She rushes to stop me, trying to pull away.
“I am not on birth control.Don’t.”
I chuckle.“I don’t care, Princess.Getting you pregnant will be the highlight of my night.”
The idea of her getting pregnant makes this even more intimate than it should be.Breeding her like a wild animal, making her mine.The idea was more like a punishment at first, but now it has become more than that.
“Fuck, I am going to come,” I say, as I begin to fill her pussy.She bites her lower lip, and I feel her come on my cock one more time.This feels like heaven.
When I have emptied myself inside her, I pull out of her pussy and kiss her one last time before I reach for the key to unlock her cuffed hands.She rubs her wrists, trying to ease the pain that I know she is feeling, and I take her hands in mine.I bring them to my lips, kissing both of her wrists while I am still on top of her.
Slowly, I move my body to the side and pull her into my arms, wrapping them around her.She settles into my embrace, and I can’t help the feelings that slowly emerge from the hole in my heart where I had to shove them for the last three years.
I used to be so in love with her, but she always chose someone else.She fucking belongs with me.I always knew that, and tonight only solidifies it for me.I thought I would be able to walk away, that this was simply revenge, nothing more.But in reality, deep down I knew that I would never be able to walk away once I had a taste of her.Now that I have, I only want more; I only want to break her body.I want to earn her love at the same time as earning her pleas and cries while I fuck her, while I use her body as much as I please.I want her to be mine, to own every inch of her body, every inch of her soul.
Olivia
Every part of me issore, but being in his arms brings out something that I haven’t felt in years.I can’t keep myself from wondering who he is.I still don’t know his name.I want to ask, but it feels like the moment has long passed.
I decide to take my chances regardless.“I don’t know your name,” I hesitate, the words coming out of my mouth with more effort than they should.Embarrassment makes my cheeks red.I hide my face with my hand, trying to shelter it from his view.
A deep breath leaves him.It puzzles me why my question seems to burden him.
“You don’t need to know my name,” he finally says after a long pause of silence between us.I wonder why it is so important to him to keep his anonymity when his sperm is leaking out of me right now.But I choose not to press further.
