Adrik
Her thighs soft around my hips as the last shivers of her orgasm settle.
I’m still inside her, still half-hard, still fighting the urge to flip her onto her stomach and take her again.
But she isn’t pulling away. She isn’t flinching.
She isn’t hiding behind the fear that ruled her life before tonight.
She’s resting beneath me like she belongs here warming my cock and filled with my cum.
And something ancient and territorial inside me tightens around that truth like a fist.
I stroke a slow line down her cheek, fingers tracing the curve of her face until she sighs, small and soft, and that sound… fuck.
For a long moment I just breathe her in, letting the calm wash through me in a way I’ve never experienced.
“Adrik,” she whispers, we should probably move. It’s morning.
I cup her jaw, gently turning her face toward mine. “I don’t think I can end this yet.”
A shaky breath leaves her, but her body responds, even though it’s weak and quivering.
“When you let me inside you,” I murmur, sliding my hand down over her luscious tit as I brace myself on my forearm, “The thought of you round with my baby, our baby, just about knocked the control out of me.”
Her cheeks flush, her fingers curling against my skin like she doesn’t know what to do with the heat rising between us again.
“You chose me while you were riding my cock like a goddess.” I suck her nipple into my mouth and she shudders. “You want my cock filling you night and day.” I suck her other nipple, running my tongue around it in circles. “I don’t have much left inside me, but I want you to have it anyway.”
I drop my finger to her pussy, and begin to feverishly work her clit. “I know if you come on my cock again, it will drag it out of me.” I’m already breathless, and the words come out like the desperate pant of a drowning man.
She moans, long and drawn out as my fingers make tight circles and my tongue flickers over her nipple.
“Please, Adrik, I can’t.”
My cock throbs.
“You can and you will. You will come on my cock and milk it dry.”
The next sound she makes tells me she is close. It’s somewhere between a whimper and a squeal, and my balls spasm almost painfully as if objecting to the onslaught of the demand to come again.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I spill inside her one final time. I graze her nipple with my teeth and she flies over the edge with me. Both orgasms weak and tired. Both of us knowing exactly who our bodies belong to now.
“I want at least five children,” I say simply.
“A full house. Loud mornings. Chaos. Laughter. All of it.” My voice roughens.
“I want to see you pregnant with my child. More than once. One after the other.” I drop kisses over her chest, still not wanting to remove my still weeping cock from her cunt.
She makes a small, startled sound. Half embarrassment, half… longing.
“You can pick any house you want,” I add. “Penthouse. Mansion. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere with a yard. Somewhere near the mountains or the ocean. Anywhere. You’ll have your own studio or office or sunroom, whatever you want. Just tell me, and I’ll put the keys in your hand.”
She stares at me like she’s still afraid she’s dreaming.
But I’m not.
My cock slips out of her and I kneel between her legs and look at her shattered pussy. It looks sore and throughly spent. Our combined juices leaking in a rivulet from the very center of her slit.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur as I slide my cum back into her with my index finger. “But you get to decide what that means.”
“But first…” I tilt my head slightly, tone soft but serious, “you need to sleep. Let my cum take. Just for a couple of hours.”
She goes quiet — thinking, measuring, weighing the life she came from against the one lying beneath her fingertips.
“Adrik…” she whispers, her eyes closed and her voice heavy with exhaustion.
I pull her into my arms and
“What is it, kotyonok?” I murmur.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, before finally letting sleep claim her.