Grace
The stretch is exquisite as he enters me again.
It’s as if finding out I’m not on any contraception has woken a need in him that neither of us could have ever foreseen.
His dirty mouth, describing what he is going to do to me, electrifies my blood.
Turns me into something I’ve never known.
Needy and desperate to be filled by him.
Desperate to give and take as much pleasure as possible with him.
I brace myself over the desk and meet his thrusts. My breasts hang heavy beneath me, brushing the varnished wood with each pound of our bodies. His words keep pouring over me like molten heat, each filthy promise wrapping around my nerves and setting them alight.
I love the way his dirty mouth strips away the last shreds of who I used to be, that polished, careful woman who played politics from the shadows. I push back against him, meeting every thrust with a roll of my own, my body demanding more, taking control in ways I never knew I could.
"Yes, Liam,” I say, my words breaking with effort to hold onto the fraying edges of control.
“Fuck me like that, make me yours completely," I gasp out, reveling in the raw power of saying it aloud, of owning this moment as much as he does.
The desk creaks under our rhythm. He reaches forward, changing the angle at which his cock fills me and I see stars.
His hand snakes around me, pinches my nipple, sending sparks through me that build into a fire I can't contain.
Sweat slicks our skin as we move together, no longer just him claiming me but us claiming each other.
My moans mixing with his grunts in a symphony that's all heat and hunger.
His other hand slides around to my front, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight, insistent circles that make my vision blur, the pleasure coiling tighter with every word he whispers.
"You're so fucking tight, milost, squeezing me like you were made for this. Made for me to ruin and rebuild."
I twist my head to look at his face. His jaw is tight, his gaze heavy with arousal as it meets mine.
"I'm going to keep fucking you until you're swollen with my baby, Grace, marking you as mine in every way that lasts. I’ll brand you from the inside out. I will fill you full of my cum every day until it takes."
I arch my back and grind against his touch, loving how his filth fuels me, turns me into this fierce, unapologetic version of myself. A woman who doesn't just survive but thrives in the chaos we've created. I reach beneath us, my palm cupping his full, heavy balls, urging him on.
“Fuck me Liam, fill me,” I beg, because now this new life is the only thing that makes sense.
My body is electric and alive, every nerve singing with the truth that I'm no longer broken, no longer running.
"Don't stop, Liam, give it to me, all of it," I demand, my words matching his intensity, pushing us both toward the edge where everything shatters and reforms.
The build is relentless, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over, his fingers working my clit, until the world narrows to just this, just us. The news droning in the background is a distant echo of my old life crumbling away.
When the orgasm crashes through me, it's not just release, it's rebirth.
My body clenching around him in waves that pull him deeper, my cry echoing off the walls as I come undone.
I feel myself rebuilt in that instant, stronger, more powerful than I ever dreamed possible.
A queen in his empire, unbreakable and fierce.
He follows right after, thrusting one last time with a roar, I lightly squeeze his balls as he fills me completely.
Just as he promised.
His release is hot and claiming, binding us in this new reality where I'm not just protected, but empowered, ready to rule at his side.