7. Kayla
SEVEN
KAYLA
Victor stares at me for a beat, making me wonder if I’ve said something wrong. Should I not like it when he cums inside me?
When he does answer, his voice is a low rasp. “Baby, are you on birth control?”
I shake my head and feel his arms tighten around my waist.
Did I do something wrong?
“Sorry, I should have explained before.”
I glance up at him and I can’t look away. He doesn’t look angry. Victor’s blue eyes are intent and dark on mine.
“Don’t apologize, baby.”
“I don’t get it?—”
He slides his hands down to my lower stomach, stroking soothing patterns over my skin. It sends a chill of excitement down my spine.
“At your age, you’re very fertile, Kayla. You could get pregnant, you know.”
Why is he looking at me like that?
“I know,” I say quietly. I got carried away. It was stupid.
“Hmm.” At first I think it’s a noise of disapproval, from the back of his throat, but he also sounds satisfied. He raises his hand to my cheek, stroking my skin and playing with a strand of hair. “What if we did it again?”
Maybe it’s the three orgasms that have fried my brain. But nothing Victor is saying makes sense.
“What?” I’d thought he was telling me off for risking pregnancy, but now he’s suggesting that we do it again. “Wouldn’t that?—?”
“Increase the chances of getting you pregnant? For sure.”
He pushes me onto his back and strokes his cock as he looks down at me. I’m so spent from my orgasm that I just watch him in a daze.
I gaze up at Victor. His dark hair is swept back from his forehead, his eyes are intent as he drinks in my body, and his hand moves over the substantial length of his cock.
I take a few seconds to process the fact that he’s already fully hard and ready to fuck me again. Victor wasn’t chastising me for liking his cum inside me — he was turned on.
I prop myself up on my eyebrows and tilt my head in confusion. “Wait, you’re not mad at me?”
He lets out a chuckle at the surprise on my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “If only you knew, baby. Do you know what I was thinking about before you came in here? When you heard me moan your name?”
“N-no?”
He strokes his cock faster and I watch his face drop into that determined, lustful expression. “I was imagining that you let me breed you.”
“You want to get me pregnant?”
Hot arousal spreads through my whole body.
He nods, fully serious. I know this is crazy — I just lost my virginity to my best friend’s dad. And now he’s seriously talking about starting a life with me?
“I mean, look at you, Kayla. Your curvy body is just begging for me to put a baby inside you.”
I don’t even know how to respond to that. And I can’t explain why this is making me so insanely aroused.
“It is?”
He nods. “That’s why you liked it so much when I came inside you, baby. We can’t keep our hands off each other. Maybe this is why.”
Why is this so hot? Why does some part of me feel like he’s right?
Victor is in his 50s, and far too old for me to be contemplating spending my life with him. But I love the idea of having his child. Something about him makes me feel so safe and secure.
He rubs the head of his cock up and down the centre of my pussy. I’m a dripping mess — soaked with my own arousal and the load of his cum already inside me.
I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut with pleasure as he teases me with his cock. “Do you want me to cum inside you again?”
I can’t deny it. Not when I’m practically dripping all over him as he tells me he wants to knock me up.
I nod my head, my face flushing as I allow myself to admit what I want. “Please, Victor.”
He leans forward to kiss me gently.
“Don’t be ashamed, Kayla. It’s only natural, after all. You want someone who can provide for you.”
This time, when he stuffs his cock inside me, there’s no pain. There’s only pure, animalistic need.
Pleasure rolls through my body in waves as Victor takes what he wants from me. He’s rougher this time, his hands squeezing my breasts and pulling my legs wider so he can get as deep as possible.
I don’t have to do a thing — I just lie back and let Victor fuck me, deep and hard.
I gasp as Victor lifts one of my legs up so he can slide further inside me.
“You like that, don’t you, baby? You want this cum nice and deep in that fertile pussy.”
I’m finding that I can hardly speak, not while he fucks me like this. “Mmm. Feels so good, Victor.”
I let out a sob of frustration when he pulls all the way out, only to realize that he’s just changing positions. He pushes both my legs behind my head, so that my pussy is fully open for him to fuck.
Every thrust rocks my body to the core.
I know that he’s close when his face darkens in determination and he starts to let out a breathless grunt with every thrust.
“Beg for it, baby.”
“Give me your cum. Please. I need it, Victor.”
“Take it like a good girl.”
He gives a loud groan as he cums. It’s followed by the addictive sensation of hot, sticky cum hitting my cervix.
He bends down to kiss me and I savor the delicious rasp of his stubble against my lips.
“Did you like that, baby?”
I nod my head slowly, realizing the truth of it. That was even better than the first time. The sticky warmth of his cum between my legs is warm and satisfying.
He slides his fingers between my legs to check how much there is inside me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so full of cum,” he groans, pressing a kiss to my neck as he pushes it deeper inside me.