Page 73 of Tempting Kat
“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough with exertion. “Tell me you want it too.”
When she doesn't respond immediately, I stop moving altogether, my cock buried deep inside her but motionless.
“Conrad, please,” she whimpers.
“Please what?” I pull out until just the tip remains inside her, denying us both. “Tell me what you want, Katarina. I need to hear you say it.”
She makes a frustrated noise, trying to push back against me, but I hold her hips firmly in place.
“I want—” she starts, then stops.
“What do you want, baby? Say it.” I slip just a little deeper, teasing her.
“I want you to fuck me,” she finally says, her voice breaking.
“And?” I press, knowing there's more she's holding back.
The silence stretches for a moment, then: “I want you to cum inside me.”
My cock throbs at her words, but I need more. “Why do you want me to cum inside you, Katarina? Tell me.”
Another pause, longer this time, and I think she might refuse. Then I hear it, so quiet I almost miss it.
“Because the thought of having a baby, your baby, terrifies and excites me,” she whispers, the confession torn from her like it physically hurt to admit.
My cock pulses at her words, and I slam back into her with renewed force. “Look up, Katarina,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Look in the fucking mirror and watch me breed you.”
I hear her gasp as she tilts her head back, seeing us reflected in the ceiling mirror. The sight is fucking magnificent—her body trembling, her body framed perfectly by the gloryhole as I drive into her from behind.
“That's it,” I growl, picking up the pace. “Watch me knock you up. Watch me put my baby inside you.”
Her pussy clenches around me, getting impossibly tighter. “Conrad, fuck?—”
“You like that idea, don't you?” I slam into her harder, watching her face in the mirror as pleasure contorts her features.
“Yes,” she moans, no longer fighting it. “Yes, fuck, I want it.”
I reach down to rub her clit again, feeling how swollen it is. “This pretty pussy was made for me. Made to take my cum. Made to carry my child.”
She's writhing now, pushing back against me with each thrust, meeting my rhythm. Her eyes are locked on the mirror, watching as I fuck her through the wall.
“You're going to look so fucking beautiful pregnant,” I tell her, feeling my balls tighten as my own orgasm approaches. “Going to keep you full of my cum until it takes. Going to fuck you every day, multiple times a day, until my baby takes root inside you.”
“Oh god,” she whimpers, her walls fluttering around my cock. “I'm close, don't stop.”
“Never stopping,” I promise, drilling into her relentlessly. “This is just the beginning.”
Her breathing becomes erratic, her moans higher-pitched. I can feel her getting close, her cunt gripping me like a vise.
“Let go, baby,” I encourage, rubbing her clit faster.
She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing as the orgasm rips through her. Her pussy spasms around me, milking my cock.
“Fuck, Katarina,” I groan, my hips jerking erratically as I feel my own release building.
I drive into her one last time, burying myself as deep as possible as my cock pulses and potentially creating life.
Holding myself inside her for a long moment, savoring the sensation of what we just done. My cock is still semi-hard, pulsing with aftershocks as I grind my hips against her ass, making sure every drop is as deep as possible.
