Page 6 of Breeding Clinic

Me either. When they said natural insemination I thought they meant the medical version of a turkey baster. But this…Fuck, this is so much better.No wonder everyone whispers that Dr. Fugo is the best. How is this legal?

His hips flex with his next inhale and his cock rubs against my clit. Teases over my hole. Notches at my entrance without pushing inside.

I can’t take the teasing any longer. He needs to either fuck me or get off so I can find my vibrator. My nails dig into his shoulder and my whine turns annoyed. “Please.”

“You want my baby, sweetheart?” he asks.

Oh, fuck. Dirty breeding talk?My eyes roll back in my head. I flex my hips, trying to impale myself on his cock. But he denies me, leaning back enough that the angle isn’t good. Here, spread out underneath him, I’m not in control.

“I want to hear you say it, sweetheart,” he says. “Tell me you want me to put my baby in you.”

“Yes,” I pant, annoyed he isn’t fucking me already. That thinking and speaking are a struggle. “Fuck me, please. I want your baby.”

His cock nudges deeper, but torturously slow. The rough sound he makes in the back of his throat as he buries himself inside my hot, wet heat satisfies me. His hips pull back and thrust again with tentative movement.

It’s been a long time since I had a partner who wasn’tbattery operated. A part of me doesn’t like that he’s taking his sweet time. Testing out the depth of my channel and how much of his cock I’m able to comfortably take.

I want all of it. My nails dig depressions in his back and my thighs squeeze his hips. “Harder.”

He lets out a surprised breath, and his next thrust comes harder. Our bodies slap together and his cock batters at my cervix. He nips my earlobe between his teeth. “Like that, hellcat?”

I frown. “They told you my name?” That isn’t fair considering I don’t know his. Only his donor number.

“Hmm?” His thrusts pause.

“Kat.”

He thrusts again, slow and deep. His weight is heavy as he settles himself on top of me. And his eyes stare into me, before dropping down to my mouth. “Can I kiss you, pretty kitty?”

I miss kissing. Maybe more than sex, outside of a heat of course. I nod, and his lips dip toward mine. They’re soft at first. Then firm. When his tongue licks at me, I let my mouth fall open. He dips inside, stroking my tongue with his. The shallow thrusts of his cock match his tongue so he’s fucking me from both ends. It turns deep and passionate, leaving me breathless. I moan into his mouth and he finally breaks the kiss, his lips sliding toward my ear.

“My name’s Liam,” he whispers. Is this not allowed? There’s something thrilling about breaking the rules of anonymity.

Liam pulls away to sit up on his knees and adjusts me on his makeshift lap. My ass rests on his thighs as he uses my hips like handles. He pulls me down on each upward thrust, his cockhead hitting deep.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good, kitten.”

I’d say the same of his cock if I were capable of words.My hands twist in the sheets as he surges deep. Using my pussy like a cocksleeve. Taking his pleasure. I’m stretched wide, my pink lips wrapping around his plunging cock. Sweat beads his brow, making his delicious scent thicker in the room.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. I want this. I want his sperm. His baby. We’re going to make a beautiful child together.

“I’m not stopping till you’re dripping,” he promises.

I’m lost to my heat as he ruts me. Fucks me deep and hard. Ignores my cries with each shallow orgasm until his swelling knot catches on my pubic bone. Until he can’t pull out anymore.

He buries himself deep, his head dropped down to watch his cock pulse inside me. We both stare, enraptured, as he pumps me full. His knot fully inflates, stoppering me up. Locking all that healthy alpha seed inside.

“Come for me, kitten. Soak up all this seed.” He grunts with satisfaction and thumbs my clit, rubbing me until I’m panting and writhing on his cock.

I come, walls fluttering weakly around his cock and knot. He kicks one more time inside me, one last rush of semen draining from his balls.

“That’s a good girl.”

He collapses on top of me, his weight heavy but nice. We’re both covered in sweat. He strokes my tangled hair. That’s nice. I haven’t been held after sex in a long time.

I drift off, exhausted and satisfied. For now, anyway. A heat’s never fully satisfied until it’s over. I’m barely aware of his knot deflating and his cock disengaging. He pulls away, then spreads my pussy wide to watch his cum drip down the crack of my ass. It soaks into the bed, mingling with my slick. Satisfied I’ve been well seeded, he turns me on my side and collapses behind me, spooning me.

It’s strangely more intimate than the sex, or even the kissing.But I’m too tired and happy to say anything about how odd it is for my sperm donor to cuddle me.

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