Chapter 13 #2
Oh my god. How can he make being pregnant for him and having his baby sound so hot?
How can he make me want to be forced to carry his child?
Each dark, lustful promise he makes triggers something primal inside me.
The desire to be fertile for him, to let him satisfy himself by filling my womb, and to give him the fruit of our sex.
Clear streams of slick slide down my thigh, making my arousal embarrassingly obvious.
“Yes.” My response is barely more than a whisper. I don’t speak the words; my body does. The aching emptiness inside my core needs to be sated. And only his warm cum coating my insides will be enough to calm down my raging heat.
I see Dmitry’s eyes narrow a fraction. His chest relaxes, and lets out a breath.
“I’m going to plant my seed inside you, babygirl.
Give you the family you deserve. Give you a baby to carry and nourish.
You’ll look so pretty when you’re growing our baby.
Everybody will know you’ve been a slut, spreading your legs for me. ”
He doesn’t say the last part but the way he gently caresses my cheeks, eyes filled with a mixture of lust and longing tells me what he’s thinking: I’ll give you something that ties us together forever.
The room is dimly lit, the faint smell of must and old cigarettes lingering in the air, but all I can focus on is Dmitry.
His clothes are damp from the rain, clinging to his muscular frame, and he peels off his shirt, revealing the tattoos that snake down his chest and arms. The sight of him, so powerful and dominant, sends a shiver of anticipation through my body.
He crawls onto the bed, his body caging mine as he leans down to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss.
His tongue dives deep, exploring every corner, claiming me completely.
I can taste the rain on his lips, the earthy scent of him filling my nostrils.
His hands roam over my body, rough and possessive, as if he’s memorizing every curve and contour.
Breaking the kiss, he moves his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples.
He lowers his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard before moving to the other.
He lavishes attention on my breasts. “These will swell when you’re pregnant.
They’ll get even more sensitive. Imagine me suckling on them while you breastfeed our baby.
You’ll be so hot, Callista. A fertile, milky goddess,” he murmurs against my flesh, his voice a low growl.
I gasp, the mental image and the sensation of his mouth on me sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He trails kisses down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down. He spreads my thighs wide, his eyes locked on my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, sliding a finger through my slick folds. “Your womb is ready for me, isn’t it? Hot and eager to be bred.”
I whimper, my hips lifting off the bed as he presses a finger inside me. He pumps it slowly, his thumb circling my clit. The sensation is intense, the pleasure building with each thrust of his finger.
“You feel that?” he asks. “You’re so hot inside, babygirl. Perfect temperature to get knocked up. I can feel your little womb pulsing, begging to be seeded.”
His words send a flush of heat through me. He adds another finger, stretching me, preparing me for his cock. He leans down, his tongue licking at my clit as his fingers pump in and out of me. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing.
“Not yet,” he commands, pulling back just as I’m about to come. He moves up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance. “You come when I say so. And you’ll come with my cock deep inside you, filling you with my seed.”
I nod, my breath coming in quick gasps. He thrusts into me, filling me completely in one swift motion. I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him. He gives me a moment to adjust before he starts moving, his hips slamming against mine.
He leans down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth again, suckling hard as he fucks me.
He is in rough, endless pursuit of my orgasm.
The sensation of his cock filling me, his mouth on my breast, sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.
He fucks me deep and hard, awakening spots inside me with rough, jabbing thrusts that make my pussy explode in delight and pain.
He's filling me up, owning every part of me.
He lifts his head from my breast and places his palm on my belly. His pelvic thrusts hit the sensitive button of my clit, and I raise my legs instinctively. He looks at the place where my legs join, grunts, places my legs on his shoulder, and explores me even deeper. His cock hits my cervix.
Instantly, my body tenses. I’ve never been touched there by anyone else.
He does it again. My pussy squeezes him tighter as shockwaves ripple through me. I can feel myself being pulled under by an intense ache. I’m drowning in rapture, and Dmitry pushes me underwater with each successive thrust, feeding my need for deep, wild intimacy.
His fingers dig into my hips, keeping us locked together.
His huge cock spears in and out of my puffy pink hole as his balls slap against my wet entrance with each deep thrust. His rough, masculine heat seeps through my pussy walls, engulfing me.
My pussy flutters uncontrollably and gasps lurch out of my throat now as I absorb the rough shocks of rapture, opening myself up to him completely. Letting him ravage my fertile womb.
The room echoes with the sound of our bodies coming together, the scent of rain and sweat filling the air.
My breasts bounce with each thrust. It feels obscene, like I’m in a porn movie. Made worse by the fact that we’re fucking because we need to copulate. Because we need to merge in the most primal way.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock filling you, Callista?” he growls.
My words are incoherent sobs. All I can say is, “Yes, Dmitry.”
“Do you want me to put a baby inside you?”
I nod, clutching his shoulders. “Yes, Daddy. I want to be bred by you. I want to walk around gently cupping my belly, crawling in and out of bed carefully, wearing maternity clothes, feeling every kick inside me… “
He moans at my response. He pulls back, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my hands and knees. He positions himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance once more.
I lift my hips and he grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks, his fingers digging into my smooth, wet flesh.
His cock prods at my entrance and I re-adjust my knees to give him better access.
He surges forward, impaling me with his full length, filling me to the brim as I moan, submitting myself to his savage plundering.
“Imagine yourself six months from now, heavy with my child," he whispers into my ear. “Your belly will be big and round and your tits engorged with milk, because you’ve been fucked raw by me every day for half a year. And everybody will know that Callista Vale isn’t a good girl. She’s a fucking whore who enjoys being pregnant. ”
His voice turns dark, low, dripping with possession. “Remember that, Callista. I will stalk you all day, watching you shower with your big belly, watching your tits grow ripe and big for our child. I’ll never let you out of my sight, not even for a second.”
His voice is woven with so many dark, dominant promises. It shakes me to the core. My toes curl and my fingers dig into the bedsheets tightly.
The pleasure is tightening in my core. It’s so strong that it feels like I’m about to faint. His hand comes up to grab my breast. He finds my nipple, teasing it. Pinching it tightly till the bud is hard in his hands, filling his hand.
Each deep thrust makes my body tremble. My ass fills his palms. My tits bounce invitingly, the nipples flushed with rosy tips, and looking ripe, wet from his saliva.
“Your womb is going to make such a perfect, pretty home for my sperm.”
Thrust.
“Oh yeah, you were fucking built for this.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
“For being bred. For taking all my fucking come.”
Thrust.
My heart is pounding with intensity, hot and wild in my chest.
He fucks me non-stop, each deep thrust carrying him closer to my womb. To my final undoing.
He grips my hips hard, and I feel his every ridge and vein heightening my pleasure as his slick, s cock rams back into me.
His thrusts deepen each time my pussy grips and clenches his girth like a vice, squeezing and milking him. It’s so intimate, so primal to feel the direct force of his body caging mine from behind, taking me to the highest of heights.
“I need this cunt stretching to carry my child, Callista,” he grunts, panting for air.
He picks up a fast, relentless pace, his hips making a low slapping sound between the wet crevice of my thighs every time he plunges back into me.
The growl of his words, and his thrusting pumps build to a feverish height until my toes curl and my eyes fall shut.
He fucks me fast and hard, making me whimper and cry for release from the shuddering climax building in my bones. “I need you to let go, to smear my cock in your juices” Dmitry mutters through gritted teeth, pushing into me harder and faster with each word.
My clit feels like it’s strummed with pained pleasure as he brings me closer to a shattering climax.
I’m on the verge of exploding. My eyes roll back in my head. My skin is crawling with tingles. My pussy floods with wetness. It’s all so intense. I can’t escape the gravity of the attraction that pulls out bodies together like magnets.
The room is warming up. My moans and whimpers are getting loud and urgent. Everything else is being blocked out. There is nothing but Dmitry’s cock thickening inside my pussy.
Then… I’m being shoved over the cliff, a million fragments of euphoria bursting in me.
I pant out my orgasms into the soft comforters, the velocity of my climax making me soar. My body floats on air.
A shuddering climax erupts through me, unleashing like a hurricane. I buck and writhe beneath Dmitry as my orgasm spikes, sharp and intense. My pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing it tightly as I come, my screams filling the room.
Dmitry grunts, his body tensing as he finds his own release. He slams into me, his cock pulsing as he unloads rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside me.
Each time another drop of semen leaves Dmitry’s dick, I feel out of control and delirious. I imagine myself pregnant, unable to leave the bed, heavy and lethargic, eating comforts foods and becoming rosier and plumper with every passing week.
My ass cheeks part for him as each violent thrust stuffs me with more of his seed.
“That’s it. Good girl. Take every last drop I give you. Keep milking me.” He doesn't stop thrusting until his balls drain. Until I’m overflowing with semen.
“Thank you,” I mutter, marshalling the last of my energy. I’m completely exhausted. He just gave me the headiest orgasm of my life.
My heart beats so fast and so hard I feel like it’s going to jump straight out of my chest. I start puffing in short, winded gasps as each load of his cum soaks into me, fills me, settles deep within me.
The wet trickle of his seed running down my thighs makes my belly cramp with knowing.
I let him breed me, and I could be nurturing his baby in my womb already.
Dmitry rolls me over without pulling out, and slides one big rough hand down to my belly. He spreads his fingers out and runs them over my skin, drawing slow circles on my skin with his thumb as he pants for air.
“Little baby-maker,” he whispers to my belly, like it’s a pet, and I chuckle at the silly fondness in his tone, feeling small beads of his sweat as they drip down and make me sizzle and tingle.
We stay like this for long, quiet moments, breathing in the earthy smell of the rain lingering in the air. I feel sore. The lingering remnants of our breeding session flicker at the edge of my consciousness as a warm, comforting thought.
I cuddle back against his strong frame, and he hugs me tighter, wrapping me up in his embrace.
In the dim light of the motel room, everything feels right. I feel warm and safe having Dmitry behind me like this. His hands running circles on my belly is soothing and as I feel the steady breeze of his breaths in my ear as he drifts off to sleep, I start to smile too.