He curls his finger at my G-spot, flooding me with rapture. I arch my back, pushing my chest out, pressing my aching breasts to his mouth, hoping he’ll suck on them. He does. He latches on one breasts, closing his lips around a hard peak. When he sucks, pleasure jolts through my system. My lungs contract when the tip of his tongue paints circles around my needy bud, making it furl. My brain melts from the combination of the forceful suction at my sensitive breasts and the insistent pressure of his calloused fingers stroking inside my channel.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes. He draws out sensations I have never felt before. My neither region are on fire, burning like an open bonfire, feeding his lust, his dominance. My cunt feels raw and tender when his fingers deliberately brush over my velvet inner walls, stimulating my nerves. My nervous system lights up, screaming with joy every time the friction of his fingers registers in my pussy.
He fucks me hard and deep, penetrating harder with each thrust.
“Come for me, babygirl,” he orders, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers. I want to hear you scream my name.”
It’s him biting down on my overstimulated nipple that pushes me over the edge. My body convulses, my pussy clamping down on his fingers as I come, my scream filling the car. He doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out my orgasm until I’m shaking and breathless.
He pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, tasting me. His eyes meet mine, dark and intense. “You taste so fucking good.”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. His fingers dip back into my pussy, feeling the wet, throbbing hole he has created with his demanding touch.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he says, his voice husky. His gaze is focused on me. Honest. Needy. I see myself reflected in his eyes—equally needy and desperate. “I need to breed you, Callista. I need to come inside you.”
Breed me? He wants to come inside my unprotected pussy? I’m not on birth control, yet the idea appeals to me so much. I want to feel him in my raw pussy, just like I did before. Except, this time, he’d be claiming me explicitly, trying to plant a baby inside me.
It’s reckless. It’s taboo. It’d be a disaster if I got pregnant when I have only a few months left to graduate. But all of those reasons only make me want it more.
I want him to claim me, to assert the most primal form of dominance over my body, and make me carry his child.
His words send a shiver down my spine, my pussy contracting at the idea. After the spectacle with my family, the thought of his warm cum inside me, of carrying his child, feels like a lifeline. A promise of a happy, loving future, even if it might not be with him.
“I want to be your good little breeder,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain. “I want to keep your cum safe in my womb.”
His eyes widen, a dark hunger flashing across his face. Before I can react, his strong arms are under me. He picks me up, carrying me through the pouring rain to the motel. The rain soaks us both, but neither of us cares. He kicks open the door to the motel office, demanding a room. The clerk, startled, hands over a key without a word.
Dmitry carries me to the room, throwing me onto the bed. His hands are assertive, tearing away my clothes, his mouth hotand demanding against mine. I’m breathless, my body aching with need, ready for whatever he has planned.
His gaze meets mine, dark and hungry. “I’m going to fuck you, Callista. I’m going to breed you. And you’re going to take every drop of my cum.”
I nod, my heart pounding with anticipation. I want this. I need this. I need him to fill me, to claim me, to make me his in every way possible.
“This is serious,” he climbs on top of me, caging my body between his knees. His shirt is soaked and the water drips onto my naked body, drop by drop. Each cold whisper of water makes me shiver. My pussy clenches every time another drop lands on me, until my channel is slippery enough to welcome his cock. “If we do this, it changes everything.”
“I know,” I reply.
“We’re not fake lovers anymore.” He kisses my forehead. When he peels his mouth off my skin, he starts unbuttoning his shirt. In the light of the night lamp, I spy the massive bulge of his cock. It makes my mouth go dry. “If I breed you, you’re mine forever. Understand that, Callista?” His hand squeezes my jaw. His pupils dilate. “Once Daddy’s baby is growing inside you, there’s no running away. I’ll hunt you down and make you give birth. I’ll stroke your swollen belly and kiss your growing womb every day, so you never forget who bred you.”
Oh my god. How can he make being pregnant for him and having his baby sound so hot? How can he make me want to be forced to carry his child? Each dark, lustful promise he makes triggers something primal inside me. The desire to be fertile for him, to let him satisfy himself by filling my womb, and to give him the fruit of our sex.
Clear streams of slick slide down my thigh, making my arousal embarrassingly obvious.
“Yes.” My response is barely more than a whisper. I don’t speak the words; my body does. The aching emptiness inside my core needs to be sated. And only his warm cum coating my insides will be enough to calm down my raging heat.
I see Dmitry’s eyes narrow a fraction. His chest relaxes, and lets out a breath. “I’m going to plant my seed inside you, babygirl. Give you the family you deserve. Give you a baby to carry and nourish. You’ll look so pretty when you’re growing our baby. Everybody will know you’ve been a slut, spreading your legs for me.”
He doesn’t say the last part but the way he gently caresses my cheeks, eyes filled with a mixture of lust and longing tells me what he’s thinking:I’ll give you something that ties us together forever.
The room is dimly lit, the faint smell of must and old cigarettes lingering in the air, but all I can focus on is Dmitry.
His clothes are damp from the rain, clinging to his muscular frame, and he peels off his shirt, revealing the tattoos that snake down his chest and arms. The sight of him, so powerful and dominant, sends a shiver of anticipation through my body.
He crawls onto the bed, his body caging mine as he leans down to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue dives deep, exploring every corner, claiming me completely. I can taste the rain on his lips, the earthy scent of him filling my nostrils. His hands roam over my body, rough and possessive, as if he’s memorizing every curve and contour.
Breaking the kiss, he moves his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples. He lowers his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before moving to the other. He lavishes attention on my breasts. “These will swell when you’re pregnant. They’ll get even more sensitive. Imagine me suckling on them while you breastfeed our baby.You’ll be so hot, Callista. A fertile, milky goddess,” he murmurs against my flesh, his voice a low growl.
I gasp, the mental image and the sensation of his mouth on me sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He trails kisses down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down. He spreads my thighs wide, his eyes locked on my pussy.
