“Yes, you won’t come anywhere else.”
He sighs again as if imagining coming inside of me right about now. “Yeah, because your pussy is made to fuck and come in.”
“But you won’t wear a condom either,” I say like he doesn’t know, like I want him to when I don’t.
“And miss out on how warm and cozy that cunt is? Fuck no.” He frowns as if angry. “She’s my home. She’s my sweetheart, my baby, my Strawberry, and I’m getting the full effect.”
I’m clenching and clenching my thighs, maybe even moving my hips slowly as I keep watching him. And he notices that. “You need it, baby?”
He points to the cock, tugging on it and I nod. “Yes.”
“Say the word and I’ll give it to you,” he drawls.
I lick my lips, still watching his hand. “Will you give me the pills too?”
“You haven’t made your case yet.”
“You—”
“All you have really convinced me so far is you’re my cumslut,” he cuts me off. “So I’ll give you my dick and I’ll come inside you but I’m also flushing these down the toilet.”
“But what if I get pregnant?” I whine, pressing my thighs together, my hips twisting.
He closes his eyes then and rests his head back on the wall, exposing his throat. All gorgeous and stubbled and so fucking masculine. I watch his Adam’s apple vibrate with his moan before he says, “That’s the dream, isn’t it?”
Yes. God, yes, it is. But I don’t dare say it or even think it for more than a second. Instead, I say, “No, no it’s not.”
He opens his eyes, all stoned and dark. “Fuck yeah, it is. Imagine my seed taking root, baby. Imagine your tight tummy all swollen with my baby. And it won’t even take a lot, I don’t think. If I really gave it a serious shot, I’ll breed you on the first try. Or I won’t let you out of my bed until you pee on a stick and I see two pink lines on there.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
My hands are fisted at my sides, but I’m so tempted to touch myself right now. I’m so tempted to stick my hand down my panties and play with my clit like he’s taught me to do during my period. “Shepard, please.”
“Fuck, and then,” he says, still stroking his dick all slowly and leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world and as if he’s weaving the dream right in front of me, “I’m going to be one of those guys who keep touching their girl’s bump. Who keep caressing it, rubbing it, kissing it, licking it. I think I’m going to come on it too, just because I’m going to be so horny, looking at it. I’m going to be walking around with a constant hard-on. But I’m not a complete asshole. I read about it. About the round ligament pain. About how when your belly swells and stretches out, it hurts you. So of course I’m going to give you belly massages too. Back massages. Feet massages. And you know I can, right? Because I do it so well when you’re on your period.”
It's like he’s making a case for himself here. Like he’s trying to convince me to have a baby with him. And the truth is that he doesn’t have to. I’m already convinced. I’m so, so convinced to make a family with him. With this lonely man. A man made to love and be loved.
“And then of course, you know what’s coming, right?” he asks, breaking into my thoughts.
“What?”
“Your tits,” he replies, closing his eyes again, arching even further. “I love your tits right now, a perfect handful and so fucking tasty. Perfect canvas for all my little teeth marks. But when you’re knocked up, I’m going to fucking lose my shit. I’m going to lose my mind at how big they’ll be. How they’ll be all swollen and ripe. Juicy. Your nipples will change color and go all dark. There will be blue veins going up and down.” He squeezes his dick so hard, he jerks and grunts, his face scrunching up in pain. “Fuck, I’m already losing it.”
“God, Shepard, stop,” I say even though I’m playing with my tits now. I’m touching them over his jersey, the material scraping against my nipples, making them hurt so good. Not as good as he can hurt them, but close.
“And you call me obsessed, don’t you?” he continues, “Well, baby, you don’t know the first thing about how obsessed I’ll get until the milk starts coming in.”
I jerk, pulling at my nipple. “What?”
“You didn’t think I’d let that go, did you. I have gulped down your cum. Tasted your virgin blood, licked your period blood. Of course I am going to drink your milk. And I know you are going to like it. You liked feeling your belly swell with my cock too, didn’t you.”
I did, yes.
When he was giving me a tummy massage while fucking me slowly, I put my hand down there too. And holy God, I could feel him. I could feel his hard cock running in and out of me. And it was the most intense experience of my life.
The most intimate. Like this one.
