Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Callista
Dmitry’s body is on top of me. Dmitry’s breath kisses my forehead as his eyes focus on me.
We had dinner and finished washing the dishes.
But the moment his hand brushed my hip, the electric attraction between us surged to life.
He had me on the kitchen counter within seconds.
He caressed my tits while he kissed me senseless, drugging me with keep intense kisses.
My pussy was dripping when he picked me up and carried me to his room. He peeled away my clothes as my heart drummed a steady, violent beat. Blood fizzes in my veins. Heat is curling up my spine, stroking the tension low in my belly.
“You look so innocent, so vulnerable.” He kisses the hard peaks of my breasts. “I want to breed you, babygirl. I want to come inside you and keep you plugged up with my cock all night. Hold you tight while you get pregnant on my cum.”
I swallow, but my throat has closed up from arousal. The filthy words ignite a blaze in my core.
“Yes. Stuff me with your seed.” I grab his hands, feeling like I’m clinging to a raft for support. A storm rages inside my pussy.
Ache grips my channel, dripping out of me as clear streaks of moisture.
His hands are firm but gentle as they roam over my body, tracing the curves of my hips, the swell of my breasts.
Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
I’m already wet, my pussy aching with need.
He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves me breathless.
“You look so innocent, so vulnerable,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low growl. “I want to breed you, babygirl. I want to come inside you and keep you plugged up with my cock all night. Hold you tight while you get pregnant on my cum.”
His words ignite a blaze in my core, a heat that spreads through my veins like wildfire. I swallow hard, but my throat is dry, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Yes. Stuff me with your seed,” I whisper, my fingers gripping his hands, clinging to him like a lifeline.
He moves down my body, his mouth finding my hard nipples.
He sucks and nips at them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts closer to his mouth, desperate for more.
His hands slide down to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he holds me in place.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls, his voice rough with need. “I can’t wait to see you round with my child. Your belly swollen, your tits heavy with milk. You’ll be so fucking sexy, Callista.”
His dirty talk sends a shiver down my spine, my pussy clenching with anticipation. He moves lower, his tongue trailing down my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs wide. He buries his face between my legs, his tongue finding my clit, licking and sucking until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh. “Your pussy is the best dessert.”
I gasp, my hips lifting off the bed as he slides two fingers inside me. He pumps them slowly, his tongue still teasing my clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming, my body tensing as I feel my orgasm building.
But Dmitry keeps me on edge, not giving me the relief my body craves.
He pulls back, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at me. He undoes his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His cock is hard and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He strokes himself a few times, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re going to take all of this, babygirl,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to take every inch of my cock, and you’re going to thank me for it later, when you’re stroking your big belly.”
I nod, my breath coming in quick gasps. He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
He slides in slowly, filling me completely.
I gasp, my body stretching to accommodate him.
My pussy walls feel the pressure of his cock sliding into my channel, demanding complete submission from me.
He gives me a moment to adjust before he starts moving, his hips slamming against mine.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “So slippery. My cock slides into your tight cunt so easily because you’re always dripping for me.”
I whimper, my body shaking with each thrust. He leans down, his mouth finding mine in a fierce kiss. His tongue mimics the movements of his cock, claiming me completely. He breaks the kiss, his mouth moving to my ear.
“I want to plug you up with my cum,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “I want to fill you so full that you’re dripping with my seed. I want to see your belly round with my child. I want to fuck you every night, fill you with my cum, and watch you grow with my baby.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, my pussy clenching around his cock. He thrusts deeper, his hips moving faster. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more.
“You’re mine, Callista,” he growls, his voice rough with possession. “You’re my perfect little breeder. You’re going to carry my child, and you’re going to love it.”
I nod, my breath coming in quick gasps. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “I want to be your breeder. Thank you for filling me.”
He groans, his body tensing as he finds his release. He slams into me, his cock pulsing as he unloads rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside me. He doesn’t pull out, his cock still buried deep inside me as he rolls us over, pulling me on top of him.
His hands stroke my back, his breath warm against my ear.
“I love you, Callista,” he murmurs, his voice soft and gentle.
“I love going through my daily life with you. I love studying with you by my side, cooking for you, watching you eat. But most of all, I love watch you naked, falling asleep next to me. I want to do it for as long as I can.”
Tears well up in my eyes, my heart swelling with love and fear. I yearn for the security of his words, for the promise of a future together. But even as he holds me close, his cock still buried inside me, his cum warm in my pussy, I can’t shake the feeling of uncertainty.
His hands move down to my belly, stroking it gently. “You did so well, babygirl,” he whispers, his voice firm with possession. “You’re my perfect little breeder. Now get some sleep so your body can do what’s needed.”
I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body against mine. In this moment, I feel complete, fulfilled in a way that defies words. But even as I drift off to sleep in his arms, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us.
One month later…
My breasts hurt before I’m even fully awake. The ache sits under my skin, heavy and tender, and when I stretch, it makes me wince.
For a second, I lie there blinking at the ceiling, confused. Then my stomach twists.
I barely make it to the bathroom before I throw up.
When it’s over, I rinse my mouth and lean against the counter, breathing hard. My reflection looks pale, my lips colorless. It must be the hangover.
I shouldn’t have had that last drink at the frat party last night.
I wash my face, hoping cold water will help. It doesn’t. My head is pounding, my stomach unsettled. Definitely a hangover. Definitely not anything else.
The thought that it could be something else flashes in my mind, but I shove it away. It’s ridiculous. I’m just tired. Overworked. Hungover.
A knock sounds at the door.
“Callista?”
Dmitry’s voice.
My heart lifts a little, even though I still feel like death.
“One sec!” I shout, splashing more water on my face and brushing my hair back before opening the door.
He’s standing there holding two paper bags. “Grocery delivery,” he says with that faint smirk that always makes my stomach flutter. “Thought I’d drop them off before class.”
“You didn’t have to,” I say, stepping aside to let him in.
“I wanted to.”
He sets the bags on the counter, and I start unpacking them. Fruits. Bread. Cheese. Yogurt. Everything I like.
Then I spot it—the chocolate almond snack bar I love. I freeze for a second, touched.
“You remembered,” I say softly.
He shrugs, watching me with that knowing look. “You eat one every day after your first class. It’s not hard to remember.”
Right. I forgot that he stalked me once. Followed me, learned everything about me.
It should bother me. But instead, it makes me feel cared for. Wanted.
He notices my smile and leans against the counter, looking pleased with himself. “See? I’m a good boyfriend.”
“The best,” I admit, pulling one of the bars out and unwrapping it. “You take care of me too much, though. Since my dad cut me off, you’ve been feeding me, paying for my groceries, and driving me everywhere.”
He steps closer. “That’s what a boyfriend does.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re setting an impossible standard for other men.”
“Good,” he says. “Then you won’t ever want anyone else.”
I laugh softly, feeling warmth bloom in my chest.
As I bite into the bar, a thought hits me. His birthday. It’s in a week. I want to do something special for him. Something to show him I can take care of him, too.
Maybe a party. A surprise one. Something intimate but meaningful.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Dmitry asks suspiciously.
“Nothing,” I say quickly. “Just… thinking about class.”
He gives me a look that says he doesn’t believe me but lets it go.
When we step outside, the air is crisp and cool. He takes my hand automatically, his thumb brushing over my skin in slow, lazy circles.
“You don’t have to walk me to class,” I say. “I’ve been doing this alone for three years.”
He squeezes my hand. “You don’t have to anymore.”
I glance up at him. “Because my big, scary boyfriend will protect me?”
“Exactly,” he says with a straight face.
I laugh. “You know, people are going to think you don’t trust me to cross the street by myself.”
“I don’t,” he says easily. “You get distracted too easily. Last week, you almost walked into a pole while texting me.”
“That was one time.”
“And it was hilarious,” he adds.
I nudge him with my shoulder. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“Not a chance.”
We reach the building, and he stops, turning to face me. “You sure you’re okay? You look a little pale.”
“I’m fine,” I lie.
He studies me for a second, then nods slowly. “Alright. But if you feel off, call me.”
“I will.”
He leans down and kisses me, soft and lingering. The kind of kiss that makes everything feel right again.
“I’ll see you after class,” he murmurs against my lips.
I watch him walk away, tall and steady, and even though I still feel queasy, my heart feels light.
Because somehow, even when everything feels uncertain, being with him makes me feel safe.