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Two.
Ahfuuuck.
Three.
I reached between us and ran a finger over her piercing, making her shudder. She stretched, squirmed. I stilled, holding my breath. Dreaming, she whimpered.
“That’s right, sweet girl,” I breathed in her ear. “Are you dreaming of this cock filling you up? Maybe we’ll start a baby in your pretty belly, and you won’t even remember it happening.”
I hissed as my cock bucked. So fucking close, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I’d been lying to myself when I’d thought I’d be able to stop.
Slowly, I slid hilt-deep inside her, my balls drawing up with the need to spill. Her body was lax—her face serene and composed. I pulled partway out then eased back in, reveling in the sight of her dishabille, and the squeeze of her body around my cock. Her lips were parted in sleep, and I let saliva pool in my mouth, then drip down into hers, feeding her my spit. She swallowed convulsively, her soft mouth pink and wet.
“There’s my good girl.” I licked her bottom lip, then kissed her unresponsive mouth like the weirdest of creeps.
My hips found a gentle rhythm that gradually picked up pace as my control slipped. Her body was limp and pliant under mine, and I couldn’t help but gather her to me and slide in as deep as she could take me, as I got closer to the edge.
Her breasts trembled with each careful thrust, their rose tips glinting with the cruel metal rings she wore in them.
At any moment she’d wake, but for now she was a marionette with no puppeteer—a beautiful doll to fill with my lust.La belle au bois dormant. I would be the villain in her story, taking what I wanted instead of a chaste kiss. The evil prince who would visit every night to admire, taste, touch, fill her up…then watch in rapt fascination as her belly swelled with the life I put inside her.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Do you want my cum,ma jolie? I can’t hold back any longer.”
No answer passed her lips. Her brow was smooth, still unaware she was being fucked. Her mind was far away.
My orgasm refused to obey me any longer, straining at the base of my cock until it broke my control, bursting from me with such violence that I sobbed. The sound echoed in the room, loud and humiliating, but I was too far gone to care. I pumped into her again and again, the pleasure almost too much to bear. When the storm had ebbed to after shudders, I held myself deep inside her pussy, and I could have sworn it rippled around me. She gave a fitful snore and mumbled something. I laughed silently, surprised she’d slept through all of it.
Carefully, I pulled out, trying not to waste my gift to her. I slid a pillow under her bottom, hoping to keep my seed where it would do the most good. Awkwardly, I shifted off her and checked, finding some of my cum sliding from her pretty pussy. I scooped it with my fingers and pushed it back in, enjoying how slick I’d made her and the sight of her brimming with my claim on her.
A possessive bliss settled over me.
I rested my head on her chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. Unable to resist, I suckled her nipple until it was rosy and sore looking, then did the same to the other.
Sleep tried to drag me down. Relaxed, sated, I wished I could curl up with her and let it happen. I cuddled her to me, finding it nicer than I’d expected. The fact that she was asleep made it easier. Maybe I’d try it again sometime soon.
Tonight, though, I had other plans.
I fetched my backpack.
My excitement helped me shake off sleep’s clinging tendrils.
If fucking her hadn’t woken her, I doubted this would.
“I love you, Tarryn.”
She couldn’t answer, but I knew she loved me, too.
Chapter Three: Tarryn
The piercing shrill of my alarm had to work through several layers of muddiness until my brain registered that it was time to wake up. I lay there momentarily, cursing the fact that I was an adult who needed to get out of bed. It didn’t seem to matter how much I loved my job, I was not and never had been a morning person. The sleep meds didn’t help.
As my brain came back online, I pushed up to sit on the edge of my bed and sighed in disgruntled irritation.
What was that smell? Was that coffee? I yawned, wishing it was, but knowing my imagination was playing tricks on me. I slid off my too high mattress onto the floor. Why was the inside of my hip so itchy? I tried to scratch, and found something in the way. What on earth? I lifted my sleep shirt and peered down to find a bandage taped to the inside of my hip.
Hadn’t I worn panties to bed?
One person came immediately to mind.
