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I push the thick Quin-dildo inside me, panting at the stretch, and wanting so badly to fuck myself to completion with just a little more friction…
“Not yet, baby. I want to pump in and out of your soaking cunt a while, before I spill. Grab my balls, but don’t squeeze them until I tell you to. You’re going to make us both come so hard.”
I hold the massive cock in place, feel around for the dildo’s lube-squirting bulb, and grip it firmly in my hand.
“Mmm… How you doing there, little woman? Got me right where you want me? I love when I’m inside you, dragging back and forth. Feel me sliding in and out of you? Close your eyes. I’m right here, with you. Always. Mine is the only cock loving your pretty cunt and making your babies.”
I moan into my pillows, totally enamored with how well he knows me — knows what makes me tremble with need and desire.
“It’s getting hard to control myself, gorgeous. You’re so fucking tight, I just want to fuck you hard and fast.” Quin grunts in my ears, and I shove his dildo in and out of my gushing pussy. I’m so wet, and we’re not even up to the best part.
He grunts again. “Faster. Hit that fucking spot.”
His breathing is as rapid as mine, and it’s so authentically him, it’s like having him right here, rumbling his filthy directives up close.
“Good girl. Take it.Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” His strained growl reverberates through my body. “You first, my love. Take my cock like a good girl and show me what you’ve got. Feel the stretch, gorgeous. Take me to your limits and let me hit you just right. Fucking squeeze my balls when you come. I’m going to flood your fucking cunt when you squirt for me.”
I angle his cock until I’m so full and stretched, I can barely take it, then I shove at myself hard and squeeze the lube-bulb when my core seizes in a fierce climactic clamp.
A rush of fluid jets inside me, as Quin groans in my ears, and my pussy spasms so intensely, I have to bury my face in the pillows to keep my scream from waking up Curty.
I spray the towels beneath me, soaking them with my squirting pleasure, and I pump his spurting cock in and out of my pussy, as my thighs try to cinch closer around the impressive girth.
My legs begin to tremble, and I collapse onto the damp towels, wetting them more as I lazily slide his cock in and out of my lube-filled pussy. The liquid squelches and tickles when it oozes from me, and I close my eyes, embracing the fantasy of being bred by Quin Montgomery.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ears. “I love you so much, and you’re doing such a good fucking job. I know you’re doing your best, and I think you’re wonderful. You’re the best mom, and I need you to keep taking good care of yourself, because you’re going to have more of my babies one day. I need you in good breeding shape, but right now, you need to get some rest. Lie back and float in our mess a while, baby. Take your time, heading back to reality. I love you so fucking much.”
His voice cracks ever so slightly, before the audio cuts out, and it always brings a tear to my eyes, because I know he misses me as much as I miss him.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before rolling onto my back. I let my fingers slip from the cock between my legs, and it slips out of me on its own. It feels like Quin’s made the gliding movement himself, and I push him back in, to feel it happen again, reveling in the slick mess all over my hands and thighs.
I feel well fucked. Bred. A shiver runs through me, followed by rippling aftershocks in my core.
After my initiation to intercourse, I probably shouldn’t find the idea of being bred this fucking hot, but it’s literally my favorite way to come. Probably because I think about Quin, making happy babies inside me with his love, and not the robotic fucking of an old, spiteful man, using me to teach his son some sick and twisted lesson.
My therapist says some people find strength in recreating past trauma in a controlled and positive way, and maybe that’s what I’ve been doing. Hard to say, when I loved the idea of being bred before I ever had sex. Quin’s letters made it sound as wonderful as he made it feel, and I wouldloveto have more of his babies.
I glance at my slick, shining thighs and sigh.
Real babies. Not hypothetical babies.
I loved being pregnant. I loved breastfeeding and holding my baby and stroking his ginger hair — what a gift that was. If Curty had been darker, like me and Jack, it would’ve been harder to imagine Quin as his dad.
Will all our children have red hair?
I shift my gaze to the ceiling, and it isn’t long before inspiration strikes.
I quickly pull myself together and collect everything into the used towels, move through to the bathroom, and turn on the shower. I washed up, make sure Quin’s cock is clean, and put back away in its box. Dressed for bed, I unlock my door and slip beneath the light covers with a plan.
I take my phone, hitReplyto Jack’s email, and tell him exactly when it will be an acceptable time for Quin and Lucius to come over and build with Curty.
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QUIN
Kira made me wait a week before letting me come over.
I don’t know what that meant, but when I get out of my truck and take a step toward her house, I’m nervous as fuck.
