I Can't Believe You're Pregnant

by Lily Vega

  I sat up and grabbed her tits, burying my face in them; she smelled so good, sweet and musky and so distinctly of her, and her pussy was warm and tight around my cock as I kissed and licked at her giant breasts. I could barely get my hands around them, and somehow that made me even crazier, knowing there was more to her than I could possibly fit in my grasp. I massaged her flesh, her stomach pressing into me, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and began to ride me harder than before.

  “Oh…” She moaned, her voice high and desperate, as I leaned up to kiss her neck again, coming her for air from between her breasts. I moved into her, inhaling her sweet scent, reminding myself over and over again that this woman who I was inside was carrying my child. There was something so intense about that, a mixture of erotic and intimate that felt as though it was going to make my head explode. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, her grinding down against me and me moving up into her and taking breaks to suck and lick on her breasts, but when she spoke again I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Breed me, Damien,” she demanded, her voice shaky but certain. “I want to feel you come inside me…”

  “Keep going,” I demanded through gritted teeth. Her words were sending shivers up my spine, my balls tingling as I got closer and closer.

  “Please,” she begged. “Cream me, baby, I want to feel your cum in my pregnant pussy…”

  “Fuck!” I let out a cry that seemed to echo around the room for a moment before it faded away, as I sank my fingers into her hips and spunked my load inside her. I held myself there, and moments later she came too, her pussy milking the last few drops from me as we both panted and clung to each other and waited to drift back down to Earth.

  Eventually, she slowly pulled herself off of me, easing herself up and then flopping down on the bed next to me, hands resting on her stomach.

  “Holy shit,” She murmured, and I wasn’t sure if it was for her benefit or mine. “That was…”

  “Yeah, that was pretty fucking amazing,” I agreed, placing my hand lightly over hers. She shot me a look, the same one she’d had on her face down in the bar, and grinned widely.

  “And what makes you think we’re done already?” She remarked. And before I knew it, she had rolled back on top of me and was kissing me once more, and I knew right then and there that this night was only just getting started.