Page 106 of Oblivion

“Thank you,” I pant, the heated look in his eyes enough to have me ready for him to fuck me again, not pull out.

“Good girl,” he praises.

Slowly, pulling his dick out, he pushes the waiting plug into me instead, leaving me oddly sad that he’s no longer stretching me despite the fullness the toy provides.

I yawn a third time as he rolls to my side, pulling me into him until my head is rested against his chest.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll need you again soon, but you know I don’t mind getting things started while you nap,” he says, a soft hum of amusement vibrating beneath my cheek.

“I’m not sleeping,” I say sleepily. “You promised to keep me up all night.”

“Greedy little broodmare. One load of my cum isn’t enough for you, is it? You need to be so full it’ll be dripping out of you in the morning. But don’t worry, because I’m going to keep you plugged with either my dick or the plug all night long, and then you’ll wear it all day tomorrow too. I’m going to breed you so many times this weekend, you’ll be pregnant with triplets by the time we go back to school on Monday.”

I can’t help it. I laugh. “You can try,” I taunt.

“Challenge accepted.”

I’m not sure how many times he pushes inside of me during the night. Enough that by the time I blink my eyes open, the sun is high in the sky, but my thighs are sore, and my body feels ravaged and more than well used.

“Good morning, Wild One,” he rasps against my ear, his voice thick with exhaustion. I don’t know if he’s slept at all or just spent the hours of darkness, fucking me over and over and over, just the way he promised.

“What time is it?”

“Early. About seven a.m.”

“I need to shower,” I groan. “The wedding planner is going to be here at nine a.m. Oh god, you wanted to invite your family too, and we got distracted.”

“It’s okay. I sent a group text an hour ago.”

“We have to make a huge breakfast. I’m a terrible cook.”

“Our house manager is downstairs, getting breakfast ready.”

“Why do we have a house manager?” I question.

His chuckle is soft and sweet. “Her name is Dawn, and she came highly recommended. You can meet her when we go downstairs.”

“I already met her last night. She seems nice, but that didn’t answer my question. Why do we have a house manager?”

“Well, do you want to clean this place or have to learn to cook or live on takeout? Because I don’t,” he says.

“Well, no,” I admit.

“And that’s why we have a house manager. Now, before we get up, we have plans.”

“We do?” I ask on a laugh.

“Yes. You owe me.”

“What?” I squeak.

“I filled you up three times last night, but you were too tired to say thank you.”

“Thank you.” I laugh.

“Thank you what…” he prompts.

“Thank you for filling me with your cum, three times while I was asleep.” My voice drops to a sultry octave that I don’t recognize.

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