Page 22 of Kingpin's Baby
There’s a pinch as he pushes against that barrier, and it hurts so good. His fingers relentlessly circle over my clit.
“When you’ve come again, this time on my cock. Then I’ll pump into you, making you pregnant.”
A sound of pure unadulterated need escapes my throat as he slowly, slowly fills me with his dick.
“That’s it, take my whole length,” he whispers into my ear. I writhe, but he’s got me held between his cock spearing me, his arm over my ribcage and his hand at my breasts, and the other under my waist and his fingers on my clit.
There’s a noise from my throat that might be a plea for more, or a gasp that this is too much. He’s huge. Jasper’s massive dick is splitting me open.
“Uh-uh, you asked for it, princess. I’m going to give you exactly what you need. I’m going to fill you to overflowing.”
He thrusts harder and deeper, and his fingers don’t let up. I’m being owned by my alpha male husband. I wanted his dick? I have it. He’s enormous and I can’t get enough.
It’s an onslaught I have no hope of resisting as he works me completely open. Even dusted with that hint of pain from him being so big, every slide of his body into mine causes sparks that fly up and down my spine. I grip his wrist, clasping it to me as he rolls my nipple.
“My filthy princess, aren’t you? You’re being such a good girl for me.”
I’m just a puddle of girl. I’m his sheath. I don’t think I have a brain anymore. I’m a spiralling bunch of cells with an urge to reproduce and hunger for pleasure.
“I’ll give you a baby if you come again,” he coaxes me.
I nod, unable to form even a three-letter word and the tension spirals higher and higher.
“So responsive and your little pussy is as incredible on my cock as it was to taste. I can’t hold back much longer.”
I cry out. My body isn’t my own. When he said I was his, he wasn’t joking. I belong to my husband now. The feeling is better than anything, and yet not quite enough.
“Come all over my cock.” This time, he’s not asking, he’s ordering me in a low, raspy tone that, along with an adjustment to his angle inside me, sets off an explosion. I quake. I kick. I shudder as the orgasm tosses me around and squeezes pleasure from me I didn’t know existed.
“My good girl. You’re determined to make me come too, huh?” He sounds like his teeth are gritted.
The bliss still wracks through my limbs, and he strokes my belly proprietorially as he continues to pound into me.
“You’re meant to carry my baby.”
“Yes.” I can’t believe this.
As my orgasm fades away, my body is singing, buzzing in the aftermath. There’s a sense of unreality because this is so exactly what I’ve always wanted. If this is a dream…
I reach back, needing to touch him too, finding his hip and the tense muscles of his bottom. I dig my fingers in, urging him silently on.
“You’re so tight.” He speeds up, and though I started this, he’s using me for both our pleasure. Lying on my side, I can’t do anything but take what he’s giving me from behind. That sounds impersonal, but the dark, the covers, the warmth of his body, his arms braced around me, and the heat of his breath on my neck all mean this is intimate beyond my wildest dreams.
Being his receptacle is pure joy.
“My beautiful wife. My love.”
And similarly to his dick penetrating me deeper than I realised was possible, given how big he is, his words have gone into my mind, despite my best efforts. They’re in my head, as drugging as his touch.
“I’m going to love watching you with our baby. Holding your hand when you give birth the first, second, third, sixth, seventh time. I can’t wait to do this again to be sure you’re pregnant.”
It’s almost too much. The delicious stretch from his body in mine and his clever fingers, yes, but the future he’s telling me about is even more seductive.
“You’d better get used to me, wife. When I fill you, I’m going to stay inside. You’re mine, now.”
People say all sorts of things they don’t mean during sex, mindless with the animalistic urges that are at the fore. That’s what the internet says, anyway. Don’t trust anything a man says when his dick is hard.
But I want to believe Jasper. I can’t, I shouldn’t, I mustn’t. I’ll only trust him, get my hopes up, and in the morning, he’ll let medown. And I don’t care. If that’s what happens, never mind. I’ll have my kingpin’s baby.
