When my lips pop out from around her, I take a long breath in, lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. I could probably smother myself in her pussy if I'm not careful, but it's too fucking addictive to deny myself the pleasure. She's a drug to me.
My cock is already leaking, and I wonder if she feels the bead of precum that presses against her flesh as I position myself with my hands on the insides of her knees, spreading her wider for me. There's a hitch of breath before she stills again, and I line the tip up with her entrance, appreciating the warmth leaking out from around her.
“Wait!” She gasps, sitting up and bracing her hands on my arms, as if that will stop me.
I can't stop what we set into motion, but I pause, my eyes flicking to hers. I wonder if she sees the irritation, because she swallows thickly.
“Do you have a condom?”
I blink, wondering how to tell her I haven't bothered with one since we're both clean and it's not like corpses can get pregnant. I planned to kill her before that ever would have been a concern, but suddenly, it's a valid fear I haven't considered. I didn't see any sort of proof of an IUD when I had her pussy spread open for me to explore, but I'm not ready to tell her I went that far. If she knows I just wanted to watch her walls try to constrict when I made her orgasm, she'll think I'm insane.
“I didn't need one.” I tell her gruffly, the irritation from the beast’s satisfaction being brought to a screeching halt mixing with my sudden anxiety about a fucking possibility ofpregnancy.
Fuck.
I don't want kids, but I don't want to kill one either. If she's knocked up with my little demon seed, then...
“It doesn't matter.” She shakes her head and settles against the counter. “Sorry. Just... keep going.”
“But what about…”
“I'm infertile anyway.” She spits. I narrow my eyes on her, wondering how she would know that at her age.
Most people don't know that until they're actively trying to conceive, right? But it's driven from my head a moment later when she speaks.
“Just... please, fuck me.Please.”
Goddamn.
Hearing her little whimper over the word please, like a fucking prayer, could undo me for the rest of my life.
I'm lucky I don't come right there, exploding all over her thigh like a kid about to get his dick wet for the first time. But if I spill myself now, I won't be able to fulfill what she needs from me... what she's begging me for.
“Don't fucking move.” I warn her.
The last word is barely off of my lips when I slam into her, my fingers tight on her thighs.
She doesn't move, but she does suck in a deep breath, her stomach expanding with air as she breathes in and holds it hostage for a second while I keep myself pinned inside her, appreciating the depth I achieved with a single thrust. Her eyes are screwed shut tight, like she's working hard to do exactly what I asked, and it makes me grin as I slide out a little, testing her body's reaction to my retreat before I slide back in.
The friction stokes the heat low inside of me, and I relax into it as I find a rhythm.
She squeezes me so tight it takes my breath away, and I glance at her face to check that she's still, that she's not intentionally clenching around me.
The silvery marks of her tears glow under the light, and I slow, trying to be sure of what I'm seeing.
The almost imperceptible wobble of her lips tells me Iamcorrect.
She's definitely crying.
Fuck.
I don't know why, but I didn't expect... this.
She's done so well. Unnaturally well, really.
My little doll has been a dream, not fighting against me, not trying desperately to escape, not demanding answers to all the questions I'm sure she has. When she suggested this, I thought maybe it was a trick. Then I thought maybe she was telling the truth, that she just needed to know what she missed while she was unconscious. But now...
“Should I...?”
