Page 10 of Fear Me, Love Me

“I want you swollen with my baby, a ring on your finger, and living in my house where I can protect you,” he says, pulling all the way out. He spreads me open with his fingers and looks at my channel, and then sinks his teeth into his lower lip with a groan before shoving himself back inside me again. “So pink and perfect for me to fuck. Who’s Tyrant’s good girl?”

I moan softly and close my eyes. His deep, hypnotic voice is making me lose my mind.

“Go on, tell me. Who’s Tyrant’s good little slut?”

“Me,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips and giving in to him. With my hands pressed against his muscled stomach, I can feel the motion of his body as he drills his cock into me.

“Feel how stretched tight you are around me.”

Obediently, I reach down between us to wrap my finger and thumb around his slippery girth as he pistons in and out of my pussy. He’s so thick that my fingertips don’t meet on the other side.

I drag my fingers up and over my clit, rubbing myself and gasping in delight as the pleasure doubles. Nothing else matters right now. Only Tyrant and what he’s doing to me. I’m nearly sobbing again he’s making me feel so good.

“I love it when you touch yourself for me. Have you been humping your pillow and moaning my name?” Tyrant gives me a wicked smile. He’s just so sure that I’ve been masturbating over him. If I wasn’t so far gone, I’d hate that he’s one hundred percent right.

My orgasm starts to rush up, but I stop touching myself before it can overwhelm me.

Tyrant takes my hand and sucks on my wet fingers. “Fuck, you taste delicious. Are you going to make yourself come for me?”

His tongue feels criminally good moving against my fingers.

“I want it to last.” Being here with him means my world is filled with color and light, which is ironic considering I’m being fucked by the man with the darkest heart in Henson.

“So have another orgasm. And another. Come as many times as you want, angel. I won’t stop fucking you until you’re a pretty wet mess.”

I reach down and touch myself again, my eyes glued to Tyrant’s beautiful, menacing face. He talks me through my first orgasm, watching my fingers circling my clit as his thick cock moves in and out of me.

“Angel, when I’m not with you, I’m constantly thinking about burying myself in your tight pink velvet. Will you scream if I come in through your window at night and fuck you while you sleep? You probably will. You’re such a screamer, so I’ll have to gag you first. If the baby doesn’t take this time, I’ll get you while you’re out cold and can’t stop me.”

I gasp and take my fingers away, but I’m still going to come. I shouldn’t encourage him to talk this way by coming because then he might actually do it, and I really won’t be able to think about birth control if I’m unconscious.

But it’s too late, and there’s nothing I can do to stop what’s about to happen. My pussy clenches on Tyrant’s thick shaft. My back arches and my blood overheats with pleasure. He fucks me through my orgasm, and it’s only just beginning to fade when another rises up and takes over me, deeper and stronger this time.

“I can feel you, angel. That’s my girl. Milk my cock,” he groans.

My climaxes run together until I don’t know where one finishes and another one begins. The next thing I know, I’m screaming his name and clawing his shoulders, begging for more. Fuck me deeper. Pound me harder.

Tyrant braces both hands on either side of my head and hammers into me. “Jesus,fuck, girl. I’m going to come.”

“Please, Tyrant,” I moan.

A wicked grin spreads over his face, and I’m too far gone to register why he’s looking at me like that.

Then I remember.

They’ll all get it through their thick skulls when my baby starts to show in your belly.

“Wait. Pull out. Pullout.”

Tyrant keeps on pounding with long strokes of his cock. His breathing is heavy and his cheeks flush red. “Do I ever pull out?”

I wasn’t thinking straight those other times. I’m never thinking clearly around Tyrant. Clarity swans in hours after he’s gone, bringing her best friend, Shame. Then in comes Common Sense with a heavy sigh and tells me to go get a Plan B.

“No, but—”

“Hold still while I fuck my baby into you.”

I’m trying my hardest to move but he won’t let me. He pushes my other thigh up to my chest and spreads my legs wider, deepening his strokes. My hands fly out to brace myself against the leather seats. He’s really going to do it. The muscles of his stomach are rippling beneath his tattoos. His breathing is heavy. A lock of fair hair is falling over his forehead. He looksmagnificent.

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