His words run on a loop as he eats me out and I attempt to form a string of coherent words together. He has already given me everything I could have ever hoped for. And even things I never knew I wanted, or needed.
When he removes his tongue, he switches to his fingers. Lights burst behind my eyelids and my moans echo off the motel walls. Those two fingers scissor me open, making room for his fat cock to slide inside me and claim me once again.
As he feathers kisses and nibbles along my backside, my back arches and pushes his fingers deeper inside me. My lustful noises would make any porn star proud as he plays my body like a well-known instrument. I love how he just knows what I need. And yet is still precious enough to check in to make sure he never pushes me too far.
“Fuck,” I moan when he presses a third finger inside me. “Breed me, Adriel,” I demand, not able to take the teasing any longer. I need him to skewer me, spread me wide open. The ache from our previous romp has faded, and I need it replaced. I love feeling where he’s been after we’re done.
Adriel freezes, his fingers still buried deep inside me. His free hand wraps around my chest and sits us up until my back presses into his chest. I lean my head to the side as he runs his nose sweetly along my neck. The hand on my chest slowly slides down my front and settles over my flat stomach.
“If only that were possible,” he murmurs against my neck, eliciting goosebumps down my back.
“Now that would be a sight,” I tease, rocking harder down on his stagnant fingers.
“It would be a hot as fuck sight.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “When did your language become so crass?”
His fingers start to move again, stretching me open and pressing into my prostate, forcing another loud moan frommy lips. “Well, when my boyfriend has such a foul mouth and encourages me to read to catch up on modern language. However, when he only has me read porn and male pregnancy novels, what else am I supposed to think?”
He enunciates his point by pressing his fingers in harder.
“It’s called smut and mpreg, babe.”
“It sounds more like a cock tease since my magic can’t actually mpreg you.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to breed me?” I pout.
Adriel slides his fingers from my body and flips me around so I’m sprawled out in front of him on my back. “I never said that,” he growls, pressing his weight between my legs. Gripping the base of his cock, he presses into me in one quick thrust.
I throw my head back, pressing it harder into the pillows. “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s right, my pretty bird.” His hips rock further away, giving him space to latch his arms under my knees, before he slams back inside me. “Sing beautifully for me.”
Adriel’s tempo is fast, desperate as he fills me to near bursting. Each thrust causes the air in my lungs towooshout of me with gutturalfucksandyesses.
Flesh against flesh slapping together, mixing with our pleasure until I’m clamping down hard on him and crying out my finish.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Adriel pants, not bothering to slow down until he throws his head back and cries out his own finish. Filling my body with his warmth. The image of me rounded with his child sending another spurt of cum to convulse from my tip.
Our shared panting is the only sound in the now-silent room. It takes both of us a few moments to compose ourselves enough.
“Did I hurt you?” Adriel asks, worry pinching his brows.
I shake my head, cupping his scruffy cheek. “Never, my love.” He leans in for a desperate kiss, something he still can’t seemto get enough of now that we can touch. Even though it’s been nearly a year. But I love that he can’t keep his hands off me.
“I love you,” he says, pressing one more kiss to my lips.
I grumble as he slides out of me, my hole clenching around nothing and making me feel empty.
He growls low in his chest. “And I love watching my cum spill from your swollen hole.” His eyes stare intently, using his finger to push it back inside me.
The act earns him another chuckle. “Such a romantic.”
My phone rings as I throw the last of our toiletries into the bag. I turn the screen to see Grandma Julia’s name flash across with a picture of her and Ludo cuddling while she knits him a small pouch to make carrying him around easier. I still can’t get over how cute the two of them are together.
“Hi, Grandma,” I answer, tossing my toiletry bag into my knapsack.
“Hi, sweetheart. How are my boys?” she asks sweetly.
