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“Let me out,” she pants, her voice ragged. “I need to clean up.”
I grip her hips tighter, keeping her exactly where I want her. “No, I don't think so.”
“What?” She tries to wiggle free, but the glory hole wall keeps her firmly in place.
“You're gonna lay here for a bit, keeping me inside you,” I tell her, my voice low and commanding. “Let my cum do its job.”
She laughs, a breathless sound that makes her pussy clench around my softening cock. “Haha, very funny. Let me out, Conrad.”
I press my body flush against her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly with my hands on her hips. “No one is laughing, Katarina.”
Pushing against her more firmly, angling her lower body so it's resting upward against my lower stomach. This position ensures nothing can drip out—keeps everything pooled inside her where it belongs.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Her voice has an edge to it—half aroused, half pissed off. Exactly how I like her.
“Dead serious.” I reach around to stroke her clit lazily, feeling how swollen it still is. “The longer you keep it in, the better our chances.”
She shivers under my touch but still tries to argue. “This isn't how biology works, you caveman.”
“Maybe not,” I admit, circling her sensitive bud until she moans despite herself. “But I'm not taking any chances.”
I feel her body responding to my touch even as she protests. “You're insane,” she gasps as I slide two fingers inside her alongside my cock, stretching her even more.
“Only about you.” I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her see stars. “And the thought of you carrying my child.”
Her pussy clenches involuntarily, and I chuckle. “See? Your body agrees with me.”
“Fuck you,” she whimpers, but there's no heat behind it anymore—just raw need.
“Already did.” I press my fingers deeper, feeling my own cum coating them. “And I'm going to keep doing it until it takes.”
I continue to stroke her slowly and deliberately until I feel her trembling again. “Conrad...I can't...”
“Yes, you can,” I growl in her ear. “One more for me. Come on my cock while it's still inside you, keeping all that cum where it belongs.”
Her breathing quickens as I work her faster and, slowly this time, like a tide coming in does she finally lets go and orgasms again.
As her legs tremble, I pull my fingers out and suck on them, licking every bit of her, of us off of them.
Already I know she’s going to try and go behind my back and refill her birth control for the simple fact I told her not to, but I’ll take care of that easily.
Chapter 22
Katarina
I've spent three days avoiding Conrad's dick and his fucking baby-making agenda. Three days of slipping out of bed before he wakes up and taking ice-cold showers to keep my traitorous body from caving.
Because fuck him and his arrogant assumption that he can just decide when and how I get knocked up.
My birth control prescription is sitting in my purse, unfilled, like a ticking time bomb. I'm not against having his baby—which is a fucking terrifying realization on its own—but I am against him thinking he can bulldoze me into it just because he wants to plant his flag in my uterus.
This morning, I wake up early, carefully extracting myself from Conrad's possessive grip. His arm is heavy across my waist, his face buried in my hair. He looks younger when he sleeps, less like the ruthless asshole who wants to breed me like a prized mare.
“Where do you think you're going?” His voice is sleep-rough and sexy as fuck.
I freeze, caught in the act. “Bathroom.”
His eyes open, dark and knowing. “Liar.”
