Filled by the College Boyfriend Unprotected Breeding Kink Erotica #2
Isabel leaned in, her lips parting as she leaned over his lap. She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth wide and slid her wet, hot tongue directly over the sensitive crown of his shaft, swirling around the leaking tip to catch the heavy bead of pre cum.
"Oh, fuck," Carson choked out, his hands immediately flying to her hair, his fingers tangling in the dark strands to hold her close.
She swallowed him whole, sliding her mouth down the thick, pulsing length of his cock until his girth was buried deep in her throat.
The intense, tight suction of her mouth was completely overwhelming.
She knew exactly what she was doing. She kept her hands wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft, squeezing him firmly while her mouth worked in a brutal, relentless rhythm, sliding up and down his sensitive skin.
Every single stroke of her lips was a calculated distraction.
Isabel was intentionally driving him past the point of reason, using the raw, explicit power of her mouth to make him forget all about the rubber barrier resting on the couch.
She swirled her tongue around the ridges of his shaft, her hot breath warming his skin, creating a scorching contrast against the cool air of the room.
Carson was hyperventilating, his hips twitching involuntarily as she sucked him deeper.
He could feel the slick, frictionless heat of her saliva coating his entire member, making him look even larger and darker in the dim light.
The sheer sensation was pushing him dangerously close to the edge before they had even truly started.
"Isabel... stop, wait," Carson wheezed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped her head. "If you keep doing that... I’m going to lose it right here. Stop."
Isabel slowly pulled her mouth free, letting out a wet, heavy sigh.
A thin silver thread of saliva connected her lips to the glistening head of his cock.
She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her expression dark with an unhinged, intensely physical need.
She reached over, her eyes locking onto his, and picked up the condom wrapper from the cushion.
She didn't hand it to him. Instead, she slowly rolled the latex onto her fingers and positioned it over his wet shaft herself. But she did it with a deliberate, agonizing slowness, her hands rubbing against his sensitive skin in a way that felt more like a tease than protection.
"Fine," Isabel whispered, her voice tight with a rebellious, stubborn edge as she finally rolled the barrier all the way down to the base of his cock, hiding his heavy veins behind the dull, translucent layer of rubber. "If you want to be safe, we’ll be safe. For now."
She stood up, her bare pussy glistening as she stepped over his legs, straddling his lap once again. The rubber was on, but the tension in the room hadn't dissipated—it had only mutated into something far more volatile.
The translucent rubber barrier was finally rolled all the way down to the root of Carson’s heavy, throbbing shaft, but the victory felt entirely hollow.
The cool, unnatural layer of latex completely killed the raw skin-to-skin warmth he had been drowning in just moments before.
He was still incredibly hard, his 21 year old pulse racing with a frantic, desperate rhythm, but the barrier felt like a wall standing between him and the unhinged passion sitting on his lap.
Isabel didn't wait for him to get his bearings.
She adjusted her weight, her bare knees digging into the cushions on either side of his hips.
Her tiny black sundress was bunched entirely up around her waist, completely exposing the slick, swollen lips of her pussy.
She reached down between them, her small fingers wrapping around the covered length of his cock, guiding the blunt, rubber-shielded head directly against her soaking wet clit.
"Look at what you're doing to me, Carson," Isabel groaned, her voice cracking with a deep, frustrated heat.
She rubbed the latex covered tip of his shaft up and down her center, smearing her clear, heavy juices all over the synthetic material.
Even with the protection in place, the sheer sensation of her hot, weeping core sliding against him made Carson’s stomach lurch with pure lust.
But as Isabel continued to friction her swollen pink lips against him, her brow furrowed in a deep, open display of irritation.
"I can't feel you," she complained, her teeth clenching as she delivered a sharp, heavy downward grind. "It feels like nothing. It’s too dull."
"Isabel, it's fine, it’s working," Carson panted, his hands flying to her bare hips to steady her.
His heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
He was terrified of how intense she was being, but the sight of her completely exposed body, entirely glistening with her own arousal, was short-circuiting his ability to think rationally. "Just... let me get inside you."
Isabel let out a sharp, ragged breath and lifted her hips, positioning the head of his covered cock directly over her tight, welcoming opening.
She paused for a fraction of a second, her dilated dark eyes locking onto his with a fierce, almost territorial gaze, and then she dropped her weight completely.
Carson let out a loud, strangled choke as his girth forced its way into her.
Her pussy was incredibly tight, clamping down around his shaft with an instant, crushing suction that sent a violent spike of pleasure straight to his brain.
He was buried deep inside her, his pelvis pinned flush against her smooth, bare thighs.
But the moment his entry was complete, Isabel didn't ride him with the explosive ecstasy he expected.
Instead, she let out a loud, heavy whine of deep dissatisfaction, her head slumping forward against his shoulder.
"It’s all wrong," Isabel whispered, her fingers digging viciously into the muscles of his back.
She began to slowly pump her hips up and down, but the slick, frictionless slide of the rubber against her internal walls was clearly driving her crazy in all the wrong ways.
"It feels so cold, Carson. I can feel the plastic sliding inside me. I don't want the plastic. I want you."
"Fuck, Isabel, please," Carson groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he forced his hands to grip her waist, trying to establish a rhythm despite her complaints.
He lifted his hips, meeting her downward grinds with heavy, athletic thrusts.
The friction of her saturated pussy juices lubricating the condom made a wet, heavy slapping sound in the quiet living room.
It was intensely hot, and his body was operating on pure, primal instinct, but the psychological weight of her frustration was starting to mess with his head.
Every time he drove his covered shaft deep into her tight canal, he could feel how badly she wanted the raw, dangerous reality of his bare skin.
"No, Carson, stop, look at me," Isabel commanded, her voice dropping into a demanding, unyielding tone.
She suddenly halted her movements, pinning his pelvis down against the couch cushions, locking him deep inside her tight, throbbing walls.
She forced him to look up, her dark eyes completely unhinged with a raw, maternal hunger that sent a cold shiver of fear and excitement straight through his chest.
"Feel how tight I am around you. I’m squeezing your cock so hard right now, but we’re both missing it. You're hiding from me."
"I'm not hiding, I'm trying to be smart," Carson wheezed, his breathing completely ragged as his thumbs traced the smooth curve of her hips.
A heavy layer of sweat was starting to coat his bare chest, the heat in the apartment rising by the second.
"We've only been out a few times, Isabel. If the condom breaks, or if we don't use it... you could get pregnant. Do you have any idea how risky that is? We’re 21. We can't have a baby right now. It ruins lives."
Isabel didn't flinch at the word baby. In fact, the moment the word left his lips, her eyes seemed to dilate even further, a dark, heavy flush spreading across her cheeks and down her chest.
Her internal muscles contracted violently around his rubber-coated shaft, a sudden, powerful spasm of her pussy that nearly made him blow his load right then and there.
"Maybe I want it to be risky," Isabel whispered, her voice dropping to a dangerous, seductive purr right against his ear.
She shifted her hips, deliberately grinding her swollen clit against the base of his covered cock, sending a wave of electric heat straight to his groin.
"Maybe I want to feel exactly how dangerous your cock is inside me. I want your raw seed, Carson. I want to feel you stretching me out without anything protecting us."
The sheer, unapologetic filth of her dirty talk made Carson’s mind spin out of control.
The fear of pregnancy was a massive, terrifying wall, but Isabel was chipping away at it with a terrifying level of precision.
She lifted her hips, pulling his covered shaft almost entirely out of her weeping pink lips, before slamming back down to the hilt with a loud, wet slap.
"Take it off," Isabel begged, her voice switching from a command to a desperate, unvarnished plea as she began to ride him faster, her dark curls tossing wildly around her shoulders. "Please, Daddy, take it off. Let me feel your bare skin."
The word hung in the humid air of the apartment like a physical weight.
Carson’s brain fractured under the sheer, unadulterated taboo of what Isabel was asking for.
At 21, the entire concept of the breeding kink was something he had only ever seen in the deepest, most explicit corners of adult content online.
Hearing it fall from the lips of the gorgeous, soaking-wet girl riding his lap made his entire body lock up in a state of suspended shock.
But his terror was just as potent as his lust.
The cold, logical part of his mind was screaming that they were dancing on the edge of a cliff.
"No, Isabel," Carson panted, his voice cracking as he firmly gripped her waist, trying to slow the frantic, desperate rhythm of her hips.
"No, we aren't doing that. We can’t. I'm keeping it on."
Isabel didn't argue with words this time. Instead, she used her body as a weapon to break his resolve.