My eyes hazily opened and fixed on him behind me in the mirror.
“I mean, my best friend is a doctor, after all. I’d be more careful if I was you,” he murmured, fucking me hard now.
I braced my hands on the sink and tried to glare at him, though the pleasure washing through me made it difficult.
“Brandon O’Connor, you better not have done something you’ll live to regret,” I hissed and then ruined my foreboding tone by crying out as he pinched my throbbing clit.
“I couldn’t regret anything about you, selkie. Not finding you, or catching you, or keeping you… I’ll never regret anything that makes you more mine,” he grunted and caught my eyes in the mirror. “A horde of babies should do it.”
“Bran!” I exclaimed. I was going to come, I couldn’t help it, and it was just dawning on me that my psychopathic husband might have really had my implant removed while I was sleeping. I was shocked. Outraged. I was… excited? Yes. I was excited to start a family with this man. His crazy had rubbed off on me, clearly.
“You’d better not come inside me,” I warned, only to feel my own orgasm bearing down on me.
“Oh selkie, from now on, Ionlycome inside you… my wife, my only,” Bran grunted.
I came hard, tightening all around him. He followed seconds later, pulsing deep inside me, filling me right up. There was something about knowing that there was nothing to stop me from getting pregnant that only made his claiming hotter. He was all in and had been from the start. There was something indescribably hot about that determined commitment. That was Bran O’Connor all over, reckless and impulsive until it mattered and then he was stone-cold serious. Unhinged, but serious at the same time.
I’d barely finished coming when he slipped free and turned me around, lifting me onto the sink.
“Lie back,” he said huskily.
I fell back onto my elbows, spent and satisfied, as he knelt in front of me. He picked up both my legs, placing my knees over his shoulders so his face was nestled against my pussy.
“What are you doing?” I murmured when he leaned in and licked my clit, making me squirm.
“Doc’s order… apparently female orgasm can make the sperm travel further, increasing the chances of pregnancy,” he said, and lifted his head to smile at me. “So, this is science.”
“I’ve already come,” I pointed out.
He nodded. “Yes, you’ve come once… but this pretty little cunt is still full of my cum. I figure coming a whole lot more will only make it more effective.”
“You’re literally leaking out of me right now,” I protested, the thought of coming again right now almost more than I could take.
“Hmmm, once you stop leaking, I’ll just refill you…” He grinned at me like his plan was perfectly reasonable. “Hold on, selkie, it’s going to be a long, long night.”
Then he lowered his mouth, fastened it around my clit, and got to work.
