Chapter Five
Jenny
Why does the idea of my belly growing big with his babies make my pussy throb with need? I have no clue. I’ve always wanted to be a mother but figured it would come several years down the line. After I established my career and found some sensible guy to settle down with. But never, not in my wildest dreams, did I think I would meet the man of my dreams at an orgy and let him talk dirty to me about knocking me up during our very first time.
I thought a girl’s first time was supposed to be fumbling and awkward and awful. But this is amazing. There had been a tiny pinch of pain, but Spencer did so many other wonderful things to my body at the same time I barely felt the discomfort at all. Now all I feel is the increasing wetness seeping from around his dick as he cums inside me a second time. He’s filling me up so full I can’t hold it all. Instead, it spreads between us, and I have the craziest desire to beg him for more.
And he knows, without me saying a word, he knows I want it, I need it. I have no idea whether I’m at the right point in my cycle to make a baby. I don’t track it as I should, and sometimes my period doesn’t come at all because I’m so stressed out about school and occasionally forget to eat anything but protein bars and coffee for days on end.
But none of that matters because the idea has taken root in my head, and it is spreading like wildfire through my veins. I want his baby inside me. I want to hold a piece of him in me always.
Suddenly, Spencer rolls us over so he is flat on his back, and I’m sitting on his cock. The new angle changes everything, makes me feel fuller than ever.
“Ride me, Jenny. I want to watch my cum spill out of you and drip down my cock. Don’t worry. There will still be plenty in there to make you a mommy.” He grips my hips and helps me find the rhythm that has us both moaning and grunting and cursing.
In this position, his hands are free to roam, and they go straight to my oversensitive nipples. Just that extra little sensation has me coming for something like my fourth or fifth time. I’ve lost track at this point.
I feel powerful in this position. Everything is in my control as I set the pace. I decide how hard or gentle we are. Right now, I don’t want gentle. I want to fuck the man beneath me. So that is what I do. I rise up and slam back down over and over, our wet skin making obscene slapping noises that accompany our screaming. I come twice more riding Spencer’s cock, and he comes once more.
All the orgasms take their toll, and I collapse onto Spencer’s chest, heaving in breaths as if I’ve just resurfaced from a near drowning. “Dear God, I will never be the same. I never want to leave this bed. I want you to always be filling me.”
“I’m pretty sure I can arrange for us both to have all our classes online. Practices and games might be a problem though.” We both laugh, and his cock jumps inside me, making us both moan.
“I want you again, but I can’t move.” Every muscle in my body is rubber. I’m a little afraid if I tried to stand up right now, my entire body would just give out, and I’d end up a puddle of hormones on the floor.
“I got you. Don’t worry.” Spencer wraps his arms around my back and rolls us so we are on our sides facing each other.
Our chests are pressed together so tight I can feel his heart pounding behind his sternum. The strong, sure, slightly elevatedthump, thump, thumpof that powerful organ calls to me. My own heart picks up the pace of his, matching the rhythm perfectly. Our hearts are beating together, and somehow our breaths synchronize as well. Neither of us moves. We simply lie there, still connected in the most primal way, our bodies in sync, gazing into each other’s eyes. My top leg is wrapped around his hip, and his is bent between my thighs. The room is completely silent. It is the single most intense moment of my life.
“He was right,” Spencer whispers, not wanting to break the spell.
“Who was right?”
“My dad. I always thought he exaggerated how he felt about my mom when they first met, but he didn’t. Everything he described, that is how I feel right now.” He sweeps one hand down the column of my spine, and I shiver at the possessive touch. “It is this bone-deep knowledge that there will never be anyone else. That my world begins and ends with you. I waited for this, for you. Every kiss. Every touch. They are all yours. All of yours are mine. I almost pity my dad now because he can’t say that. I can’t imagine how he gets through the day knowing that he gave away parts of himself to anyone other than my mom. Even if one of those times did result in my sister who we all love. I can’t imagine that guilt.”
“This is crazy though. This isn’t what most people experience, right?” The intensity of his eyes has me near tears, feeling this loved, this cherished, and is overwhelming in the best possible way. “Most people on the planet experience relationships and loves many times over before they find the one. They get their hearts broken, then they fix them and keep looking. I don’t think any of them feel guilty about their experiences. But I know what you mean. I would hate knowing any other woman has touched you. If you had kissed that girl your freshman year, I would want to rip her lips off right now. That isn’t normal.”
“Screw normal. We aren’t normal. We are more than that. We’re meant to be. Call it soul mates, or fate, or whatever you want. But it is the truth.” Slowly, Spencer drags his still hard cock an inch or two out of me. Not enough to be in danger of losing that contact, but enough that when he slides back in to the hilt, at an equally excruciating pace, I feel every single centimeter of his length slide against my sensitive walls.
“How can I still need you like this? Like if I don’t have you exploding inside me again I’ll die. Is it always going to be this intense?” The pace he sets is beyond slow. Our first few times had been frantic, manic even. But this is a lazy Sunday type of love. A stopping and smelling the roses fuck. Languid, unhurried, magnificent. We don’t kiss, but our mouths are pressed together, sharing each breath as if we are keeping each other alive under water.
My orgasm builds and builds. It’s different than before. This one isn’t a rush of sensations bursting inside me. No, it’s a gradual climb up the Everest of orgasms. The closer I inch to the peak, the more things like oxygen seem trivial. Spencer’s hands cup my ass, helping to pull me up and down his cock as he thrusts deep into me over and over, hitting that spot inside he discovered that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Just when I think I’ll pass out from the lack of blood to my brain, Spencer bites down on my bottom lip, and I implode. I pull him tighter to me, hoping his arms can keep me from falling apart into minuscule pieces of the girl who used to be Jenny. And he does. I bury my face into his neck, muffling the crazed sounds that I can’t stop even if I had the presence of mind to try. I bite down on his neck but have no idea where the urge to mark him comes from. But it is there suddenly, and I want my teeth marks on him, warning off all the other women I know want to be in my exact position. But they never will be.
The pain from my teeth sparks Spencer’s orgasm, and he holds me down on his cock as long warm spurts of his cum fill my already overflowing pussy.
Almost instantly, we fall asleep, wrapped together with our mixed fluids dripping out from between our bodies. We’re sticky and sweaty, but I can’t summon the energy to care as my eyelids drift shut.
***
“Okay, truth time here. You cannot possibly tell me that the things you saw in that room didn’t turn you on. No judgement. You can tell me.” The raging blush creeping up Spencer’s face makes me giggle like the little schoolgirl I’ve apparently devolved into thanks to a combination of an abundance of orgasm-induced endorphins and our picnic of Pop-Tarts, Easy Mac, and orange soda.
For an athlete, Spencer has nothing but junk food for prepubescent boys in his house. Every bit of which is spread out around us on the floor. We’re wrapped in the blankets and sheets, both glowing and grinning like idiots.
“Why is that so hard to believe? I honestly felt nothing looking at all of that.” He breaks off a corner of the s’mores Pop-Tart and tosses it into his mouth.
“Because you’re a guy. Aren’t guys supposed to be turned on by even the mere idea of something kinky and forbidden? I mean, that’s why there is such a plethora of porn sites out there.” Words likekinkyandforbiddenseem to spark something in Spencer’s eyes. He leans closer to me, but with a wag of my finger, he backs off, laughing and taking another bite of his sugary treat. My body is sore as hell from our multiple go-rounds between the sheets we are currently wrapped in. We alternated sleeping and making love all night and into the next day, when I finally cried uncle and insisted he make me food.
Honestly, I love talking to Spencer almost as much as I love fucking him. Almost.
