38. Milo
Milo
Although I much preferred it when Rowan would take control and throw me around, I found I quite liked using his body while he slept too. I could get as much of his dick as I wanted, grinding and rolling my hips to make him hit all the places I liked most.
His cock was so big. It filled me so much. More. I wanted him to live inside me, so he could come into my womb over and over and get me pregnant.
Pregnant. I needed to be pregnant. Needed his pup inside me. Needed it now.
More.
I bounced harder, feeling him fill me completely every time I came down on him. Yes. Fuck. Yes.
Rowan groaned, my vigorous efforts preventing him from being able to sleep properly. I could feel sorry for that later. For now, I needed his dick more than he needed sleep.
My claws dug into his chest as my body spasmed around him, spilling all over his cock and stomach. Not enough. He needed to come too. Inside me. So I could get pregnant.
“Rowan,” I sobbed, grinding against him. “Please.”
My body was too hot. Burning up. It was too much for me. I couldn’t make it stop. But Rowan could. He’d done it before. He needed to do it again. Now.
“Please,” I sobbed again, then collapsed over him, inhaling his scent. It calmed me and further ignited the fire at the same time. Too much. Not enough.
I bit him. My teeth coming down over his collarbone and refusing to let go.
“Fuck, little hurricane,” he groaned.
Yes. Wake up.
His big hand tangled in my hair, gripping roughly as he pulled my head back to make me stop. I bit down harder. Rowan gripped tighter, until pain rippled over my scalp, and my mouth tasted metallic, and only then did I release him. He was bleeding. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to do it again.
Was he mad at me?
I wanted to do it again.
Before I had the chance, my face was shoved into the mattress as Rowan flipped us. His cock slipped out in the process and I wanted to cry. My body clenched around nothing. So empty.
I sobbed.
Two fingers pressed into me and I groaned with relief, but they weren’t enough. “You want to be filled?” he asked. Firm but not angry.
Another sob left me as I nodded.
“I’ll show you filled.”
His fingers left my slit, smoothed higher, and pressed at my other hole.
“Ever put anything in this hole before?”
I shook my head.
“Trust me?”
I nodded. Of course I trusted him. I trusted him more than anyone else in my life.
He was my mate. My heart. I belonged to him completely.
Rowan could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d let him because I knew him.
He’d never hurt me. He’d never do anything I wouldn’t like.
He was my perfect mate. Whatever he wanted was what I wanted.
The slick he collected from my channel made his finger slippery enough to press inside. It was a weird feeling, and entirely the wrong hole I wanted him filling. I couldn’t get pregnant from that one.
Then his finger curled inside me and I groaned, my slit leaking as if to remind him where he was needed. He pulled his finger out, and I thought he’d finally put it where it should be, but he just collected more slick and used it to push back inside my butt.
This time when he had it inside me and curled it, pleasure sparked up my spine and I groaned in delight.
“Feels good too, doesn’t it?” he asked, and I nodded.
I tried to talk, but only sounds would come out instead of words.
Rowan continued to play with that hole, pulling his fingers out to slick them up again and press them inside, until he had three fingers in there and I was crying and drooling onto the blankets.
My body trembled as he pulled them out again, and a moment later something else hard was gliding through my slick, collecting it before pushing into my ass. I came as it filled me and pushed against that spot that made my whole spine jolt with pleasure.
I hadn’t recovered before Rowan’s cock was pressing into my slit.
So full. I was so fucking full. Sweet relief.
“A dildo in your ass and a cock in your pussy,” Rowan groaned.
I whimpered.
Then he was fucking me, his hands gripping my hips roughly as he took complete control of my body, exactly the way I wanted him to.
Good. Yes. Fuck. I was so so full. I never wanted this to end.
The blankets beneath my face were wet with tears and spit, but I didn’t care. Couldn’t. There was no room for caring about anything. No room for thoughts. I was too full.
He moved faster, harder. Bliss. I was shoved forward by his thrusts and dragged back by his hands. It was perfect. It was the best I’d ever felt. Surrounded by my nest. My scent and his. Ours. My mate filling me up. His big cock promising to fill my womb with every thrust.
My body spasmed again, clenching around his dick and the dildo in the strongest climax I’d ever had. Rowan groaned, thrusting faster, once, twice, and then slamming deep as his cum filled me up.
I sobbed in relief.
Then I felt it. A small feeling deep inside me, expanding. Relief unlike any I’d felt so far, and I knew right away. He’d done it. I was pregnant.