She arches into my touch, her hands already working at the buttons of my shirt. “You talk too much.”
I laugh against her skin, nipping at her collarbone. “And you're fucking impatient.”
“Can you blame me?” She grinds down against myalready hard cock, the friction making me hiss through my teeth. “You just promised to put a baby in me before midnight.”
“Challenge fucking accepted.”
I grab her leggings at the inner thigh and pull hard, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip. She gasps, her eyes widening as I create a jagged hole right where I need access.
“Did you just?—”
“We can buy more,” I growl, shoving the thin material of her panties to the side. My fingers find her already slick, and fuck if that doesn't make me even harder. “You're soaked.”
“I've been thinking about this all day,” she admits, her voice breathy as I slide one finger inside her, then two.
I can't wait another second. I lift my hips, shoving my sweats and boxers down just enough to free my cock. It springs up between us, hard and ready.
“Shirt off,” she demands, tugging at the fabric. I yank it over my head with one hand, not taking my other hand away from working her open until the last possible moment.
The moment my shirt hits the floor, she presses against me, skin to skin. Her breasts flatten against my chest, nipples hard points against my skin. The contrast of her warm, soft body against mine makes me groan.
“Now,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “Fuck me now.”
I line myself up and thrust up into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. Her tight heat envelops me, squeezing my cock like she was made for me.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
She throws her head back, her tits bouncing as I start fucking up into her. Her hands brace against my shoulders,nails digging into my skin. I swear she’s got more of an obsession of marking me than I do her.
Her pussy clenches around me, so fucking tight it's almost painful. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by her breathless moans.
“You feel that?” I demand, one hand sliding up to grip her throat lightly. “Feel how deep I am?”
She nods, eyes glazed with pleasure, lips parted. I tighten my grip just enough to make her gasp.
“Next time we do this, you're gonna be carrying my baby,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. “Gonna fill you up so fucking good you won't have a choice.”
Her pussy spasms around me at my words, her rhythm faltering. I take control, both hands back on her hips as I pound up into her relentlessly.
“You want that?” I ask, already knowing the answer from how wet she's getting. “Want me to knock you up tonight?”
“Yes,” she moans, grinding down to meet my thrusts. “Fuck yes, Beck.”
I slip my hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. “Maybe I should go get another tie right now. Plug you up with it after I come. Keep all my cum deep inside you where it belongs just like all those weeks ago.”
Her pussy clenches violently around me at my words, her rhythm faltering. “Fuck, Beck?—”
“Make sure every drop stays inside you,” I continue, my voice dropping lower as I work her clit faster. “Tie you to our bed and keep you full of me until it takes.”
I grip her by the back of the neck and pull her down, capturing one perfect nipple between my lips. I suck hard,making her cry out, her back arching to push more of her breast into my mouth.
“When these are full of milk,” I growl against her skin before biting down gently, “I'm gonna taste it every fucking morning.”
She moans, grinding down harder on my cock as I switch to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Only way I'll ever drink coffee that's not black,” I tell her between rough sucks. “Mix it with your milk. Make it sweet like you.”
“Jesus Christ,” she gasps, her movements becoming more erratic. “That's so fucking filthy.”
