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Story: Tiago
I bite my lip.Why am I not surprised?
Chapter13
Tiago
My girl has never been as horny as she is right now.I can imagine what’s been going through her head while I told her what my plans were for her body.I couldn’t stop myself from expounding on my visions when I saw how I was affecting her.
She wants what I want.She wants to be filled with my semen.She wants to be pregnant with my children.She wants it because she’s my girl and it makes her so fucking aroused to know what I intend to do to her.
Her nipples are so hard they’re beyond evident under her tank top and bra.They got harder by the second when I spoke about milking them.She nearly fainted when I called them teats.
She’s so very perfect for me in every way.She already knows it, but she’s scared.I understand.It’s been a week.I’ve turned her life upside down.
Now, I’m going to pull out all the stops and make her writhe for me over and over until she can’t help but agree to marry me.Is it coercion?Fuck, yes.I’m willing to admit I will use every possible tactic to get this woman to the altar.
Time to drop the final bomb.“The caveat is that you don’t get anything inside your pretty cunt, Reagan.Not even my tongue.No number of orgasms will give you the satisfaction you’ll get from my tongue, my fingers, and eventually, my cock filling you so full you forget your name.”
She trembles under me, whimpering and fidgeting.She has no idea that her hands have come to her breasts, and she’s squeezing them.My poor girl probably feels like she’s going to lactate from all my talk of milking her.I’m certain she will lactate before she gives birth.I’m looking forward to it.
“Will you be a good girl for me while I ravage you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
My cock stiffens to an unbelievable hardness.That’s twice she has called me Sir.It’s so very submissive of her.She’s probably read up on Dominance and submission this week as she realized how much she craves this side of me.
I turn my precious girl so that she’s in the center of the bed with the headboard behind her, and then I push her tank top up her body and off.I’m going to take my time.There is no rush.I want to remember every moment of this; I want to paint it later.I won’t need her to lie naked for me to paint her.Her fucking smoking-hot body will be burned in my mind when I’m done ravaging her.
I’m on my knees, straddling her waist, staring at her heaving chest.Her breasts are not huge.They’re a perfect handful.Theywillbe huge one day.I will adore them in every size as she goes through the stages over and over with every pregnancy.
I can already picture what they will look like when they’re achingly full and dripping with milk, desperate to be expressed.I will paint them like that, too, so she can see what I envision for her future.
I trail a finger along the lace edge of her bra, bringing goosebumps to her chest.“Lift your arms over your head, baby.”
She obeys me immediately.
“Hold on to the rungs of the headboard.”The room she chose for us has a queen-sized bed with an ornate slatted headboard.The rungs are intricately carved.I bet it’s very old.“Do not let go without permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
Fuck, that’s hot.I smile my approval at her.“Good girl.”I’m pleased to see there is a front clasp on her bra, and I reach for it and release her heavy breasts, letting the lace fall to the sides.
She’s wide-eyed and panting.
I use one finger to circle her nipples, not touching them.“You were picturing what it will be like when these globes are heavy and achy, weren’t you?”
She nods.
I lift a brow.
She licks her lips and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Her nipples are so fucking hard.I’m going to show her what it means to be mine until she’s on her knees, begging me to marry her.I’m also going to torment her with my words.
“I was talking to Ryder earlier,” I begin, surprising her with my casual conversation while she’s writhing with need.I pretend I’m unaware of her arousal and continue, “Claire wasn’t hiding anything from him, by the way.He’s known she was pregnant for longer than she has.You won’t be able to hide it from me either.”
She bites into that lip again.Her cheeks are so pink.
Chapter13
Tiago
My girl has never been as horny as she is right now.I can imagine what’s been going through her head while I told her what my plans were for her body.I couldn’t stop myself from expounding on my visions when I saw how I was affecting her.
She wants what I want.She wants to be filled with my semen.She wants to be pregnant with my children.She wants it because she’s my girl and it makes her so fucking aroused to know what I intend to do to her.
Her nipples are so hard they’re beyond evident under her tank top and bra.They got harder by the second when I spoke about milking them.She nearly fainted when I called them teats.
She’s so very perfect for me in every way.She already knows it, but she’s scared.I understand.It’s been a week.I’ve turned her life upside down.
Now, I’m going to pull out all the stops and make her writhe for me over and over until she can’t help but agree to marry me.Is it coercion?Fuck, yes.I’m willing to admit I will use every possible tactic to get this woman to the altar.
Time to drop the final bomb.“The caveat is that you don’t get anything inside your pretty cunt, Reagan.Not even my tongue.No number of orgasms will give you the satisfaction you’ll get from my tongue, my fingers, and eventually, my cock filling you so full you forget your name.”
She trembles under me, whimpering and fidgeting.She has no idea that her hands have come to her breasts, and she’s squeezing them.My poor girl probably feels like she’s going to lactate from all my talk of milking her.I’m certain she will lactate before she gives birth.I’m looking forward to it.
“Will you be a good girl for me while I ravage you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
My cock stiffens to an unbelievable hardness.That’s twice she has called me Sir.It’s so very submissive of her.She’s probably read up on Dominance and submission this week as she realized how much she craves this side of me.
I turn my precious girl so that she’s in the center of the bed with the headboard behind her, and then I push her tank top up her body and off.I’m going to take my time.There is no rush.I want to remember every moment of this; I want to paint it later.I won’t need her to lie naked for me to paint her.Her fucking smoking-hot body will be burned in my mind when I’m done ravaging her.
I’m on my knees, straddling her waist, staring at her heaving chest.Her breasts are not huge.They’re a perfect handful.Theywillbe huge one day.I will adore them in every size as she goes through the stages over and over with every pregnancy.
I can already picture what they will look like when they’re achingly full and dripping with milk, desperate to be expressed.I will paint them like that, too, so she can see what I envision for her future.
I trail a finger along the lace edge of her bra, bringing goosebumps to her chest.“Lift your arms over your head, baby.”
She obeys me immediately.
“Hold on to the rungs of the headboard.”The room she chose for us has a queen-sized bed with an ornate slatted headboard.The rungs are intricately carved.I bet it’s very old.“Do not let go without permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
Fuck, that’s hot.I smile my approval at her.“Good girl.”I’m pleased to see there is a front clasp on her bra, and I reach for it and release her heavy breasts, letting the lace fall to the sides.
She’s wide-eyed and panting.
I use one finger to circle her nipples, not touching them.“You were picturing what it will be like when these globes are heavy and achy, weren’t you?”
She nods.
I lift a brow.
She licks her lips and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Her nipples are so fucking hard.I’m going to show her what it means to be mine until she’s on her knees, begging me to marry her.I’m also going to torment her with my words.
“I was talking to Ryder earlier,” I begin, surprising her with my casual conversation while she’s writhing with need.I pretend I’m unaware of her arousal and continue, “Claire wasn’t hiding anything from him, by the way.He’s known she was pregnant for longer than she has.You won’t be able to hide it from me either.”
She bites into that lip again.Her cheeks are so pink.
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