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Story: Dead Rinker

“I want you with me, every day, night, every goddamn minute. Bring all your houseplants, even Herbert, and let me have you all to myself.”

“Jensen—”

“JJ.”

“JJ,” she corrects. “We’ve been together for only a few hours, and now you’re asking me to move in with you. That’s a huge deal.”

She gasps again as I tilt her hips and hit deeper.

“Not really, Princess. It’s just a step towards the rock I have in my dresser drawer.”

“Wait. What?”

“You can try it on for size if you like. But judging by the way my cock fits you, I know it’s going to be perfect.”

Rocking her faster, she begins to unravel for a second time.

Bath water splashes everywhere as I reach up and unclip her hair, tossing it to one side.

“Yes, ohmygod, that’s fucking amazing.” she cries.

“Tell me you want me to give you another baby.”

“Yes, I do. Come inside me.”

And I do, over and over again. My entire body shakes and shudders as I empty myself into my girlfriend. “I love you,” I whisper.

Rising off me, she spins around and then sits back down on my still-hard dick. Being face to face, eye to eye with the most beautiful woman in the world as I enter her is everything.

“You gave me your cock before I said yes,” she jibes.

Leaning her back, I take one of her nipple piercings into my mouth, biting down gently and tugging it. She writhes in pleasure, so I move on to the next.

Popping off her breast, I stare up at her as she continues to take what she wants from me. “Move in with me, Kate. I want you and our babies under the same roof permanently.”

Her head falls back as she comes again, and her pussy tightens around my cock, drawing another orgasm from me.

“Okay,” she squeaks out. “I’ll move in with you.”

Layingher down on my bed, her towel dried hair is still wet when I run my fingers through it and lie down beside her, stroking her stomach.

“Ooof.” She winces, her hand flying over mine.

Wow, that one was strong. “I felt that too.”

She nods, but her face twists in pain. “Yeah, but this one actually hurt.”

Kate winces again, and I feel another hard kick, almost like they’re unsettled. “Wait here.”

When I get back to the room, she’s lying on her side facing me. Like a fucking angel or something.

Her eyes go wide when they drop to what I’m holding. “Wait, do you…play the guitar?”

I walk over to her in just my gray boxer briefs and sit next to her on the bed. “Come sit in my lap.”

For a confident woman in public, Kate Monroe sure is tentative behind closed doors. She hesitates and then winces again. “They’re definitely strong.” She laughs. “I also think one of them has the hiccups.”

“Come here.”