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“Oz, we need to start being careful. What are we going to do if you do actually get me pregnant?”
“I want you pregnant,” I say bluntly.
“No, you don’t!” she gasps, her eyes wide, even though her voice is still tiny. “I know talking about it while we’re…” Her voice trails off like she can’t quite figure out what word to use.
“Fucking.” I fill the gap in with a smirk.
Sighing, she lifts her hands up and drapes them over my shoulders. “Guys get to walk away, but I won’t. I’ll be alone with a baby. I know it’s hot, you talking about”—her voice lowers to a whisper—“breeding me. But we need to start being responsible enough to make sure it doesn’t actually happen. I’ll speak to my doctor about starting the pill or something, but you need to use condoms in the meantime, and I need to go and get a Plan B.”
“No,” I snarl through gritted teeth.
“Oz.”
“Etta,” I say, echoing her own exasperated tone with my own.
“This is my life,” she pleads.
“You don’t want my baby?” I ask, my voice low and rough, unable to hide the hurt in my voice.
“It’s not…it’s…this is crazy.”
“Answer my question, Etta. Tell me you don’t want my baby. Tell me you haven’t been imagining what a little baby girl or boy that was half you and half me would look like.”
“It’s crazy,” she protests, but she’s not telling me that she doesn’t want my kids.
Lifting her higher in the air, I encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist, then lower her wet cunt down onto my waiting cock.
“Oz,” she moans.
Walking her across the room until her back is pressed against the wall, I grip her face, forcing her to look at me while I unload all of my truth on her. “Your cunt was made for me, Etta. It was made to be stretched by my cock, filled with my cum, and then to give birth to my babies. You were made for me. We might have had a messed-up start, but now that we’ve found our way back into each other’s lives, I won’t ever let you go. There’s no walking away for me, Little One. Not for either of us. I want you pregnant, I want you bred with my baby, I want to claim every inch of you inside and out, and I want you to feel the same way about me. You didn’t run, Etta. You had chance to try to leave me, but you didn’t. That was the only opportunity you’ll ever have, and now that you chose to stay, I’m going to bind you to me so tightly neither one of us will ever be able to breathe without the other again. So, there’ll be no birth control, there’ll be no condoms or Plan B. I’m going to fuck you over and over until you’re pregnant, and we’re both going to fucking love it.”
By the time I’ve finished speaking, my hips are rolling, and her mouth is hanging open.
“Oz, we can’t?—”
“We are,” I snap. Lowering the hand from her cheek to her throat, I hold her in place without gripping tight enough to bruise. Pulling almost all the way out, I slam back in, snapping my hips until they crash against her own.
“It doesn’t matter how long it takes, I’m going to pump you full of my cum every day for the rest of our lives. I’m going to breed you over and over until we have an army of beautiful babies who look just like you, and then when we’re done, I’ll keep fucking you like I’m trying to breed you until the day I die. Keeping you well-fucked, well-bred, and happy became my life’s mission four days ago, and I’ll never stop, because you’re mine, Etta, all fucking mine.”
I fuck her while I talk, slamming into her over and over while she writhes against the wall, trying to move with me but unable to with how tightly I’m holding her.
“Oz, please, she begs.”
“No. Stay still and take what I’m giving you,” I snap, palming both of her hips and holding her still while I buck up into her.
“Come on my cock, show me how much you want to be full of my cum,” I order.
I feel the moment her orgasm splinters inside of her as full body tremors ripple through her and she clenches around my dick so tightly, I can barely move.
“Good girl. That’s it, Jesus, your cunt is perfection,” I growl, burying my face into her neck and forcing my dick to slide in and out of her perfect clamp-like vagina.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chants as a second, slightly less powerful release barrels through her.
Instead of slowing, I rut into her, hard and fast and deep, helping her orgasm build until I spill inside of her in painful bursts that have my knees threatening to buckle.
Peeling her back off the wall, I hold her up with an arm under her butt, then turn and carry her across the room, climbing onto the bed and settling against the pillows with her in my lap.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, resting her cheek on my shoulder as we both try to slow our ragged breathing.
