“Deeper,” I tell him. Obviously not for sex reasons. For pregnancy reasons only.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, you’re so tight, baby. Fuck, it’s so good.”
And it is good. It is. Too good. So good it’s all I can do not to sob.
His shaft is throbbing with each jet shooting inside me and, despite my efforts to stay detached, I’m clenching him.
“That’s it. Take it. All of it.” His hands grasp my hips, tight, and pull me onto him, the slap of his balls to my clit sparking every nerve in my body. Even through my bra and top, I feel the rasp of my breasts against the sheet.
I shut my eyes and work hard to ignore my body’s response, loosen my muscles, go elsewhere.
He’s slowing now, his thrusting deeper, less controlled, each one punctuated by an animal grunt.
“Every fucking drop is for you, Kit.” He shoves deep and bends so his body’s covering mine, warm, but not quite touching. “I’ll give you everything,” he says in a strangled whisper I’m not even sure I’m meant to hear.
It takes every ounce of effort I can muster not to orgasm on his still hard cock.
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Jake
Fuck. Me.
Biggest orgasm of my life. In the dark with a woman who’s using me for my come.
A cynical smile twists my lips as I gather my last few functioning brain cells and ease out slowly, then turn and collapse onto the bed with an old man groan.
“Sorry, just need…”
“It’s fine.” She rolls away and scoots up the bed. I picture her getting into some specific conception pose and then imagine laying a hand on her leg, stroking it, picturing how it would feel to stay inside her, go hard again, and start the whole thing all over.
Hell, I could go for hours with this woman, especially with how pent up I’ve been since we decided to try it. Since she agreed to let me breed her.
Jesus, have I developed a fuckinguse mekink or something?
For Katarina Esteban?
The problem, right now, is that I’m already hoping once won’t be enough and though it’s shitty as hell of me, I hope ittakes many, many tries and I hope every one of those takes place on my cock.
“You can, um…go anytime. I mean, sorry, I’m not kicking you out. I’m just…” Her uncomfortable laugh makes me want hug her. “Going to lie here for a bit and…”
“Hope it takes?”
“Yeah.” Another awkward laugh.
“All right.” With a groan of effort, I sit up and roll out of bed, conveniently dressed, except for my shoes. I tuck myself back into my pants and have to try three times before I can get my zipper up. With a hard shake of my head, I feel around with my feet, grab one boot, and then struggle to find the other. “Any chance I could turn the light on? Can’t find my shoes.”
“Oh. Oh, sure. Yeah. Right.”
I edge back against the bed and lean over to the light, flicking it on to the sound of rustling fabric. Once my eyes have finally adjusted to the brightness, I slide my foot into the second boot and bend to tie them both before standing.
I scrub my hands through my hair and turn to see her lying on her back, legs curled against her belly, the white hotel sheet drawn up literally to her neck, as if me seeing some portion of her would ruin this somehow.
For the first time, a wave of something like resentment flows through me, unfounded as hell. Not to mention pointless.
None of this was about me. I’ve got to remember that.
It’s for her. Like a gift.
