Chapter 42 #3
But fuck if it isn’t true. I want this man to make me a mom more than anything. I’ve been thinking about getting pregnant since the night he brought up marrying me. I can’t help it, or deny it, apparently.
“Yeah?” he grinds out. “You want me to breed you, baby?”
A sob tears out of my throat.
Breed. Me.
He said the words, and I fucking loved it.
My eyes threaten to roll back, and I swear I’m starting to tremble. His words and his touch, it’s all too much. “So bad, yesss!”
“Oh yeah, my greedy little wife loves that, doesn’t she?
” he drawls, slowing his pace so that he can’t push me over the edge yet again.
“Is that what you think about every time I come inside of you? Every time I fill up your snug little pussy with my big fat cock? Do you get off thinking about getting pregnant and being stuck with me forever?”
“Making you stuck with me,” I correct, barely getting the words out. He’s almost stolen away my ability to speak.
“Oh, Rayna,” he tsks, caressing my tits with soft fingers. “There’s no need to baby trap me. I’m not going anywhere. Though, seeing you swell with my heir…that’s exactly what I want.”
“So d-do it,” I cry out, squirming beneath him.
“God,” he groans, forehead dropping to mine. “You’re fucking starving for it, such a good little wife for me, begging to be bred.”
A ridiculously loud whimper vibrates in my throat. “Please!”
“Can you promise to come again for me?” he asks in a tease against my cheek. “Can you earn my cum by milking it out of me with your greedy cunt, baby? Are you close enough? Are you ready to be a perfect girl for me and do as you’re told, hmm?”
I nod drunkenly, unable to form words. I’m so close that I can taste it, I just need him to return his pace, to fuck me through it. Fast and deep, like before. The way he’s perfected driving me wild.
Apollo moans in approval and starts to thrust into me harder, adding more pressure against my clit. Almost instantly, stars burst behind my vision. Blinding pleasure makes me melt, whimpering and flushing with heat.
“Ohmyfuckinggodddd,” I slur, losing all of my composure.
My walls tighten up around him, and the ache inside my core bursts. My pussy clenches hard, spasming in a rapid pulse around Apollo’s cock.
“Just like that,” he praises, voice going rough.
My moans soften as I tremble through every last thrust, basking in the glow of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
Apollo’s hips buck in an uncontrolled snap, and I feel his cock throb and erupt.
Hot cum spills deep into my waiting cunt, so much flooding me that it feels more like a gush than several spurts.
If I wasn’t so horny, I think that would sound incredibly unappealing, but something primitive inside me preens. Goddamn, I’m obsessed with it.
Seconds of catching my breath pass, until he stops moving entirely. Our peaks of pleasure have slowly faded, and all that remains is delicious exhaustion. Apollo leans down to kiss me, long and slow, almost as if he’s thanking me for what we just did.
“Don’t move,” he whispers, pulling back.
Confused but willing to listen, I remain still as he reaches for a pillow. He lifts my butt off the bed, his softening cock still locked inside of me. Setting the pillow under me, he directs me to hook my arms under my thighs.
“Keep your legs up, love,” he instructs firmly. “Every drop that you let fall out of you, is the number of times I’m going to spank you. I can’t have you wasting any of what I just gave you, can I?”
My face warms at his filthy promise, and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. “How long do I have to stay like this? I’m going to need a nap, you know? You wrung me out.”
“Ten minutes,” he decides, looking at his watch as he slips out of me, careful not to let any cum come out with him. “And then I’m going to get you cleaned up, and you can have your nap. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for your next dose.”
“My next dose?” I huff. “Shall I call you Dr. Apollo, then?”
He shrugs, almost playfully. “We could try it.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes. Something moves around inside of me, and I suck in a breath, realizing that laughing almost made cum spill out of my pussy. My face burns as Apollo watches me, his eyes planted firmly between my legs, clearly having noticed the same.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, and I don’t feel the immediate urge to cross my legs and cover myself. The vulnerability doesn’t feel embarrassing, it feels sexy. “I’m going to be sore after this,” I admit shyly.
“Seven more minutes and I’ll rub you in the shower, love.”
And he isn’t lying. Once the time is up, Apollo pulls me into the most luxurious steaming shower.
He positively pampers me under the spray, massaging me with soaps and scented scrubs.
He takes down my half-up hair style, removing every pin carefully before washing and conditioning my hair with care.
He even makes sure it’s detangled so that when we get out, I don’t have to fuss with it.
When we finally finish, he dries me off entirely—hair included.
I feel like I’m floating by the time he rubs some lotion on my arms and legs, grabbing a bag he had brought to the room before we arrived.
There’s days worth of cozy clothing, and any toiletries I might need. The man thought of everything.
Putting me into a soft and sultry pajama set, he leads me back into the bedroom, pulling off the top blanket so that we can nap on a clean set. Feeling grateful and relaxed, I snuggle into his chest, utterly spent.
Best night ever.