Filled by the College Boyfriend Unprotected Breeding Kink Erotica #4
"You're stretching me out so much, Daddy. It’s so deep. Give me all of it. Don't you dare pull out."
"Isabel, I'm close, I'm so fucking close," Carson roared, his vision blurring as he drove his bare cock deep into her weeping canal, his thumb finding her swollen clit to rub it in a tight, heavy circle while he pounded her raw. "Your pussy is too hot. I can't hold back without the condom."
"Good," she panted, her lips finding his mouth, tasting the salty sweat on his skin as she delivered a series of brutal, shallow grinds. "Don't hold back. I want your raw cum inside me. Fill my wet pussy, Carson. Fill me up."
The raw, skin to skin contact had completely obliterated Carson’s ability to think like a rational 21 year old.
Every single upward thrust of his bare, heavily veined cock into Isabel’s saturated canal felt like a direct jolt of pure fire hitting his brain.
He was drowning in the sheer, liquid warmth of her interior, his body operating entirely on primal instinct.
The dangerous reality of what they were doing—the absolute vulnerability of being completely unprotected—had turned from a terrifying anxiety into a relentless, intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Isabel was completely unhinged on top of him, her hips slamming down against his pelvis with a frantic, desperate speed.
Her pussy was throwing off a thick, musky heat, her wet juices foaming up where their skin met, creating a loud, wet slapping sound that filled the dim apartment.
Her internal walls were convulsing around his thick column in tight, rhythmic spasms that were rapidly dragging him toward the point of no return.
"Carson... fuck, I need it deeper," Isabel panted, her voice cracking as she paused her frantic riding for a split second, her dark eyes wide and wild with an overwhelming physical hunger. "Move me. Take me from behind. I want to feel how big your bare cock is when you hit me from the back."
The command shot a surge of pure, dominant testosterone through Carson’s veins.
He didn't say a word. He gripped her bare waist with his large hands, easily lifting her off his shaft.
The separation was a physical shock; his wet, crimson cock popped out into the cool air of the room, glistening with a mixture of his heavy pre cum and her clear, abundant juices.
He didn't give either of them time to cool down.
He stood up from the couch, his knees slightly shaking from the sheer intensity of the arousal, and guided Isabel toward the sturdy coffee table right in front of them.
"Lean over," Carson ordered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that made Isabel let out a soft, submissive whimper.
She obeyed instantly. She dropped her hands onto the dark wood of the table, bending her waist and pushing her round, smooth ass high into the air.
Her tiny black sundress rode up completely over her hips, bunching around her lower back and leaving her bare thighs and her swollen, dripping pink lips completely exposed to the light.
From this angle, her pussy looked absolutely beautiful—flushed a deep, dark pink, completely drenched and glistening, her wetness running down the inside of her thighs.
Carson stepped up behind her, his thick, rigid shaft pressing flush against the smooth skin of her buttocks. The raw heat radiating from her center was incredible. He reached down, his fingers spreading her slick, swollen outer lips, revealing the tight, pulsing ring of her opening.
"Isabel, look at me," Carson growled, leaning forward until his bare, sweating chest was pressed hard against her back.
She turned her head, looking back at him through her dark, messy curls, her lips parted as she gasped for air.
"There's no rubber to save us now," Carson whispered heavily right against her ear, his hand sliding around to grip her hip bone, anchoring her firmly in place. "If I drive it in like this, I’m going to bury my seed deep inside you. You’re asking to be filled up, Isabel. You’re asking for it."
The explicit psychological weight of his words made Isabel’s entire body shudder.
A dark, intense flush spread across her shoulders.
Her inner walls contracted visibly, a thick drop of her juices dripping onto the carpet below as she practically begged with her hips, pushing her ass backward against his waiting groin.
"Do it," she choked out, her fingers clawing at the edge of the wooden table. "I don't care about the risk. I want to feel your raw power, Carson. Slam it into me. FILL ME."
Carson didn't wait another second. He aligned the heavy, mushroom head of his bare cock with her weeping opening and delivered a brutal, authoritative forward thrust.
Slide.
His entire length buried itself inside her tight, velvet depths in one single, violent motion.
The sensation of her tight ring stretching completely open around his thickest part without a single layer of latex to dull the friction was so intensely good that Carson let out a loud, guttural roar that echoed off the apartment walls.
Isabel let out a sharp, high-pitched wail, her head tossing forward as her back arched under the sudden, massive fullness of his bare entry.
"Oh god, yes! You're so big without it!" she screamed, her internal muscles instantly locking down around his shaft in a vice-like grip that nearly made him blow his load on impact.
Carson didn't let her rest. He established a heavy, athletic, relentless pace from behind.
He pulled his bare shaft almost all the way out, letting her feel the agonizing tease of his exit, before slamming back in to the hilt, his pelvis colliding against her smooth cheeks with a loud, wet thud.
Every single stroke was a masterclass in pure, unadulterated friction.
He could feel the exact texture of her internal ridges wrapping around his sensitive crown, pulling at his skin with a suffocating, liquid suction.
He was pounding her raw, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that his fingers left faint red marks on her pale skin.
Isabel was completely at his mercy, her body rocking violently forward and backward with every heavy plunge of his cock.
The wet, messy sounds of their collision filled the room, a soundtrack of pure filth that matched the frantic, unhinged energy of her moans.
"Fuck, Isabel, your pussy is milking me," Carson wheezed, his breathing completely ragged as a heavy layer of sweat dripped from his forehead onto her bare back.
He could feel the tight, pulsing heat of her clit vibrating with every stroke, pushing him closer and closer to the absolute edge.
"I can't slow down. I'm hitting your wall. I'm going to finish inside you."
"Don't you dare pull out!" Isabel wailed, her head thrashing as she delivered a heavy backward grind against his incoming thrusts, deliberately forcing his bare cock even deeper into her tight canal. "I want all of it! Give me your raw cum! Fill my pussy up, Daddy! Fill me!"
The frantic, wet rhythm inside the dim apartment had reached a fever pitch.
Carson’s body was operating on pure, unadulterated adrenaline, his mind completely hijacked by the raw, skin to skin friction of Isabel’s tight pussy.
Every heavy, athletic plunge from behind felt like he was driving deeper into a furnace of pure velvet heat.
The wet, rhythmic slapping of his pelvis against her smooth ass cheeks echoed continuously, a primal soundtrack to their total surrender.
He was completely drenched in sweat, his muscles tensing to the point of pain as he held her hips and pounded her raw.
Without the latex barrier, the sheer sensitivity was overwhelming.
He could feel every individual contraction of her internal walls, which were now pulsing in a frantic, disorganized rhythm that signaled she was on the absolute vertical edge of her own climax.
"Carson... oh god, Carson, I'm breaking," Isabel wailed, her fingers clawing deep gouges into the wooden surface of the coffee table.
Her head was thrown back, her dark curls plastered to her sweaty neck as her back arched violently under his relentless assault.
"It’s too much. Your bare cock feels too good. I’m going to come!"
The announcement shot a violent spike of heat straight to Carson’s groin.
His thick, crimson column throbbed aggressively inside her, the vein along the underside swelling to its absolute limit.
He was right there with her. The point of no return wasn't just close; it was staring him right in the face.
Suddenly, a residual flash of sanity flared up in his brain—a last-ditch, desperate survival instinct.
The heavy, terrifying reality of the breeding kink hit him all at once.
If I cum inside her right now, completely unprotected, her life changes forever.
My life changes forever. The sheer anxiety of that consequence made his muscles lock up.
He knew he needed to pull out. He had to slide his bare, dripping shaft out of her wet canal and spray his heavy release across her ass or her back to save them from their own recklessness.
"Isabel... I have to pull out!" Carson roared, his voice completely wrecked and breathless as he prepared to yank his hips backward. "I'm going to blow! I can't stay inside!"
"No!" Isabel screamed, her voice cracking with a fierce, maternal dominance that completely short-circuited his attempt to escape.
Before he could pull his weight back, Isabel moved with terrifying speed and precision.
She didn't let him retreat. She suddenly shifted her weight, dropping her torso completely flat against the coffee table while spinning her hips just enough to trap his pelvis against her.
She reached back, her slender legs launching upward, wrapping her smooth, tight thighs completely around his waist, locking him deep inside her weeping core like a vice.
Carson let out a loud, strangled gasp as his retreat was entirely cut off. He was pinned flush against her, his bare root buried so deep inside her tight opening that their pubic bones collided with a heavy, dull thud.
"Stay inside me!" Isabel commanded, her dark eyes completely unhinged and wild as she looked back at him over her shoulder.