Page 95 of Oblivion

“Please, Evan, get me pregnant. Fill me up until we make a baby. Force me. Breed me.”

The moment he utters the wordbreed, my body starts to gush, and I’m so wet that I don’t need any foreplay to prepare me to take his thick cock. I still feel the stretch and a little pain when he first pushes into me, but I like knowing that it’ll probably always be an effort for my body to accept him.

A needy whimper bursts out of me when his hips hit my ass.

“Fuck, Sammy. Fuck. Lift your hips. Arch your back so I can fuck you hard and fast.”

I do as he says, pushing up onto my tiptoes just enough, that when he pulls back and pushes back in, his dick slips a little deeper, hitting a spot inside of me that hurts, even as it feels amazing.

There’s nothing gentle about the way our bodies are coming together. We’re not making love or staring lovingly into one another’s eyes. This is hard, dirty fucking, and I love it. I love the way he makes me feel like the sexiest thing in the world and like nothing but a womb to be filled all at the same time. I love begging him. I love being unapologetically used, and I love being forced to take everything he gives me.

Grabbing my ass cheeks, he pulls them apart so he can watch himself stretch me, and I moan wantonly, wondering if anyone can see us. If they could, would they look at us and see a couple in love, or would they see a man railing a debased woman pinned face down on his car?

Honestly, I’m not sure I care, but I wish I could see us, and for a moment, I consider asking Evan if we can do this again, but with a camera videoing us at the same time.

“I need you to come for me, Sammy. I need this little breeding hole to clench and tighten and drag my cum out of my cock. If you want my baby in your belly, you need to work for it.”

Jesus, every word that comes out of his mouth is degrading, humiliating, and deliciously filthy. My body responds by obeying him as my internal muscles tighten on his cock, milking him as I surge toward an orgasm that I know would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t bent over a car.

“Fuck, yeah. I can feel how much you want it. Come for me, baby. Come for me.”

The orgasm that I was hurtling toward splinters to life, and I scream a feral wail that bursts from my lips and shatters the dark of the night. My own yells trigger his, and he comes, slamming deep, painfully battering his pelvis into me until I feel the heat of his release fill me.

Instead of fucking me through my orgasm, Evan keeps his hips pressed firmly against my ass. “Evan,” I rasp, my throat dry from screaming.

“Yeah?”

Now that the shards of pleasure are fading away, I can feel the car digging into my thighs uncomfortably. “I need to move. The car’s hurting me.”

“Okay, Mama. Give me two secs,” he coos. A moment later the pressure of his hips lessens, and I feel his dick start to slip out of me. Instead of the slow release of his cum, I feel something being pushed back into me.

“Evan,” I gasp.

“I want to keep all of my cum in you, baby,” he says, his voice low and coaxing.

“I can’t sit at dinner with my parents with a…” I lower my voice, even though there’s no one around to hear us. “Plug in my pussy.”

“You wore it the other night,” he says, spinning me around and lifting me to sit on the hood of his car.

“That was in bed. This is different.”

“Why?” he questions, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“Because us being kinky is fine in the privacy of our bedroom, but not at dinner, in public, with my parents.”

“They won’t know unless you tell them that we’re late because we had to stop so I could mount my perfect little broodmare.” His tone is teasing, but when he winks at me, I don’t smile back.

“I am not wearing a plug to dinner,” I tell him.

“Then we’ll cancel dinner, and you can go straight to your appointment with the dress designer.”

“My parents are at the restaurant waiting for us. We can’t cancel,” I say, pushing my hand between my thighs to reach for the plug.

“If you take that out, you’ll spend the rest of the night sitting on my cock, and I’ll keep replacing all the cum that dripped out of you while your parents and anyone else around us watches. I’ll make you scream over and over while you beg like a greedy fucking breeder whore.”

Jolting back at his crass words and the steely determination in his tone, I tense, feeling my chest tighten. “Evan, you’re taking this too far. It’s just a game.”

“What is?” he questions.

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