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“Good,” he praises. “So then, I’ll fuck your womb. I’ll fuck it and fuck it, all the while thinking and thinking about your belly swelling up.”
I pant now, unable to drag in enough air.
As he spins his erotic tale. As he tells me his favorite dream.
Licking his lips, he continues, “I’ll fuck it while thinking about your womb growing and expanding. Becoming bigger and bigger. But then that’s not the only part of you that’ll be bigger.”
“What else?”
He presses a hard kiss. “Your tits will grow too.”
My tits tingle at his words. “Oh yeah.”
And his eyes go back to my naked breasts. “They’ll become big and heavy. Creamy.” He palms them again, both at the same time. “Milky.”
Speechless, I arch into him, offering him more.
“Jesus Christ, the day you start to drip from here,” he worries my nipples, “I’ll be done. It’ll be game over for me.”
“I’m…”
He worries and worries my nipples, watching them with fevered, manic eyes. “I’ll fucking worship at the altar of them. I will. I will latch onto them, I swear to God, and never ever let go. I’ll drink from them from sunup to sundown.”
I gasp, all shy and hot.
Very strangely horny. Even so, the good girl in me protests. “But R-Reign, that’s… No.”
“You serious, right now?” he asks, disbelieving, still watching my tits, still playing with them but with a frown now. “You’re seriously going to keep me from your milky tits.”
“I… I’m…”
“Because I’ll die,” he growls, plumping up my flesh.
“Y-you’re just being dramatic.”
At this, he does look up. “Fuck no. Wanting to drink from my girl’s tits who’s going to have my fucking baby is not drama. It’s just how things are. It’s just how I’m going to show her that I’m grateful. I’m so fucking grateful, Bubblegum, to you. For making me the happiest that I’ve ever been in my life.”
And then, I break down and say, “Okay. Okay.”
Because how can I not?
How can I take this away from him?
I’m not cruel. I’m not that kind of a good girl.
What I am ishisgood girl.
So he can drink from my tits if he wants to.
“Yeah?” he asks in a rough, barely-there voice. “You’ll let me suckle your tits then?”
“Oh God, yes. Yes.”
“Even when they get all sore and hurt-y.”
“Y-yeah. Because you’ll make them better.”
“Fuck yeah, I will.” He rewards me again with a kiss. “I’ll make it all better for you, I promise. And you know I don’t break promises to you.”
