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He pushes inside with two fingers, giving me the stretch he knows I like.

“More,” I say. “Please give me more.”

I know he likes it when I beg.

He slowly pulls out and thrusts in again without warning. I push my head against the pillow. “C’mon, Timothy. We don’t have a lot of time, remember?”

He laughs. “Is that how you’re going to get me to fuck you fast and deep?”

“Ugh, Timothy. I need it.” I’ve gotten quite mouthy in the last year. Especially when there aren’t children in the other room.

“You need what, baby?” He withdraws from my hole completely.

“Fuck me fast and deep. C’mon. I need it.”

He grabs my underwear, and I hear a sharprip. He pushes my knees up and then his cock is at my entrance, slamming inside all at once. I don’t even care that he just tore my favorite pair of underwear.

“God, you feel so good,” he says, thrusting in hard.

“Fuck me like I’m plastic. Give it to me hard.”

Timothy doesn’t hold back. He gives me what I need. I never have to yearn between my legs without knowing that I’ll get fulfilled. I never have to hide my desire in a closet and pretend it doesn’t matter.

When the base of his dick swells, we both moan. Sometimes he still has to take a pill when he wants to knot me, and that’s completely fine. He swallows the pill right in front of me, and it’s the hottest form of foreplay ever. Other times it happens naturally because the sex is so damn good, and I love those moments too.

I love all of it. Sex with Timothy has never made me feel inadequate or lonely. Making love to him has given me confidence with my body and sexuality that I never had before.

Timothy flips me onto my side before his knot gets too big and starts fucking me from behind. I love it when he starts shaking because he’s coming. He pulls my arm up and closes his mouth around my nipple. He sucks in deep, and I’m pulled over the edge with him. It’s painful and sweet—wonderfully intimate and deliciously kinky in a way I never expected I’d like. Timothy promised me this would be good. He never expected me to go on hormones to lactate, but he did ask if I’d be willing.

I’m so glad I said yes.

While he grinds into me with his knot, he continues to suck. He also wraps his fingers around my already spent cock and strokes it. I’m too sensitive right now, and he knows it. He also knows I can come again.

The pleasure from my chest and the pressure against my prostate make me hard before I want to be. It’s uncomfortable and almost hurts. The mixture of pleasure and pain he gives me is overwhelming sometimes, but I trust him as he strokes me again and again.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, and then his mouth is at the crook of my neck where he bit me for the first time a year ago.

The doctor said Timothy never actually bonded to me. I bonded to him. Supposedly, our bond is one-sided. At least that’s what the doctors claim. Timothy apologized to me when we discovered this, and asked me if there was anything I could do to fix it. He said he hadn’t even noticed.

I told him if we hadn’t noticed, then what difference does it make?

He sinks his teeth into that familiar spot, and I lose control like I always do. I’ll never get enough of his claim. Especially now, swollen with his pups and spread wide on his knot. He owns me, and I own him. I love him, and he cherishes me in a way I never thought possible.

If that isn’t a bond, what is?

In the end, it doesn’t matter if Timothy’s teeth are fake or if he needs a pill to knot. What matters is how hard he tries to reassure me that I’m his everything.

My second orgasm is long and overwhelming. I cry out as I come, but this time when I relax into Timothy, he releases his hold on my cock.

“I love you so much, baby. So, so much.” He kisses my neck with a tenderness that mirrors all the emotions swimming through me right now. Much to my embarrassment, my eyes well with tears.

“Sorry,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “I just love you too. And I’m pregnant, so I can’t stop crying over every little thing.”

He lets out a breathy laugh and kisses the corner of my eyes. “It’s okay.” He rests his hand at the center of my belly. “Let’s just hope my knot goes down in time for your doctor’s appointment.”

I laugh too, which makes him laugh again. Then I cry because I am so goddamn happy, I can’t handle it. There can’t be anything in the world better than this.

Well, maybe there could be.

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