“You’re going to take all of this, babygirl,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to take every inch of my cock, and you’re going to thank me for it later, when you’re stroking your big belly.”
I nod, my breath coming in quick gasps. He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He slides in slowly, filling me completely. I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him. My pussy walls feel the pressure of his cock sliding into my channel, demanding complete submission from me. He gives me a moment to adjust before he starts moving, his hips slamming against mine.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “So slippery. My cock slides into your tight cunt so easily because you’re always dripping for me.”
I whimper, my body shaking with each thrust. He leans down, his mouth finding mine in a fierce kiss. His tongue mimics the movements of his cock, claiming me completely. He breaks the kiss, his mouth moving to my ear.
“I want to plug you up with my cum,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “I want to fill you so full that you’re dripping with my seed. I want to see your belly round with my child. I want to fuck you every night, fill you with my cum, and watch you grow with my baby.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, my pussy clenching around his cock. He thrusts deeper, his hips moving faster. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more.
“You’re mine, Callista,” he growls, his voice rough with possession. “You’re my perfect little breeder. You’re going to carry my child, and you’re going to love it.”
I nod, my breath coming in quick gasps. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I want to be your breeder. Thank you for filling me.”
He groans, his body tensing as he finds his release. He slams into me, his cock pulsing as he unloads rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside me. He doesn’t pull out, his cock still buried deep inside me as he rolls us over, pulling me on top of him.
His hands stroke my back, his breath warm against my ear. “I love you, Callista,” he murmurs, his voice soft and gentle. “I love going through my daily life with you. I love studying with you by my side, cooking for you, watching you eat. But most of all, I love watch you naked, falling asleep next to me. I want to do it for as long as I can.”
Tears well up in my eyes, my heart swelling with love and fear. I yearn for the security of his words, for the promise of a future together. But even as he holds me close, his cock still buried inside me, his cum warm in my pussy, I can’t shake the feeling of uncertainty.
His hands move down to my belly, stroking it gently. “You did so well, babygirl,” he whispers, his voice firm with possession. “You’re my perfect little breeder. Now get some sleep so your body can do what’s needed.”
I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body against mine. In this moment, I feel complete, fulfilled in a way that defies words. But even as I drift off to sleep in his arms, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us.
One month later…
My breasts hurtbefore I’m even fully awake. The ache sits under my skin, heavy and tender, and when I stretch, it makes me wince.
For a second, I lie there blinking at the ceiling, confused. Then my stomach twists.
I barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up.
When it’s over, I rinse my mouth and lean against the counter, breathing hard. My reflection looks pale, my lips colorless. It must be the hangover.
I shouldn’t have had that last drink at the frat party last night.
I wash my face, hoping cold water will help. It doesn’t. My head is pounding, my stomach unsettled. Definitely a hangover. Definitely not anything else.
The thought that it could be something else flashes in my mind, but I shove it away. It’s ridiculous. I’m just tired. Overworked. Hungover.
A knock sounds at the door.
“Callista?”
Dmitry’s voice.
My heart lifts a little, even though I still feel like death.
“One sec!” I shout, splashing more water on my face and brushing my hair back before opening the door.
He’s standing there holding two paper bags. “Grocery delivery,” he says with that faint smirk that always makes my stomach flutter. “Thought I’d drop them off before class.”
“You didn’t have to,” I say, stepping aside to let him in.
“I wanted to.”
He sets the bags on the counter, and I start unpacking them. Fruits. Bread. Cheese. Yogurt. Everything I like.
