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He mentioned putting his babies in me earlier. All that cum that he’d spurted onto my skin. I imagined that coming out with him buried deep inside me. No question it would get me pregnant.
Oh my God. I wanted that. Why did I want this man like this? Why was he making me have crazy thoughts? Like falling for him the first time I saw him. Like somehow staying and being his. Like wanting him to fuck me and fill me with his cum and get me pregnant.
“You’re mine while you’re here, ‘member?” he asked, his hand going to the base of his dick, then stroking up.
“Trig,” I whispered, afraid to answer.
“Be my good girl and say the words.”
I lifted my eyes from how he was stroking himself to his dark eyes.
He must’ve known I wasn’t sure what those words were.
“Say, I want you, Trig,” he said. “I need you.”
I repeated it back.
“Make me yours,” he spoke next. “Fill me with your big dick. Fuck me hard and take my cherry.”
Oh God. “Make… make me yours.” I swallowed hard, then said the rest.
He put a knee on the bed and tugged at my leggings. “Good girl. Let’s get that tight little pussy ready for me.”
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He did.Oh God, did he ever. He stripped me bare, got his mouth on my pussy again. This time, he added one finger inside me. Deeper than ever. Then another.
“Trig!” I cried, thrashing on his bed as he worked me to one orgasm.
Then he added a second finger and brought me to another one. I was so wet I could hear it.
By the time he added a third finger, I was sweaty and so ready for more that I grabbed his hair and tugged hard.
He came up over me, smiling. His mouth was slick. So was his beard. I felt the hard length of him against my thigh.
“What’s the matter, sugar? Need my dick?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please.”
With one hand, he pushed my thigh up and back. With the other, he reached between us and lined himself up with my entrance.
“This is it, sugar. This makes you mine.”
Then he slid in. Slowly, oh so slowly.
His eyes held mine the entire time.
I shifted and clenched, tried to adjust to being filled and stretched so obscenely.
He kept right on filling me. More and more and–
“Trig.”
“Halfway in, sugar.”
Halfway?
