Chapter Five
Bianca
Put a baby in me.
Those words rattle around my head. Though we didn’t use any protection the first round and didn’t care about the consequences, this time he’s actually saying it out loud.
And the thought doesn’t scare me.
My heart hammers so hard I worry he can hear it through my breastbone. I want to ask if he’s joking, if it’s just dirty talk. But the ferocious, dark hunger in his eyes tells me it’s not a joke.
His cock is still hard, angled right between my thighs.
The heat of his massive frame swarms around me.
When he shifts, the tip of his dick lightly rubs my pussy, and my whole body throbs.
“You want it, don’t you?” His fingers brush my jaw, tilting my face up to his.
“I could see it in your eyes the moment I said it. I can feel how wet you are. You want to be filled, Bianca. You want my baby.” His words are a caress and a command at the same time.
I can’t deny it. Not to him, not to myself. I ache for it.
The thought of him taking me, marking me, breeding me; I shudder and feel milk spurt from my tender nipples, splashing onto his chest. It’s as if my body is already preparing for it.
Nicholas notices immediately, grinning in triumph.
“Sweet girl, look at you. Can’t control yourself, can you?
” He brings a hand up, cups my breast, and squeezes, letting the opaque fluid bead and then dribble down his hand.
He licks it off two of his fingers without breaking eye contact, and the intimacy of it makes me dizzy.
“I want to make you mine, Bianca.” He says it softly, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he touches me. He grips my hips, guiding me down so that the thick tip of his cock is pressing against my entrance. “I want your milk, your womb…all of you.”
My legs part wider without conscious thought. “I want you to do it,” I say, the words barely above a whisper. My cheeks burn because I know how desperate I sound, and I should be ashamed, but I’m not. “I want you to finish inside me. Please, breed me.”
A low groan drifts from his lips, and in one smooth movement he enters me.
He pushes in all the way, burying himself to the root, and I gasp at the sweet, perfect ache of it.
His hands grip my hips so tightly I can feel the bruises forming, but I don’t care.
I want to feel this for days after. I want everyone to know what he’s done to me.
Nicholas fucks me slowly, at first. He’s savoring the moment, tracing his fingers over my ribs, my breasts, my thigh, and my hips. He bends his head to drink from me, taking long, lazy pulls of milk that leave me trembling.
The idea of my ex’s father knocking me up shouldn’t thrill me.
I should have some kind of rational, scared reaction.
But the heat that blazes between my thighs is more powerful than any fear.
I’m so wet I can hear the creamy suction between each thrust, and Nicholas is so huge I feel every drag and pull as he glides in and out.
His cock stretches me, fills me, and I want to feel him lose control inside my body.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are right now?” he rasps, rocking his hips with a slow, brutal rhythm. “How perfect you look dripping your milk on me while I fuck you?”
He sits up a little, so we’re face-to-face and chest-to-chest. “I love watching you make a mess for me.” His arms wrap around my back and pull me tight against him, so my leaking breasts mash against his hard body.
Thin jets of milk streak his abs, his pecs, and our lower bodies as he gives more savage, deep strokes. “That’s it. My perfect girl. You’re going to be so beautiful, pregnant with my child.”
One hand grabs my right boob and kneads it, hard enough to make the milk spurt out between our bodies in thick rivulets. The other hand tugs my hair, tilting my head back so he can bite and suck at my neck, marking my skin.
The sensation of being used and cherished at the same time is overwhelming.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on as he lowers his head and sucks at my breast with desperate hunger.
Milk pours into his mouth, and the more he takes, the rougher he gets, rutting into me with deep, punishing thrusts.
I can’t decide what I love more: the brutal pounding, the milky mess he’s turned us into, or the sight of his lips latched to my tit.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
He lowers himself back onto the pillows with me on top of him, grabbing my waist to bounce me up and down while his lips stay locked on my teat. I moan helplessly, my mind blank with need. I feel the crest of my orgasm winding up, dark and massive.
“It’s so good,” I whimper, rolling my hips to try to get him even deeper. With each downward motion, my clit presses against him, pushing me closer to the edge. “God, Nicholas! Don’t stop.”
I try to keep my balance, knees digging into the sheets, but every bounce, every upward stroke of his hard rod inside me, makes my breath stutter.
My tits bounce, streaks of white liquid painting both of us, and Nicholas’s mouth never leaves my body for long.
He switches from one breast to the other, growling his approval, his praise so filthy it turns my skin molten.
“Good girl,” he breathes, biting down on my nipple and making me jolt. “Look at you, dripping all over my cock. You’re so needy. So eager for me to put a baby in you.” The words are like a hand between my legs. I want to scream for him, ride him faster, fuck him until the world ends.
He lets go of my breast to grab my hips, lifting me higher, and then slams me down onto his cock so hard I’m shaking all over.
I moan, but it’s drowned out by the slick sound of our bodies meeting, the wet, smacking echo filling the room.
My pussy clenches so hard I can barely think, and my whole body feels like it’s about to explode.
I arch my back, shameless, desperate for more. “Harder,” I beg, not caring if it’s too much or too loud. “Please, Nicholas, just…”
He silences me with a brutal snap of his hips, his cock driving so deep I feel him in my stomach. “Take it,” he grits out. “Keep milking my dick. Show me you deserve my cum.”
His hands grip my ass, spreading me wide, and he grinds up into me until the pressure is dizzying. The orgasm comes out of nowhere. Rushing through me, shattering me from head to toe, so intense I can’t see straight.
I scream his name, gripping his thick shaft with my spasming pussy, and the hot jet of breastmilk that shoots from my tits covers his face and neck.
Instead of flinching, Nicholas chuckles, then yanks me down to smother his mouth in my leaking tit.
He drinks as I convulse around him, never slowing, never giving me a second to recover.
I collapse onto his chest, still trembling, my legs feeling useless. But Nicholas isn’t finished. He wraps both arms around me, rolls us so I’m flat on my back, and pounds into me with a steady, ruthless rhythm.
“Gonna fill you up, Bianca,” he pants, leaning down to whisper right at my ear. “Gonna fuck my cum so deep in this pussy…your body will have no choice but to make me a baby.”
I can barely process the pleasure, let alone form a word. I just cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, whimpering with each thrust. I want to tell him I want nothing more than to have his child, but it’s all too much. The only sound I can make is a helpless, wanton moan.
Nicholas pounds into me, not letting up as more filthy words fall out of him. “You want to get pregnant, baby girl? Want to feel my seed leaking out of you all night? Tell me.”
“Yes,” I groan, mindless with need. “God, yes! Please, Nicholas. Please!”
He slams into me, once, twice, then my name rings through the air while his body goes rigid.
He buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing, and I feel the first warm rush of his semen flood me.
It’s all so intense, so primal, that I climax again, clenching around him like I never want to let him go.
Nicholas groans my name once more, his breath ragged and feral as he empties himself, his hips still grinding to push every last drop into me.
For a long moment we’re frozen, still shuddering with aftershocks, wrapped together so close I can barely tell where I end and he begins.
I feel every throb of his dick as it pumps thick, sticky heat deep inside me, and I moan because I can’t help it.
My body is greedy, desperate for every drop he gives me.
When his breathing finally evens out, he keeps me pinned in his arms. I love it. I love the way his body cages mine, how his cock stays buried inside me, refusing to leave even after he’s finished. I can feel his cum leaking out already, pooling around his shaft, making a mess between my thighs.
He kisses me then, slow and deep, and I taste my own milk on his lips. “You’re mine, Bianca,” he whispers, biting softly at my jaw. “No one else will ever touch you like this. No one else will ever fill you the way I do.”
I believe him. Every word.
There’s no point pretending to be shy or embarrassed now. I love how filthy we are together. I love that he wants to own me, to mark me, and to make me his in every possible way. I want to be the mother of his child. The realization lands heavy and hot in my stomach, an ache that’s almost painful.
Nicholas pulls out slowly, and I gasp at the loss, at the way his cum immediately pours out of me, slicking my thighs and the bed. He spreads my legs and takes a moment to admire the sight, then drags his fingers through the creamy mess, rubbing it back into my swollen, sore pussy.
“Such a good girl,” he says, voice thick with pride. “Took all of me. You’re going to be so perfect, so gorgeous carrying my baby.”
As if he’s already imagining it, he lowers his head to my belly and plants a light kiss on it. “I can’t wait,” I whisper back.
Then he kisses me on the lips. “I love you, baby girl.”
Those three words hit me harder than the orgasms or the dirty talk. And I know he means them.
I kiss him back, feeling as though I’m floating in the air. “I love you, too.”