8. Abby
EIGHT
ABBY
Spencer has been waking me with his cock, and it’s become something of a routine. Now I’m turned on every morning, just waiting for him to claim my pussy.
“Spencer?” I yawn sleepily as he presses inside me just before dawn.
“Shh, babygirl. No need to get up, I just had to fuck you before I went to work this morning.”
Work.
Fuck.
Today is Monday. Panic clears my head from the haze of arousal.
“I forgot to set an alarm!”
He lets out a chuckle. “Relax, Abby.” I gasp as he changes positions, pushing me down into the mattress on my front with one powerful thrust. “You don’t have to come into work today.”
I let out a moan as Spencer’s cock stretches me open. His knee pushes between my legs to spread me wide open and he slips a little deeper.
My muscles are still adjusting to the routine of taking him, day and night.
When we fuck overnight, it’s wordless, pure need coursing between us.
He likes that I’m always wet and ready for him, but it’s only because sleeping beside him turns me on.
Especially the way he absentmindedly runs his hands over my curves, and I just know that he’s dreaming of what I’ll look like when I’m filled with his child.
His hands tighten on my hips as he approaches release. His thrusts are rhythmic and gentle, and for a second I think I’m still dreaming.
Then one powerful thrust fills me up totally, knocking the breath from my lungs, and I let out a breathless moan. I’m definitely awake now.
“Wait, I do still have my job, right?”
“If you want.” He chuckles into my hair, pressing his lips against my neck. “Babygirl, if you want to work, I’ll employ you. If you don’t want to, you never have to work another day in your life.”
He presses me deeper into the mattress with his big hands splayed on the small of my back.
“This is all you need to worry about Abby. Right here, right now, taking my cum like a good girl. Becoming the mother you were meant to be.”
Pinned beneath him on the mattress, I gasp with pleasure as I let go. It should be uncomfortable, or too much, the way that he uses me like this. Instead, it turns me on more than anything has.
With a final, deep thrust, he finishes inside me, pulling a sudden orgasm from me as I feel his cum hit my cervix.
He collapses on top of me, his cock still deep inside. With a few rolls of his hips inside me, he prolongs my orgasm further, until I feel like I’m melting through the mattress.
Spencer tugs my head back with his hand fisted in my hair. “What do you say, babygirl?”
“Thank you, sir. Thank you for breeding me.”