My knees are on the sofa, my bottom in the air, my breasts squashed into the cushions, and he brings my hands to the small of my back so I’m helpless.
“I want you,” he growls. Then his fat cock rams into me, and I scream with the overwhelming pleasure of it. The ownership. The shock that spikes ecstasy to my clit.
His pace is relentless immediately, using me exactly as I asked him to.
This angle is different. Animalistic and dirty in all the best ways. He’s so deep in me I can feel him under my ribs, reshaping me. He’s in me. Permanently.
“So beautiful, so good. My good girl taking my cock like this.” His voice is gravel.
His hands go to my hips and he doesn’t hesitate. The next moment, his hand is between my legs, on my clit, demanding. And his other hand gathers my hair and tugs. The combination is a spark on every pleasure sensor in me.
“Kon, Kon. Please!” I give in to the sensations crashing into me like his cock and his hands are working to squash more and more bliss into me.
My face is pressed into the sofa cushions, I can barely breathe, I can’t think. The world is a blur except for the solid, real feeling of Kon’s dick inside me, fast, hard, rubbing a spotdeep in my pussy that rolls ecstasy over me even as my orgasm’s peak recedes.
“I’m going to come in you, Taylor. Fill you up to overflowing, breed you. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” I mouth.
“Tell me,” he insists, his cock thickening, opening me up more for him. I’m sopping wet.
“Yes!” And then pleasure overwhelms me again. It crashes into me as hard as Kon himself, making my knees slide out as I can’t hold myself up any longer. The bliss pulses from where we join, rippling through me.
It’s loud this time, and my words must be what Kon needs, because he roars, and through my spasms, I feel him spurt white-hot heat into me, coming deep in my pussy.
I hold onto that sensation through the torrent of pleasure, wanting to keep it. The first moment Kon released fully inside me. The ownership is primal. Him of me, and me of him.
Mine.
“Yes, I’m yours,” Kon murmurs roughly as he slides out of me and collapses next to me, pulling me over onto him and wrapping his arms around me. I realise through the haze of pleasure that I said that word aloud. “I love you. I belong to you, and you’re mine, as well.”
I’m a puddle as we both recover. Kon kisses my forehead and cups my pussy when his seed leaks out, pushing it gently back in with his fingers.
And all the while, he whispers words of love and praise. How he loves me. How he needed that. How he can’t wait to fill me up again. That he’ll never let me go.
We lie there for a long time, entwined together.
Then Kon makes a rumbling sound from low in his chest, grips me tighter, and in one smooth movement sits up, propping me against the back of the sofa.
I watch, still a bit dazed, as he walks away, casually naked and I have to stifle a moan of pure desire at the sight.
But he heads to the front door.
“What are you doing?” I squeal as he pulls it open while entirely naked. This man really has no shame about answering the door in the buff. “Where are you going?”
“Getting the items I ordered,” he replies with a wicked grin. Then he steps out and I give the sort of scandalised gasp that should be accompanied by pearl clutching.
But thankfully within seconds Kon is back inside, his arms full of small cardboard boxes.
Huh?
“You said you needed confirmation,” he says, dropping them onto the sofa next to me, and I finally recognise what they are. “So we’ll make sure you really are pregnant tonight.”
Pregnancy tests.
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