I push her skirt up over her hips, exposing the curve of her ass. My fingers hook into the sides of her panties, yanking them down her legs. She steps out of them, her breathing already ragged.
I undo my belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room. My pants and boxers fall to the floor, freeing my aching cock. I grip it, stroking myself as I press against her from behind, letting her feel how hard I am for her.
"Feel that?" I ask, my voice a low rasp in her ear. "That's what you do to me, babygirl. You make me lose control."
She whimpers, arching her back, pushing her ass against me. I run the head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her arousal. She's already dripping wet, her body ready for me.
"Please," she whispers, her voice trembling with need.
"Please what?" I tease, circling her entrance but not pushing in. "Tell Daddy what you want."
"I want you inside me," she gasps. "Please, Dmitry. I need you."
"Not yet," I say, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles. "First, I'm going to make you beg properly."
She moans, her hips bucking against my hand. I increase the pressure, my fingers stroking her swollen nub until she's trembling, her legs shaking. She's so responsive, so perfect, her body singing for me.
"You're soaking wet," I murmur, sliding two fingers inside her tight heat. "Your pussy is greedy, isn't it? Hungry for my cock."
"Yes," she whimpers, her walls clenching around my fingers. "Please, I need more."
I pump my fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out. My thumb continues its relentless assault on her clit, and soon she's panting, her body taut with pleasure.
"You want my cock, babygirl?" I ask, my voice dark with promise. "You want me to fill you up, breed you until you're dripping with my cum?"
"Yes!" she cries out, her voice breaking. "Please, Daddy, please fuck me."
I pull my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth and tasting her. She's sweet and musky, addictive. "You taste so good," I tell her. "But I need to feel you wrapped around my cock."
I position myself at her entrance, the thick head of my cock pressing against her slick opening. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and thrust forward, burying myself inside her in one hard stroke.
She screams, her body jolting forward, her hands scrabbling against the wall for purchase. I give her no time to adjust, pulling back and slamming into her again, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I growl, my hips pistoning against her. "So tight, so perfect. This pussy was made for me, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she gasps, her voice barely coherent. "It's yours, all yours."
"Damn right it is," I say, one hand moving to grip her hair, pulling her head back. "And I'm going to turn your pussy inside out. I’ll make sure to claim my birthday gift properly."
She moans, her pussy clenching around me at my words. I can feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating my cock with every thrust.
"You like that, don't you?" I rasp, my pace never faltering. "You like the idea of me coming inside you, painting your pussy walls with my cum." I lean closer as my strokes become more aggressive. I bite her ear. “You like it because the consequences excite you. You think I don’t know what goes on in your filthy mind, but I know it’s full of images of you with a swollen belly.”
"Yes," she whimpers, her body shaking with the force of my thrusts. "I want it. I want my body to change because your seed is growing inside me."
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit again. I rub it in tight circles, the stimulation pushing her higher and higher.She's crying out with every thrust, her body wound so tight I know she's close.
"Come for me," I command, my voice harsh. "Come all over my cock, babygirl. Show me how much you want my seed."
Her body convulses, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice as she screams her release. The sensation is overwhelming, her inner walls milking my cock, demanding my cum.
"Fuck," I groan, my own control shattering. I thrust deep, as deep as I can go, my cock pulsing as I empty myself inside her. Rope after rope of hot cum floods her womb, filling her completely.
I don't pull out. I stay buried inside her, my hand moving to her stomach, pressing against the flat plane as if I can feel my seed taking root.
"Mine," I whisper, my voice possessive and fierce. "You're mine, Callista. And I'm never letting you go."
She leans back against me, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Yours," she echoes softly. "Always yours."
