“Aren’t you worried about me being, you know… clean too?”
He paused, his brow creasing a little, then started chuckling.
“With respect, babe, I know you’re too classy a woman to get into bed with the wrong guy… oh wait, you just did.”
I tried for his ear again, but he caught my wrist once more, pinning it again.
“Shoulda just kept that. Definitely tying you up next time, woman. It’s like fucking a barracuda or something.”
Everything he was doing felt so good that I kept forgetting that I was effectively tricking him into fertilising me, at least potentially, and that wasn’t cool. It was such a breach of trust. He was trusting me, and I was using him. Wasn’t I?
“Oh god!”
“Yeah, baby, you like it when I hit deep like that, huh?”
“Your mouth… is moving… again…” I gasped out as my orgasm started to crest and he picked up speed, his cock pounding into me with a little less control as he chased his own release.
I pushed it back, fighting my own orgasm, because I couldn’t lie to him like this.
“I’m… not on… birth… control,” I gasped out, the very confession releasing what I’d been holding onto, and sending my body into a golden flame of pleasure, everything fading away as it licked its way through my body, tingling every nerve ending. Rocket, on the other hand cursed, pulling out of me just before I felt his warm cum splatting against my stomach, and he rested his cock against my abdomen as he caught his breath.
“Woman. That’s not the kinda sex talk I was looking for,” he gasped out, before he started chuckling, and that turned to laughter, which I couldn’t help joining in with. Of all the reactions I expected from him, humour in this moment where I almost misled him was not one of them.
He moved up onto his knees between my legs, his fingers stroking his cock, which looked at least semi-hard still, despite my little confession. A confession that’d make most men panic, or get angry.
“You’re not mad at me?”
I realised he’d been staring at me, well, not at me… at my pussy, or wait, maybe not even that. His cum on me? Who knows? Maybe some male pride thing, coating a woman in his jizz, or something.
His dark eyes lifted, as he stroked himself once more.
“You wanted a baby though. Like it makes sense that you’re not on anything right now.”
I lifted up onto my elbows, unexpectedly comfortable naked and chatting with him, like we’d known each other forever instead of just a few damn days.
“But I should have said it earlier, like up front. I wasn’t trying to-”
“Woman, the last thing you’re likely to do is lie or deceive a person. You’ve been there. You’ve felt it. So… yeah, I’m not mad…”
“But?” He was something, so if not mad, what the hell was it?
“I uh… I guess… there’s something you need, and technically I could supply it.” I blinked slowly, watching his lips twitch as he fought a smile.
“Wait, what?”
“Supply and demand, right? Or I guess, demand and supply. You want a baby, and I could help with that. Like… we both have half of what’s needed, don’t we?” He leaned forward, sliding his fingers through his cum, and lifted them, showing me, as if I needed fucking show and tell right now.
“Rocket…”
He grinned, lowering his fingers to my pussy, sliding them over my clit, and down between my pussy lips. The very act of it, the very thought of it, was all making me hot again, making me horny, because he wasn’t afraid of the thought. He wasn’t running from it. We weren’t even a couple, and yet he was offering to give me the thing my ex couldn’t, or wouldn’t. He wasn’t even flinching at it. His fingers swiped my abdomen again, and then dipped lower, sliding inside me, as if he was trying to fertilise me with them, suddenly thrusting them deep inside me. My head tipped back on my shoulders as a soft moan rippled through me.
“Oh god, Rocket.”
“I could be your god, or I could… I could be your uh… baby daddy.”
My eyes shot open again, because apparently they’d closed with the pleasure, and I lifted my head again to stare at him. He was frowning at himself enough for both of us though.
“Fucking stupid term that. Like the word is father, right? Or dad. Not baby daddy. Why do they need to quantify what I’d be the daddy of?”
