"Oh God, baby," he says, "you're so fucking wet."
I feel myself squirting, juicy and wet, I'm gushing against the floor. "I'm making a mess," I whimper, but he doesn't relent. He begins to finger me with three of his digits, grinding hard against me as he makes me come over and over again.
"Is that how you like it?" he asks, sopping up my wet juice until I'm shaking, until I'm nothing but his. My thighs shake, my cunt dripping, the orgasm wrecking me until I’m nothing but his.
"It's how I want it," I say, "but please," I gasp, "come inside me. Baby, please, please, please." I beg like I never have before. Desperate for his big, thick cock to ram inside of me the way I need. He knows what I want. He drags me off the counter.
He drops his jeans, his boxers, his cock is thick and hard, bending me over the counter like I need.
I splay my arms against the butcher block as he moves his cock inside me from behind, grinding against me in the way only his thickness can, full and hard, filling me up with all of his inches, all of his girth, until I'm nothing but his, pounded and taken fully, completely. We're breathless and raw, wholly connected. There's nothing left.
"I'm going to fill you up, baby. You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," I moan as he pounds me harder, takes me deeper, his balls slapping against my skin, my cries for more being met with his cock’s capable length. He gives me more. Plenty more.
He cups my tits with both his hands, holding me still as he finishes, as we both come hard the way we need.
"Damn, I know you want to get pregnant, but I might've just put a baby in you."
I laugh, breathless. He pulls out, wrapping me up in his arms, setting me on the counter, looking me over as if I'm the most exquisite thing in the whole damn world.
"What is it?" he asks.
I laugh again, running my hands over his chiseled chest.
"The thing is,” I say, “you already did. I was coming here to let you know. You already knocked me up, baby."
His eyes lift, "Really?"
I nod. "Yes. Are you happy?"
"Yeah," he says. "I'm fucking thrilled. A baby." He cups my belly. "You're giving us another baby?"
"Yes," I whisper. "Can you believe it?"
He smiles. "Of course, I can."
I kiss him again, and this time I hold on tight. I don't let go. His thick cock is still rigid and I love the way it feels pressed between us.
"It's probably totally against the health code to fuck like this in your kitchen."
"Screw the health code," he says, "cause I'm taking you again. Damn. It turns me on, you know, you carrying my child."
I laugh. "Good,” I say, "because I'm horny as hell, hornier than ever."
"Oh yeah?" he says. "How horny?"
"Horny enough that I need your cock in my mouth right now."
My mountain man laughs. "Lucky me," he says, "cause I'm still hard."
I drop to my knees, willing and wanting, more in love than ever. I look up at him and he looks down at me, and he cups my cheek.
"I know when we got together you said it wasn't the storybook ending you were looking for, that it was just the beginning, but this, this is the truest story in the whole damn world. You and me, baby, us."