Chapter 24 #3
He made a harsh sound, his throat strangling my retreating cock and taking it hostage.
Panting, I glanced down into glassy, shining eyes.
“If I stay in that Shangri-la you call a throat one more second, I’m going to breed you until you taste my cum with every breath you take for a week.”
His pupils dilated until the storm clouds in his eyes were eclipsed by black. He nodded and shifted back, pulling a long, relieved groan from my throat that turned into a stunned grunt when he quickly changed position and slammed back onto me so deep that I saw stars.
Something inside me roared as if that had been a challenge I would absolutely accept.
Reaching down, I grabbed his throat, muscles tightening when I felt the ridge of me against my palm.
“You want me to breed this tight little throat?” I growled.
He swallowed around me.
“You better swallow every drop. I want every single one of my babies floating in your belly.
He whined, and I lost it, holding him there like a rag doll and fucking into him with a ferocity that should have scared me but no longer mattered.
I stared down at him as I used him, watching tears falling from his cheeks, only to be replaced by more.
I drove into him, feeling his throat stretch and reveling that I was in so deep.
Just before I could spill over, I pulled back, letting him gasp and cough while letting my crown slide across his lips.
“Nothing turns me on more than knowing I’m knocking you up,” I whispered, pressing my tip against his tongue.
He lapped at it, nails digging into my hips.
“You want that, Pip? You want my babies inside you?”
He nodded desperately, pushing further onto my dick.
“Hmmm, I can feel you clenching. You want every drop, don’t you? Such a greedy boy.”
His whine vibrated my dick, and I lost it, penetrating until he was gagging and I was coming so hard my vision went black.
The sound of him choking had me easing back, but before I could go too far, his hand wrapped around my shaft and held me inside.
My hand went back around his throat, gentle this time so he could breathe.
“Swallow,” I coaxed, and he did immediately. “Again,” I said. “Again.”
He repeated until I was sure everything I gave was tucked deep inside him, and the hand on his throat went into his hair, stroking gently as I tried to recover from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.
He slid off my softening dick but wrapped his arms around my hips to hug me close. I could feel the hammering of his heart against my thigh, and something primal in me found deep satisfaction.
A few quiet moments passed with only the sounds of splashing water mixed with our evening breaths. I pulled back first, keeping my hands on his body because of the way he trembled, and slowly guided him onto his back. His lashes fluttered, and a smile curved his swollen lips.
So precious it aches.
“Did I hurt you?” Now that my brain was back in working order, I was a little alarmed at how off-rails I’d gone.
“No,” he rasped, his voice noticeably hoarse.
“Rett,” I said seriously. “Was that too much?”
He smiled again and slid his arm between us to rest his hand on his abdomen. “It was perfect.”
He looked so smug, as though he’d finally gotten what he wanted.
I stretched out over him. “Someone’s got a breeding kink.”
“I didn’t even know that was a thing until right now.” His voice was still strained like I’d rearranged his vocal cords. “But you clearly do.”
Something in my chest tightened. The urge to withdraw was almost overwhelming. I was getting vulnerable with him. Doing things I’d only imagined but never felt safe enough to explore in reality.
“And now that you do?” I asked, fighting the instinct to retreat. It was so foreign that a rush of anger swept through me because being exposed like this was against my entire nature.
“Now that I do, I would walk around pregnant if I could.”
Groaning, I melted into him, all resistance in my limbs gone like it was never even there. His arms hugged me tight, one leg wrapping around my hip.
“If I could have a baby,” he whispered against my ear, “the only one I’d want is yours.”
Even though my tank was empty, I felt something deep inside me stir.
It made me realize I was a selfish bastard. Here I was, having all my wet, secret dreams come true, and he hadn’t even had an orgasm.
Cool air rushed between us when I pushed up. He grabbed at me, but I shook my head and looked between our bodies toward his soft dick.
“Fuck,” I spat, already giving myself a mental lashing.
“Hiro?” The fear in Pip’s voice made me look down.
“I’m sorry, baby. I lost my head. You just felt too good. I’ll take care of you right now.”
He giggled.
I scowled. “You think that’s funny?”
“It’s funny you didn’t notice me coming completely untouched.”
Wait. What?
I glanced down again, noting that his tip was glossy. Lifting my head, I asked, “You came?”
His lips curled in before he spoke. “The second you called me greedy.”
Oh, well, then what could I say? I’m just that good.
I cupped his face. “You’re perfect.”
“I don’t care as long as I’m yours.”
See what I mean? Perfect.