Page 83 of Mommy

“You wanna be bred like a good girl, Ivory?”

The whimper my body gives in response is nothing short of pathetic, but something deep inside me is yelling.

Yes!

Some not too small part of me is delighted by the idea of having my body swelling with his child. I’m a goner for the idea of him being so attached to me, that he wants me to bear his baby.

Derek isn’t serious, and I try to keep it in mind. This is just a kink, but shit…

To be that loved.

It must be intoxicating to feel like that.

I’m already addicted to the mere thought of it, I can’t imagine what it must be like to feel this kind of admiration for real. To be that important and irreplaceable to anyone.

My mind doesn’t work properly anymore and nothing but blubbering moans come from my lips when he drags the head of his cock through my folds.

The first thrust has me gasping for air that isn’t fucking there, my body bowing in Dereks hold. He doesn’t give me an inch of space.

Teeth bared, he leans his forehead against mine, forcing my body to stay glued to his. Stretching and making me take him, bare.

Somewhere beyond the haze I can hear a panicked me register that, but I’m way too far gone to care. My body is detached from my mind and my soul is hovering somewhere in between.

I lose myself to the control Derek offers, letting him guide my body the way he wants.

“You take me so well, Ivy baby.”

His arms wrap around me tighter, pulling me further to the edge of the counter until my weight is more in his hands than mine. Every thrust of him, drags me deeper into the haze that has become the consistency of my thoughts. Derek can feel it too, his lips pulling into a grin against my cheek.

“Look at your body wanting me to go on.” He murmurs between thrusts, his silky voice only winding me up tighter. “Your pussy wants me to fill you up, hm?”

“Yes.”

I gasp the word out before my mind catches up and Derek’s answering groan makes it impossible for me to take it back.

I’ll tell him to pull out.

I’ll tell him in a minute. Because the way he moans into my hair is too delicious to make me end it right now.

“You’ll look so pretty pregnant, mommy.”

“Yes.”

There is that word again, interrupting any logical thought pattern and turning me into a stupid mess.

“You look so pretty when you’re all. Mine.”

Yes.

“All.” A hard thrust interrupts me, breaking my promise in two. “Yours.”

“Fuck, Ivy, I’ll⁠—”

The warning in his voice does nothing to slow us down. It does nothing to make me unclench my jaw and tell him what I should’ve told him when this started. That I do not in fact have an IUD.

I lay my head back, exposing my throat and stare up at the ceiling above. My lips part on an exhale but what comes out is a throaty moan as my orgasm crashes, pulling me under as Derek follows my example.

Except he isn’t looking up and instead, his head bows to bring him face to face with me. His straight nose brushes mine, and as his chopped breath vibrates like a heartbeat against my skin—in sync with his thrusts— his lips claim mine.