A slow, dark smile pulls at my mouth.
“Oh, they’ll know,” I promise, voice thick.“Because if you get pregnant, the first person I’m telling is Legend.And I’m gonna watch him realize you’re not going anywhere.”
She trembles, but she’s smiling now too, dangerous, beautiful, wicked.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for,” I mutter, sliding my hand down to her lower stomach, holding her there so nothing spills out.
Her breath catches.
“I want that,” she whispers.“I want all of it.”Her breath stutters, hips twitching like her pussy is trying to swallow even deeper around me.I look down between us, at the swollen cunt I just filled, still clenching, still wet, still mine.
Flipping her until she straddles me, I drag my thumb over her swollen lips, the lower ones and then her mouth.Wanting her to taste what she does to me.
“You want me to breed you stupid, Becki?Want me to fuck you dumb?”
She nods, savage, needy, gorgeous.
“Yes.Yes, Royal… make me yours all the way.I want to carry a little you.”
A sound leaves me that I’ve never made before, half growl, half promise.
“Oh, baby… you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“We’re not done.”
I grip her hips again as she rides.
“You asked for a baby.I’m not stopping until I’m sure you’ve got one.”
“You gonna keep trying?”she whispers, bouncing on my dick.
“I’m gonna keep fucking trying,” I growl.“Every night.Every morning.Until you’re as big as a house.”
Her breath hitches.
“Royal…”
My vision goes black around the edges.
“Say it again,” I demand.“Say who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” she gasps.“It’s your pussy.Always was.Always will be.”
That’s it.
“Royal… don’t stop… I want to feel it… I want to…”
I laugh, dark, ruined, shaking from how hard she’s got me.
She convulses around me.
I sit up, take the back of her head, take her into an embrace.
“Good girl,” I rasp against her lips.“Take my cum.Take all of it.You wanted a baby?I’m giving you enough to knock you up twice.”
When I lay back, again, I watch her, trembling, panting, eyes glossy with need and something close to worship.
“Maybe we’ll have twins,” she whispers, collapsing onto my chest.“You’re a twin?”
