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Story: Sold to the Beret
My whimpers and moans have turned into loud wails and throaty moans as I babble and plead for mercy.
“Damien…I can’t,” I beg. “Please. I…need to…p-please.”
Suddenly he releases me, sits on the edge of the bed, then lifts me and sits me astride him. He guides his cock into my waiting channel, then slams deep from beneath.
“Oh God!” I convulse hard, grabbing his shoulders, but he doesn’t let up. In this position, his hard cock feels deeper and fuller inside me as he thrusts. His arm bands around my waist, giving him leverage to drive into me.
“Look at me, princess,” he orders in a soft growl, and I open my eyes, suddenly unable to look away.
His face is harsh and his eyes are crazed, filled with deep-seated need and something else—devotion. Another wave of desire grows with every stroke, every thrust, until I’m meeting him thrust for thrust and my moans turns into loud cries. He bends his head to suck a hard nipple into his mouth and I mewl at the added sensation, digging my hands into his shoulders.
The growing desire becomes a roaring fire in my head, building until my breath trembles and every part of my body starts to go taut. Damien releases my nipples and looks at me, his dark gaze penetrating my heart.
“I love you,” he growls, then slams harder and deeper into me, grazing a bundle of nerves.
“I love you!” I scream as my orgasm takes me over.
I clutch him tight and press my face hard into his shoulder as my body convulses, clamping hard on his cock. He grunts loud and jerks repeatedly into me, shooting his release. I quiver and tremble in his embrace, wracked with aftershocks as he continues to thrust shallowly, still coming.
“Fuck, princess,” he whispers hoarsely, pulling back until we’re staring at each other, breathing hard. “It always gets better with you,” he says, kissing me slowly.
This is perfection…
A few minutes later, I’m sated and snugly wrapped in Damien’s arms, breathing in his scent and basking in his body warmth. “What were you going to tell me?” he asks in a low tone, scattering shivers all over my skin.
Excitement sparks inside of me and I look into his loving gaze. “I’m pregnant,” I say softly, grinning wide.
Damien freezes. “What?” Shock is evident in his dark brown eyes.
His eyes widen and I watch excitement and love grow in them as his hand slides to my stomach. “You’re pregnant?” he asks.
I nod, smiling wide at his reaction. “This is the best fucking news,” he whispers hoarsely, claiming my mouth in a long, deep kiss.
When we come up for breath, I look up at him eagerly. “You’re really happy?” I ask.
“The happiest I’ve ever been,” he says sincerely.
I smile, curling into his arms and whispering, “Me too.”
Damien has given me everything I ever wanted—a home, his love, and now a child. We cuddle even closer, our legs tangled together, and I fall asleep dreaming of a future full of more happiness than I ever thought possible.
~The End
“Damien…I can’t,” I beg. “Please. I…need to…p-please.”
Suddenly he releases me, sits on the edge of the bed, then lifts me and sits me astride him. He guides his cock into my waiting channel, then slams deep from beneath.
“Oh God!” I convulse hard, grabbing his shoulders, but he doesn’t let up. In this position, his hard cock feels deeper and fuller inside me as he thrusts. His arm bands around my waist, giving him leverage to drive into me.
“Look at me, princess,” he orders in a soft growl, and I open my eyes, suddenly unable to look away.
His face is harsh and his eyes are crazed, filled with deep-seated need and something else—devotion. Another wave of desire grows with every stroke, every thrust, until I’m meeting him thrust for thrust and my moans turns into loud cries. He bends his head to suck a hard nipple into his mouth and I mewl at the added sensation, digging my hands into his shoulders.
The growing desire becomes a roaring fire in my head, building until my breath trembles and every part of my body starts to go taut. Damien releases my nipples and looks at me, his dark gaze penetrating my heart.
“I love you,” he growls, then slams harder and deeper into me, grazing a bundle of nerves.
“I love you!” I scream as my orgasm takes me over.
I clutch him tight and press my face hard into his shoulder as my body convulses, clamping hard on his cock. He grunts loud and jerks repeatedly into me, shooting his release. I quiver and tremble in his embrace, wracked with aftershocks as he continues to thrust shallowly, still coming.
“Fuck, princess,” he whispers hoarsely, pulling back until we’re staring at each other, breathing hard. “It always gets better with you,” he says, kissing me slowly.
This is perfection…
A few minutes later, I’m sated and snugly wrapped in Damien’s arms, breathing in his scent and basking in his body warmth. “What were you going to tell me?” he asks in a low tone, scattering shivers all over my skin.
Excitement sparks inside of me and I look into his loving gaze. “I’m pregnant,” I say softly, grinning wide.
Damien freezes. “What?” Shock is evident in his dark brown eyes.
His eyes widen and I watch excitement and love grow in them as his hand slides to my stomach. “You’re pregnant?” he asks.
I nod, smiling wide at his reaction. “This is the best fucking news,” he whispers hoarsely, claiming my mouth in a long, deep kiss.
When we come up for breath, I look up at him eagerly. “You’re really happy?” I ask.
“The happiest I’ve ever been,” he says sincerely.
I smile, curling into his arms and whispering, “Me too.”
Damien has given me everything I ever wanted—a home, his love, and now a child. We cuddle even closer, our legs tangled together, and I fall asleep dreaming of a future full of more happiness than I ever thought possible.
~The End