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Every step he took pushed his dick against me, bumping against my aching pussy. He’d fucked me not even an hour ago, and already, that massive cock was hard and angling to spear inside me.
And I wanted it.
I needed it.
Instead of explaining why he wanted a baby from me, he made good on his claim that he would fuck me as many times as it took. He didn’t need to shoot his cum into me again. I was already pregnant with his baby.
But I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t confess because he might not follow through. If he didn’t get that big dick into me now, I’d cry at the tease.
“Spread your legs for me.” He dropped me onto the bed, not caring how wet we still were from the shower. As I fell back, bouncing a little, I stared up at him as he kneeled onto the mattress. Looming over me like this, he looked like a beast intent on feasting on me. His mouth hung open as he breathed hard and fast. His chiseled chest and abs tensed, all his muscles emphasized with those sculpted ridges. And his eyes, those dark, sinister eyes, heated me up faster.
“Be a good girl, Sloane.” He advanced toward me, his erection bobbing straight out and pointing at me.
Letting my knees fall to the side, I locked my stare on his long shaft and wondered if his mission to impregnate me would mean I’d never be able to lick him and taste him, to take that cock in my mouth and suck him down.
Iwaspregnant. It wouldn’t be a waste to swallow his cum.
No. You can’t be this stupid.
I refused to think of the possibility that I was so rabid for sex, for him, that I could think about submitting any further.
“Good girl,” he crooned wickedly as he fitted his cockhead to my pussy. “You take this.” He slammed in, making me arch my back and drop my head back as I rested on my hands to watch him. “You take this cock.” He leaned down to cup my ass cheeks, holding me up so he could set up a punishingly fast rhythm of rocking into me and dragging his penis back out. Each bump and ridge of his shaft teased me, and the wide stretch of letting him fill me shoved me back to that bliss that was becoming my salvation.
I didn’t have to worry. Under his hungry stare and surrendering to his body, I didn’t have to do a single thing other than feel the glorious escape.
No thoughts about my debt lingered. No worries about my apartment or having to dance nonstop or put up with lousy sleep.
With him fucking me so brutally like this, I had no chance to think at all.
My former life faded as distant memories with the impact of his hips smacking against mine.
My future as the mother of his child receded as faraway issues under the rough dig of his fingers in my ass cheeks.
I was so, so bad to enjoy this. But how could I not? No one had ever consumed me like this. No one had ever forced me to abandon my responsibilities and obligations to just be and feel.
“Take it,” he demanded, straining under the pressure to fuck me as hard as he could, like he wanted to drive all the way into me and imprint my brain. “Take it, Sloane.”
I nodded, watching as he sank into me and pulled out again, shiny with my juices each time. Loud, sluicing, suction sounds filled the room, broken only by our hard breaths.
And then once more, he showed me what he wanted. He demonstrated why he’d kidnapped me.
To fill me with his cum.
I came with a scream and trembled when he followed me, lying down over me and hugging me close.
That was how I fell into a new routine.
Instead of busting my ass and working nonstop to stay afloat, I was his fuck toy.
Instead of my silent treatment and his isolating method, I was his mistress to pound into with his goal of impregnating me.
And like a horrible, greedy idiot, I didn’t tell him. I couldn’t admit that I was pregnant already. Because the second I did, he might not do this anymore. I’d lose this bliss of ignorance. He’d cut me off from the escape that I was already too hooked on.
I fell asleep next to him each night, hating myself for being such a pushover and weakling, but by morning, I was reminded that he wasn’t raping me.
He wasn’t using me only for his needs.
I came every time. Multiple times. Every time I found that sweet relief with him, I lost the battle of reminding myself that this couldn’t last. That I couldn’t consider bending to his will and letting him think he had the ultimate control over me.