Page 69 of Silenced

She doesn’t struggle, though. Doesn’t fight me.

Because she believes me?

I don’t know.

What I do know is that when she exhales noisily and frowns at me, her gaze trickles toward my cock.

Then, she signs my death knell—she licks her fucking lips.

Again.

With her scent perfuming the air and her naked form spread beneath me, I have plenty of inspiration to find a swift orgasm. This is the opposite of an impressive performance, something compounded by the use of my fingers that are still wet with her cunt juices, which I spread over my shaft.

I get myself off with minimal fuss.

This isn’t about an orgasm.

This is a claiming.

Just the thought has my head rearing back on my neck as release pounds through my veins, boiling the cum in my balls and making it spurt onto my fist until I direct it at her slit.

She surges upright as my seed dances over her pussy. Her focus is fixed on the bright pink flesh weeping with her own juices, slicker with my semen.

The pure white is obscenely bright against her apex and it has me gritting my teeth with the need to—

I suck in a breath as urges and cravings plague me, ones that I’ve never experienced before.

I feel like a wild fucking animal as I stand there, crouched over her, fighting my instincts, my very goddamn nature—

I can’t stop myself.

I just can’t.

I slide my fingers through the mess I’ve made. Her hand snaps around my wrist, bringing me to a halt. Then, my thumb traces over her clit and she shudders. Her hold on me lessens. Shifting within her grip, I speed up until her nails dig into my wrist harder than before.

Then, my little sun fills me with the warmth I knew she was born to give me.

I let my fingers circle her slit and she doesn’t stop me from thrusting my seed inside her as her pussy clutches at me.

With rhythmic pulls, something that’s exacerbated when I continue rubbing her clit with my thumb, I work at her again, not stopping until she’s wailing with a third orgasm, her legs drawing up to her belly as she rocks from side to side, agony on her face as the ecstasyIwas born to giveherpummels her.

Then and only then can I stop.

I blow out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding as a sense of rightness filters through me.

“You could have gotten me pregnant,” she signs a lifetime later, but the shaken whisper packs more of a punch than she could know.

My tongue feels thick in my mouth and, against all odds, my dick starts to harden again.

I could think of nothing better than watching her grow round with my child.

One day…

It’s a promise I make to myself.

One. Day.

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