“Can you handle something a little crazy?” she whispers.
My cock jumps inside her.
“Try me,” I growl, barely restraining the feral edge in my voice.
She swallows, then exhales like she’s diving off a cliff. “I want you to pretend you’re breeding me.”
Those words detonate something in my brain.
“Not in a real way. Keep the condom on. Justtellme you’re breeding me.”
The image hits fast and hard—her swollen belly under my hand, her breasts full and sensitive, cum leaking from between her thighs while I hold her hips down and fuck it deeper inside her. Her body, marked by me. Claimed by me. Changed by me.
My restraint snaps.
I hook one of her legs over my arm and thrust into her, hard. The sound of our bodies slamming together is filthy, raw, loud in the charged silence of the room.
“You want me to knock you up, baby?” I growl, eyes locked on hers. “You want this cock to fill you so full you’ll feel me for days?”
“Yes,” she breathes, a tremor in her voice, like she can’t believe she said it out loud. “Give me your cum.”
I slam into her, hips snapping, hard and relentless now. Each thrust hits deep, angled to make her cry out, to make herfeelit. Her hands claw at the sheets, her body twisting beneath mine, wild and undone.
“You want to be filled?” I snarl, one hand gripping her jaw so she can’t look away. “Want to feel it dripping out of you while you imagine it taking root inside?”
She moans—high, frantic, desperate.
“Please,” she gasps, legs trembling as I drive her into the mattress. “Please, Theo—don’t stop—want all of it?—”
I bear down over her, one arm under her back, the other between us, thumb working her clit in tight, ruthless circles. Her eyes flutter, rolling back as her body starts to tighten, shaking.
“Gonna give it to you,” I groan. “All of it.”
“Fuck, yes.” She sobs, gripping my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
I don’t stop. I can’t. I fuck her through it, every thrust a promise—every moan a vow. She’s mine. This body, this fantasy, this moment—it all belongs to me.
“You like being my breeding toy?” I hiss against her ear. “Like being used and filled until you can’t take anymore?”
“Yes—yes?—”
I slam into her one last time, buried to the hilt, as the orgasm rips through me. It’s brutal, staggering, hot and violent and so fucking deep it knocks the breath out of me. I come in hard pulses, trapped in the fantasy she handed me on a silver platter, and for a second Ibelieve it—that I’m filling her, marking her forever.
“Take it,” I growl through gritted teeth, my hands bruising her hips as I spill into the condom. “Take every last drop.”
She shatters beneath me, coming with a strangled cry, body convulsing around me, milking me through every spasm. Her eyesflutter open, dazed and wrecked, her lips parted in a blissful, fucked-out smile.
I collapse onto her, both of us shaking, slick with sweat and still tangled together. Her fingers drift through my hair.
“No one’s ever done that for me before,” she whispers.
I lift my head and grin, still buried deep inside her. “Yeah? Well, no one’s ever said something that fucking hot to me before.”
She gives a breathless laugh, face flushed and glowing. “Maybe I got carried away.”
I brush her hair back from her damp cheek and kiss her hard. “Then thank fuck you did. Don’t you dare be sorry for it. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She’s sprawledon her side, the sheet tangled around her legs, hair wild across my pillow. That smile—wrecked, lazy, unguarded—undoes me more than anything we just did.
