting for me to answer the question I just asked her.
“Why?” I ask again.
“Because…”
Again, she trails off, lost for words.
More of my ejaculate dribbles from her channel, sliding between her buttocks and dripping onto the net of her underskirt. My dick pulses, blood filling the head as it slowly grows until it’s standing at attention again.
Pushing my hands beneath her, I unfasten the zip at the back of her skirt, then tug the skirt and underskirt over her hips until they slip down her thighs. Despite her verbal desire to leave, she lifts her butt and helps me strip the fabric from her lower half, leaving her in just her shredded panties.
Exhaling, I start to slowly unbutton her blouse. Flicking my gaze to her face after every button, I watch for her reaction, but all I see is want and need staring back at me. After the last button is free, I push the fabric off her shoulders, then help her slip first one arm, then the other out of the sleeves.
Unfastening her bra, I peel it off her, leaving her naked, except for the scraps of her panties that I didn’t destroy in my haste to touch her.
“Turn over.”
Slowing rolling to her stomach, she keeps her arms pressed beneath her, some of her weight held up on her elbows.
I’ve never entered a woman in this position before, but I slowly lift her lower half up, waiting for her to position herself on her knees before I fist my cock and push just the head into her vagina.
Holding her still, I don’t enter her any further, enjoying the sensation of her body’s warmth sucking at the head of my penis.
“I’m your wife, I’m your wife,” my doll yells frantically, shoving herself back onto my length and impaling herself on me in one relentless thrust.
“Oh my god,” she moans when I’m fully buried inside of her, pressing her face into her hands and arching her spine as she rotates her hips, slowly bouncing on my penis.
“Fuck me, oh god, fuck me,” she begs, so I do as she asks, pulling out slowly, then slamming back in, holding her hips to stop her from moving.
My eyes stay fixed on the way her vagina spreads to accept my penis. Her liquid arousal and the remnants of my ejaculate coat my dick and her skin as she squeezes me tightly every time I bottom out inside of her.
It doesn’t take long for her pants and moans to turn into whining chants that drift between begging and pleading, while she reaffirms my claim over and over, telling me she’s my wife and I’m her husband again and again.
Before I’m ready, she comes, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my penis so hard, it milks the release from my body, forcing me to come with a force and speed I’ve never experienced before.
A rough guttural growl falls from my own lips as I thrust my hips in time with the spurts of ejaculate I’m pumping toward her womb. Despite the arousal I experience watching my sperm drip out of her, I have a primal, instinctive need to keep this load inside of her.
Penetrating her in this position feels animalistic, especially with the way her ass is raised and her head lowered, like she’s presenting her vagina to be bred and her body filled with a baby. Our baby.
I want that. I want to fill her body with my seed and make a baby, or multiple babies. We’ve had sex multiple times already today. If she’s in her most fertile period, her body could already be starting to build a tiny life—half my doll, half me.
When she starts to wiggle, attempting to pull away, I hold her tight, keeping my penis deep inside of her body.
“Knight.”
“Stay still,” I order.
“I need to take a shower,” she whines, exhaling loudly.
“I’ll help in a minute, but for now, I want to stay like this.”
“You’re not sticking that monster of a cock in my ass, so don’t get any funny ideas,” she hisses. “I might have lost my mind, but I’m not that far gone yet.”
“I can arrange a mental health assessment for you if you’d like, but I don’t believe that you’re having a crisis that requires medical intervention,” I advise her pragmatically.
