“Sorry that you attempted to betray me and leave, or sorry that you were caught and punished?” My cock was hard as stone. I needed to fuck her.
“All of it.”
Sloane squeaked in alarm at the speed in which I shifted my body, moving off her arms and positioning myself between her thighs. She lifted her hips to meet my cock, but I did not breach her cunt with it.
“Tell me why?”
She hyperventilated her need. “I’m scared. I’m scared of you. I’m scared of us. I’m scared of what you have planned for me.”
I leaned over and kissed her, hard, taking possession of her mouth. As my tongue plunged in to meet hers, I thrust my hips and pushed deep into her tight warmth. She moaned in protest, tensing from the pain of my cock brutally forcing her channel to accommodate my girth.
Kissing her, tasting her, I stole her breath and waited for her to relax before I began fucking her. Once she settled into me, I took my time mastering her body. One part of me wanted to tell her not to be scared, that I had her back. Because I did. She was mine. I protected what was mine.
But the truth was, she needed to fear me. I was not a good man. While fond of her, I could have slit her throat earlier and still slept peacefully through the night. And if she ever tried to leave me again, I would do just that.
I lifted her legs high and plowed her deeply. “You have no need to worry about motherhood. Our son will have the best of everything.”
“No.” Sloane raked her nails across my back. “I don’t want this!”
“But I do, so it will be.”
“No,” she reiterated.
“Can you feel me in your womb? I’m brushing up against it right now, so my seed can fill it swiftly.”
“No,” she cried, cringing as I bottomed out to show her just who owned her body.
“You want my babies, too. You’re just too ashamed to admit it.”
When she clamped down on me, her body betraying her, I knew I was correct. Her mind rebelled, maybe, but her body knew who she belonged to, who to respond to, who to please.
“No! I don’t. I can’t. Please,” she begged, arching her back.
I sped up. “Come all over this cock,malishka.The dick that’s going to breed you every single day. You’ll have my cum inside of you twenty-four-seven. And when you’re swollen with our child, I’ll squeeze and suck the milk out of your luscious breasts.” I reached forward and grabbed one, squeezing it so she knew what I would do to them.
“No! No! God, no!” she cried out.
Sloane was coming, and she was taking me with her.
“Fuck, that’s it,malen'kaya ptitsa—little bird, choke my cock.” I groaned into her neck.
“Oh God! Alexie! Alexie!”
Hearing my name on her lips like that made me that much more determined to breed her. I wanted to hear that for the rest of my life.
I lifted her legs more on my shoulders and folded her in half so that her feet were practically over her head. She screamed, and with her vaginal muscles so tight around my shaft, I thought she might squeeze me out. But I wasn’t having it. I grunted in my effort to plow deeper, harder, faster. While I was pleased to know this pussy was strong enough to push out my heir, I myself was determined to pound inside her until I burst.
“No, no, Alexie, it’s too much!” she cried “It’s too good!”
“Take it,malishka,” I snarled.
It was like a dam broke. It was powerful. She shook her head side-to-side, the guttural cries emanating from her throat made her sound like a woman possessed as she rode out wave after wave, consumed by the sheer pleasure and pain of her multiple orgasms. She shuddered beneath me, her cum flowing between us as freely as her blood. She came and came and came until she finally went limp in her exhaustion, spent.
…la petite mort.
A little death.
Then for me…