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I have this new obsession that makes our lovemaking even more sublime for me. The need, no the want, to get her with child. It’s a new, heady feeling that I’ve never experienced before, and the intensity of those feelings makes me cum harder than at any other time.

Like now, once I got her off a couple of times, it was my turn, and just as with every other time since I first took her, my only thought as I came deep inside her was that, hopefully, this time would do the trick.

I didn’t pull out of her right away. Instead, we laid there fused together, our lips sealed as she ran her hands up and down my back while my cock dripped the last of my seed inside her. She relaxed her legs and let them drop to the side, but her arms still held me close as I stayed there with my face buried in her neck.

“Good morning.” She was the first to speak once our kiss was broken. I kissed her forehead and replied the same. It was such a beautiful moment that there was no way I could’ve expected what came next.

As soon as I pulled out of her, she rolled out of bed, and as if by design, her phone went off with an alert. “Will you get that? I need to pee.” She ran into the bathroom, and I picked up the phone, not understanding what the hell I was looking at.

I didn’t understand the message and had to read it a couple of times until my blood boiled. She came back into the room, drying her hands. “Did you get it?”

I held up the phone for her to see the screen.

“Who is this?”

“Oh, that’s my potential Tinder date once we get back home.”

“Your what?” My mind went blank, then hot.

“Oh, don’t you know what Tinder is? I guess someone as wealthy as you wouldn’t need something like that. It’s a dating app. I hear it’s pretty good.”

She walked around the room still naked with my cum running down her inner thigh, spewing that shit like it made sense.

“Alyssa, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I told you. He’s my potential new friend.” I got up off the bed and went to stand in front of her. “Explain!”

“Sweetie, you can have long, drawn-out conversations with someone you used to fuck for eight years; I don’t know this dude. How you living?” She walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I came unstuck when I heard the shower come on.

ALYSSA

Dammit! I can’t even take a shower in peace; why the hell is he slamming on that damn door? I had my head buried under the water spray, trying to wash the shampoo out, when I felt him get in behind me. “Who’s the one with the death wish now? Are you fucking kidding me?” He backed me up against the wall.

I swiped my hair off my face to look up at the fire-breathing dragon. “What’s the matter? You stub your toe?”

“Don’t play with me. Who the fuck is that guy?”

“Which one? I think I matched with about ten in my area. Who was it, Eric? He seems nice, a little shy, but cute.”

My eyes widened when his hand went around my throat. “Do you want ten dead strangers on your conscience?”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. I thought it was open season. You can talk to chicks; I can talk to dicks.”

“I explained….”

“Yeah, and so did I. Now move so I can finish my shower.” He didn’t move but got closer instead, then he bit my lip hard, and the next thing I knew, I was impaled on his cock. Whatever!

I jumped out of the shower once we were done, and he was busy washing his hair. By the time he came out of the bathroom I was on my phone typing away. He rushed me for my phone and read the screen.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What is this?”

“I’m checking my emails. I do have a life, you know.”

“Alyssa, do you know who you’re playing with?”

“Do you?”

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