Every phone call is made while staring at my pussy. Every time he licks his lips, or adjusts himself, I know it’s because of me. He watches me with such intensity that heat bubbles beneath my skin.
I don’t understand what he is doing, I don’t know what half his conversation are about. But there is something powerful in knowing that as he does what he does, he is totally enraptured by my swollen cunt.
My arms begin to ache, but I don’t move. The urge to touch myself is almost unbearable. To scoop up the cum that is sliding from me and push it back in.
Breed me.
That’s what he said he wanted to do. To own me so completely. A thrill shoots through me, my nipples peak. He notices instantly.
This time when he hangs up the phone, he doesn’t start his next call.
“Tell me what you were just thinking about.” His voice is firm, accented in his exhaustion.
“The things you were saying,” I admit, colour flushing my cheeks. “Owning me… breeding me… it’s not something I ever thought about. I didn’t expect to like being spoken to like that.”
He pulls his cock free, begins stroking it with one hand as he moves his laptop away with the other. He sits in the chair again, pulling it a little closer to the table.
“Come closer,” he says, and I shuffle myself toward him. He pulls me up to sitting, my arms immediately relaxing after being stuck in the same position for so long.
He takes one nipple into his mouth, then the other, giving both equal amounts of attention while driving me wild with want.
“These will get bigger, heavier, your nipples will get dark.” He moves his mouth lower, to my stomach, and licks a soft trail over it. “This will get round and full and firm.”
Then his mouth drops to my pussy, and I lean back as his mouth clamps over it and sucks hard enough to make me moan.
“And I’ll still fuck this every night until you’re begging me to stop.”
I shiver, his words igniting the final spark.
“You’re the only woman who ever made me feel so fucking feral. Like it’s my duty to breed you. Like we owe it to the world.”
“Please Rurik,” I beg.
“Tell me what you need, Jessica. I’ll give you anything.”
“I need you. I need your cum, I need you to breed me. I need you to fuck me until I forget everything else. Please, Rurik, make it so it’s all I can think about.” I whimper the words, my voice breaking with desperation, and Rurik's eyes flash with something dark and triumphant.
He's still stroking himself lazily, his cock thick and veined in his grip, but he releases it now, his focus shifting entirely to me. His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them wider onthe table's edge, exposing me completely. I'm still slick from before, a mix of us dripping from me, and the cool air hits my overheated skin, making me shiver.
"Anything," he repeats, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. One hand trails up to my pussy, his fingers tracing my folds lightly at first, gathering the wetness there. "You want me to breed you? Then let's see how much you can take for me. How wide I can stretch this pretty cunt before I fill it again."
My breath hitches. I don't fully understand what he means until his index and middle fingers push inside me, easy and familiar, curling to hit that spot that makes my hips buck. I moan, falling back on my elbows, watching him through half-lidded eyes. He's staring at where he's entering me, his expression intense, like he's memorizing every clench, every quiver.
"More," I whisper, not even sure why I'm asking, but the ache is building again, that empty feeling nagging at the edges of my mind.
He smirks, adding another finger without warning, the stretch burning just enough to make me gasp. It's tighter now, my walls gripping him as he twists his hand, pumping slowly, his thumb circling my clit in lazy strokes. "Open up for me, Jessica."
The pressure builds as he works me open, his fingers scissoring inside, stretching me wider with each thrust. It's intense, bordering on too much, but the pleasure coils tighter, making my toes curl. I rock against his hand, chasing more, my breaths coming in short pants. "Rurik... oh God, it feels so good."
"Not enough," he growls, his free hand gripping my thigh to hold me steady. "I want you aching for my cum. Begging for it." He adds a fourth finger, and I cry out, the burn turning into a deep, throbbing stretch that has me arching off the table.
It's overwhelming. I'm so full, his knuckles pressing against my entrance, but he doesn't stop, pushing deeper inch by inch, his eyes locked on mine.
"Fuck, look at that," he murmurs, his voice rough with awe. "Your pussy's swallowing my hand. Stretching so wide for me. Imagine when you're swollen with my baby, how tight you'll be then, how I'll have to work you open every time."
The words send a fresh wave of heat through me, my clit pulsing under his thumb. I'm trembling now, my muscles clenching around his fingers, the sensation so intense it's almost painful, but in the best way. Tears prick my eyes from the overload, and I reach down, gripping his wrist, not to stop him but to urge him on.
"More... please, Rurik, I need…I need to come."
