Slowly, slowly I back off of him again.
He swears viciously, head dropping back as he fights the urge to finish.
But I knew he wouldn’t.
I climb back up his body to kiss him again.
He grabs my waist, supporting me as he gives me another deep kiss, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth.
It’s easy to fit his full, angry length against my wet center.
I try not to tremble and fail miserably.
His eyes are hazy with arousal as he looks at me.
“Dammit. I think I need a second,” he says with amusement. “Fuck, Margot. You’ve got me wrecked.”
“Yeah?” I rub my pussy, and my body sparks back to life, ready and aching. “I like you wrecked.”
“And I want to last longer than two minutes before I bust in you. I’m not looking for a third kid, but you should feel this nut in your womb.”
Holy hell.
Wrecked doesn’t begin to touch what that extra thrill about breeding me does to my system.
I’mstarvingto feel him buried so deep, hurling his seed in my belly.
“Make me feel it. Everything, mister.”
His swollen head slips inside me without another word, and we both groan.
Sweet relief.
Lunatic need.
Urgency.
It’s tempting to sink all the way down on him and throw my hips into milking him dry. To make myself his fuck toy with a single-minded purpose.
But he’s led our rhythm before.
Tonight, it’s my turn.
“Goddamn.” His fingers dig into my skin. “You look so fucking perfect. Love watching you take this dick.”
I roll my hips, changing the angle slightly as he tenses, every muscle hardening.
I think he forces himself not to bruise me.
He reaches up to cup my breast, rolling my nipple before pinching hard.
Fireworks.
He already has me seeing stars.
I take it slow, teasing him like he teased me as I slowly, gradually, sink down on him. His eyes are locked on my pussy as we fuse together, and he’s so big, stretching and invading, all the way to my womb.
I can’t breathe.
