Page 13 of Only His

It floods me with warmth and as we take it deeper and deeper, literally as his he fucks me hard from behind, I can’t stop from coming with a scream.

“That’s right, come on this cock, show me what a good girl you can be,” Mark crows in my ear as his hand wraps around my throat again. “Come so that pussy opens up good and lets me dump my cum straight into that empty womb of yours. Yeah, I think breeding your little girl pussy will finally teach you to behave, won’t it?”

“No! No, don’t you dare…I’m not on anything,” I cry as every part of me is completely turned on. “You could get me pregnant…please don’t. I’ll be good, I promise. Just don’t…”

“Too late, this hungry pussy belongs to me now and I’m going to fuck it full of a baby. Then next year when you misbehave and are back in my detention, I can suck all that milk out of your tits while I breed you again,” he grunts, slamming into me, and I come as he goes off, flooding me with his delicious cum I usually end up drinking around this time of the month instead of feeling it inside me. I’ve never gone on birth control, we’ve just been careful when it’s that time of the month because once my cycles have restarted, they’ve been clockwork regular.

A little whine falls as Mark pulls out of me, and he gives my hot ass a spank making me let out a little yelp. I have a love/hate relationship with the cane. I love it in the moment, but hate it the next day, especially if he spanks me in the same spots without his cock inside me giving me pleasure at the same time.

“I think you enjoyed your detention for once, didn’t you, Miss Ginny?” he teases bringing his cock back around to my face. “Show me, clean me off so I don’t go home to my wife with your pussy juice all over it.”

“Eww…no, I won’t…agg…” slips out as he pushes his cock into my mouth. It’s semi-hard still and his hand presses against the back of my head holding me there until I’ve cleaned it.

“See, I knew you were lying about promising to be a good girl. I’ll see you back here tomorrow for your next detention.”

“But why?” I whine. “I only had one…”

“You broke the rules showing up wearing that slutty little girl outfit, thinking it would keep that pussy safe. That means another detention. Besides, I’ll need to fill this pussy up more than once to make sure it’s bred,” he adds, giving me another spank before moving out of my sight and holy shit…it makes me hungry to have him all over again.

A minute later, a warm washcloth slips over my pussy, cleaning up the worst of the mess, before my arms and legs are free of the restraints and Mark presses a kiss to my neck, telling me we’re definitely done with the game for today and I turn into his arms, grinning as I look up at him. “Did you mean it?”

“About breeding you again? Absolutely,” he says lifting me until he slips into my pussy, fucking me gently as I shiver with hunger for it. “Your milk’s dried up and I can’t stand not getting my sweet treat from them while my cock’s deep inside you. Christian is almost two and you’re young enough to easily handle another pregnancy. Even with my big boys.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll get my girl this time,” I whisper into his ear, shaking as he comes hard with that, which sets off my own right behind his.

All of my tension has disappeared as we go to bed that night, and a couple weeks later, I slip the pregnancy test onto the table in front of Mark instead of his breakfast plate. Which ends up with me being his breakfast after all of the boys are finished and being watched over—or settled into the playroom as with the younger two. Christian will be two in July, while Tyler will be four in November and the playroom is a safe space for them to play in, even if not in my direct eyeline while their daddy and I have a little celebration.

Our oldest four gladly go outside to help Jones with the animals and I know Matthew who’s now nine will keep an eye on Grady, who turned five the week before my birthday. Between them is Hutton, who will be eight in August, and Bradley, who turned six in March, and they both listen to Jones well, letting me enjoy the stolen little moment with Mark.

Dad isn’t surprised when we tell them we’re expecting another baby, but he is shocked when he and Pam bring the boys by to meet our newest baby to find our sweet Genevive Machelle in my arms rather than a little boy. I adore the way Mark looks at her, how gently he holds her as he shows her off to our boys, and when his eyes meet mine, I know I won’t argue if he wants to repeat my birthday game from last year this one. I thought I was good with our six boys, but now, I think Genevive needs a sister to grow up with.

And a little over a year later, she gets one thanks to her daddy demanding I breed for him my entire birthday weekend. Our sweet Georgia Kay is the best addition to our family, and the look in Mark’s eyes as he slips my necklace back around my neck, putting his ownership over me on me once more, I can tell he agrees with me entirely as usual.

“I love you, angel. Always such a good pet, aren’t you?” he teases, dropping a kiss onto my lips that has me sighing happily in agreement.

“Just for you, Mark. Always you. Only you. Never wanted or loved anyone but you—and these amazing babies you’ve given me,” I add because no way can I ignore them. No way would I want to either, especially with my mother completely out of my life after a warning from Mark that he’d destroy her if she ever bothered me again. He may not be my daddy, but he’s my everything else, and that means keeping me safe and loving me however he deems best. I’ll never complain about it though, because he’s always right about what I need and takes care of me like a good owner does to prove just how much they love their sweet little pet.