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His thick dick is such a perfect tool as he hammers me. I tip my head back and grit my teeth as he builds up the tension – slam, slam, slamming at me, but keeping me hanging. Fuck, my clit is stinging, but it’s so nice that I’m crying out in bliss when he bursts his balls and shoots his first load. He’s in all the way, his dick buried to the hilt, and he stares at it with a smile.
“You’ve got my whole load in there,” he says. “That’s my angel.”
“Thanks, Griff, and you know what? It’s dribbling its way right into my womb, right now, and it’ll make me pregnant. I can feel it. I’m going to have your baby.”
He holds my legs high in position.
“You’re my bitch now.” His grin is filth. “Once you’re knocked up with my baby, you’re my bitch for all time. No other man’s gonna be touching you.”
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be your bitch.” I grin back. “You’ll be watching our little boy grow nice and big inside me. You’ll be training my tits ready to nurse him, and you’ll watch my pussy strain to set him free.”
His groan is guttural.
“I can’t wait to see you push our baby out. It’ll tear you apart, you know that?”
I nod. “That’s what I want, though. I know our son is going to be a big boy, just like his daddy. Just think how big my belly is going to get, Griff. My tits are going to be so fucking huge, trying to feed him.” I mash my cleavage, my nipples still wounded, sore. “Suckle on me again,” I say. “Train my fucking tits to take it. You need to.”
Griff manhandles me like a pro, keeping his cock buried deep as he lowers my legs and presents his mouth back at my nipple. It hurts so bad second time around, but I love the sound of him swallowing as well as sucking. I imagine my tits delivering milk into this brute’s mouth and I start working my hips, wanting round two of his cum inside me.
He’s got me sold on this. I’m in the headspace with no reserve.
The primitive magic of flesh dances with the pulse of life as we move with the urges. His dick slams back in deep, like a man out to claim his woman’s womb, and my pussy welcomes him. Our bodies work in rhythm, doing our best to get his seed as deep into my cunt as it can possibly go. But we don’t rush it. Don’t push it. Just keep dancing to the dirty hot beat.
I’m moaning at the thrusts, and he’s grunting as he sucks at me, letting out a groan of dirty pleasure as he changes nipple. His hips pick up speed, and I raise mine until he has my G-spot nailed, and then I’m lost to everything but chasing my next orgasm and draining his balls. I want his next full fucking load.
Hell, it takes fucking ages this time around, but it’s a delicious ride all the way. I love how sweaty and heavy he is when he slams into me.
“Please,” I whimper. “Fill me up, Griff, give me your cum. I want your baby. I want your baby boy!”
He’s grunting so hard he doesn’t have any words, just more hip slams as he thrust, thrust, thrusts for the second round, emptying his balls all over again.
“Leg’s up, quick,” he says, and wrestles me into position with my knees to my chest, so his cum seeps in deeper.
I look at him, fascinated by how he stares at my pussy, as though he really does want to knock me up and give me a baby.
And then I wonder…
Will Josh ever look at me like that?
Will he ever want to unload his cum in my womb and give me his baby?
Will he suckle on my tits to get me ready? Will he be there at the birth to hold my hand?
The ideas make me churn. Heady.
I always figured it would be Connor whose baby I would bring into this world, but no, it won’t be. So, will it be Josh’s instead?
My stomach flips, and I get a rush of weird tingles so strong I feel faint.
I want to have Josh’s children. One day, I want to be a mum.
“That’s it, angel,” Griff says with a grin. “You’re all knocked up. Can you feel my baby inside you?”
I grin back at him, with a sigh, rubbing my stomach like I’m proud.
“Yes, I can. I know it. I’m pregnant with your son.”
At that, Griff is back to User 3092. He helps me up to my feet and gives me a hand to get my clothes together, then asks me again if I’d like a drink, now the action is over. I’d consider a cup of tea if I didn’t catch sight of the clock on the wall in the living room. Shit. I’m twenty minutes overdue and counting.
