17. Creed #3
I slip into her apartment, picking up on how quiet it is immediately. If the little brat is asleep, she’s going to be in for a rude awakening. Literally. I smirk at myself for that pun, whistling under my breath as I head to her bedroom. I still in the doorframe, entranced by the sight on her bed.
Her sleeping form is curled over her comforter, one knee raised, pushing the T-shirt—one of mine—above her ass. Her bare ass gives me an unobstructed view of her pussy. If I couldn’t see the slackness of her face and the slow rise and fall of her chest, I’d think she’s presenting it just for me.
My cock hardens immediately, demanding I take her right then and there. I unzip my jeans while I walk to her, shoving them down with my underwear and kicking them away.
“Morgan?” I call out softly, pulling off my cut and shirt.
I brush my knuckles over the back of her thigh and up to her ass, kneading her cheeks before spreading them apart.
Still in the throes of sleep, a small muffled groan comes from Morgan, and I realize how far gone she is.
I glance at her nightstand, seeing the medication she uses sparely on the nights she can’t sleep.
I grin, slipping my fingers straight to her hole.
“My apology fuck, baby? You want me to take you in your sleep? Use you however I want?”
I plunge two fingers inside her, digging my teeth into my bottom lip at how wet and ready she already is for me.
She knew what was coming; I have no doubt about that.
My hand pumps in and out a few times before I collect as much of her juices as I can, slathering them on my cock and stroking it harder.
I grip her hips, moving her onto the mattress in a better position.
I rest a knee on the bed next to her, notch my ruddy mushroom tip at her entrance, and push.
My eyes roll back. Every inch of her tight heat gripping my cock is pure bliss.
Morgan whimpers, muttering something in her sleep as I keep her in place with a hand on her back.
I thrust forward, surging my dick deeper into her small channel.
It never gets old. I swear every time I push into her drenched, velvety flesh it’s better than the last time.
“Fuck. You feel so good.”
I work my way all the way in, pausing to spread her ass cheeks, staring at my buried cock in her pussy while she sleeps. I drag my length out to the tip before pushing back in. She just lies there, taking it over and over.
My hands spread over her lower back, sliding up to wrap around her waist as I pummel in and out. I take her harder, wanting to make sure that she wakes up feeling I fucked her in her sleep.
I pound faster, watching as my cock disappears back into her tight pussy fast as I pull out halfway. My fingers flex, gripping her harder as the sway of my balls slap against her and make my release threaten to come sooner.
A moan mutters out of her lips, her pussy clenching down on me.
I wonder what she’s dreaming about, and if it’s me, with my cock so far up her cunt, I may just come directly into her womb.
I’ve never had this particular fantasy until the day I saw Morgan struggling to stay awake.
The need to fuck while she was asleep rose inside me like a rising tide.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss into her shoulder and slowly rolling my hips as I whisper into her skin. “You’re taking it so well, baby. You always do, but right now, your pussy is molded around my cock as if it was made for me.”
I’m beginning to think it really was, and the cruel twist of fate of her being the chief's daughter is on par with the way the universe likes to dangle everything I ever wanted only an inch away. It doesn’t matter to me though, nothing is going to keep Morgan and me apart.
In fact, I’ve been doing everything to keep us together.
My balls draw up with the need to come, and I grunt, gritting my teeth. My cock grows and then explodes, spilling my cum inside her pussy. I groan, fucking her a bit more through the release, pushing my cum deeper and deeper.
One of these times it’s gonna stick, make its way into her unprotected womb since I keep throwing away those pesky pills.
Morgan is going to be pregnant with my baby before the end of the year, I know it.
When the last drop is rung out of me, I pull out, plug my fingers into her gushing hole, and take a few minutes to calm my breathing.
I grab more of her pillows, using them to prop up her hips as I roll her onto her back to keep my cum from spilling.
I double-check her breathing is okay and grab a quick shower before joining her back in bed.
It takes a moment to rearrange her on her side so I can fit myself behind her, wrapping my arm around her front to keep her plastered to my chest. Something nudges in my heart and I grin, knowing exactly what’s missing.
I grip her knee, propping her leg open enough so I can slide my hardening cock into her pussy and get us comfortable to sleep again.
What better way to make sure she gets knocked up than keeping her plugged with my cock and cum all night?