“I want us to have a baby,” he says slowly, popping a pill from the packet and watching as it hits the stream of water and is sucked down the drain.
“Sebastian!” I exclaim, horrified.
“I want to pump you full of my cum,” he says, pulling back, then pushing back into me again, popping another pill from the packet, then another. “I want to put my baby in your belly.”
Another thrust, another pill lost to the drain.
“I want to breed your greedy little cunt and stuff it so full of my cum that it’s dripping out of you.”
His dick pistons in and out of me, fucking me in slow, hard thrusts, a new pill lost to the water every time he fills me.
“This is the last time you’ll ever take these pills. No doctor will prescribe you another birth control, no pharmacy will give you a Plan B, and your security has strict instructions to never allow you to go near an abortion clinic.”
“You’re crazy,” I say, trying to sound outraged, not excited.
Pill after pill swirls down the drain until an entire packet is gone, and he drops the foil wrapper to the counter. Instead of starting on the next packet, he abruptly stops fucking me and pulls his dick out, repositioning it at the entrance of my asshole.
“I won’t stop fucking you, and I won’t allow you to take anything to stop you from getting pregnant. But if you aren’t ready to have a child yet, then from now on, I’ll fill this tight little asshole with my cum instead of your greedy cunt. I know you want me to fuck you like this. I know you want me to force you. But instead, I’m going to force you to make a choice.”
My muscles freeze as he pushes the head of his cock against my ass, not breaching the band of muscles but making sure I can feel how close to doing it he is.
“Make a choice, Starling. If you want my baby growing in your womb, pop those pills into the sink and watch them wash away. Then beg me to fill you with my cum as many times as it takes to breed you. But if you’re not ready, drop the pills to the floor and hold on tight because I’m going to fuck this tight little asshole until it’s overflowing with my cum, and I’ll keep fucking it until you tell me you want my baby.”
“Sebastian,” I gasp, feeling the pill packet being pushed beneath my fingers. He’s giving me a choice, but it’s a crazy choice. Either accept that we’re actively trying to get pregnant, or agree to only do anal until I’m ready to start trying for a baby. It’s crazy, but then so is Sebastian. So am I. So is this insane life we have.
My fingers start moving before I’m even aware of what I’m doing, and we both watch as pill after pill after pill falls from the packet and disappears down the drain. His dick pushes into my pussy as the last pill falls, and he collars my throat, lifting my head and dragging me up so we can both see the crazed look in my eyes. He fucks me until he comes with a cry, our gazes locked as he pumps his cum into my core, and a silent acknowledgment passes between us. The birth control pills I’ve been taking might be working today, but they won’t last forever.
“I think I could become almost as obsessed with putting my baby in you as I am with keeping you,” he growls into my ear, his dick hardening as his hips roll and he starts to fuck me again.
Instead of going to work, Sebastian stays home, and we spend the day in bed, his dick only out of me long enough to use the bathroom or clean up. By the time we fall asleep, after eating dinner in bed, I’m exhausted and sore, but oddly happy.
“I’ve got it,” Sammy announces triumphantly, waddling her huge pregnant body through the door and into the house, her cell held out like a trophy.
“You’ve got what?” I call from the den, where I’m currently lying with my head in Sebastian’s lap, his rock-hard cock exposed and wet from my saliva.
“Are you decent?” Evan calls, following his wife into the house.
Slipping his sweatpants up to cover his cock, Sebastian sighs, then shouts. “Unfortunately.”
Sammy’s burst of laughter announces her arrival, but she’s groaning by the time she lowers herself down onto the couch opposite ours.
“What is so important that you felt the need to waddle over here?” Sebastian asks, churlishly.
“Evan, can you punch Bastian for me?” Sammy asks her husband sweetly.
“Sure,” Evan says with a laugh, punching Sebastian playfully in the arm.
“Urgh, that was lame. Starling, go find a chastity belt and put your pussy on lockdown for a few days.”
Smiling, I laugh. “Hunter and Bunny are the ones with the freaky sex toy collection, not us.”
Exhaling resignedly, Sammy rolls her eyes and shrugs. “True. But I’m still going to figure out a way to punish your asshole husband for saying I’m waddling.”
“Wild One, you called it waddling twenty minutes ago when you insisted on walking over here instead of coming in a cart,” Evan reminds her.
“Seriously, I’m your fucking wife, and you’re still on his side?” she growls, throwing her hands in the air dramatically before flipping the bird at both Evan and Sebastian.
“I think you look beautiful. Do you want a drink?” I ask her, rubbing her belly affectionately as I pass her on the way to the kitchen.
