Page 30 of Fearless Bond

Then my insides clenched tight, and I groaned.

“Calvin?”

“Another.”

“What?”

“A heat wave.”

I wanted to get to Barclay, but I couldn’t walk. I slid off the chair and onto the floor. On my knees, I looked up at him just as another cramp squeezed my middle.

“We need to talk, dammit,” Barclay muttered as scooped me up. He carried me in his arms, his lips against my temple. I clutched his neck. I was so empty! The slick kept leaking out of me.

“I have so much to tell you.”

“Can’t. Need you.”

As soon as my back touched the mattress, I began pulling on my clothes. I needed them off. The noises I made were terribly animalistic, but I didn’t care.

Barclay was already naked. His big cock pointed right at me. It swayed as he knelt on the bed.

I grabbed my legs under my knees and lifted my hips, folding myself in half.

“Fuck me. I need it deep.”

“God almighty. Look at you. Your hole… Fuck!”

He bent over, and his lips closed around my pucker. His soft tongue slid inside me.

It was too little, too gentle. But his groan sent vibrations through my torso.

He sucked and gulped.

“Sweet like honey.”

Then he was on me, surrounding me from all sides, all bulging muscles and soft, thick body hair. His cockhead pressed against my hole, and my body yielded even as a part of me doubted it was possible.

Finally, the stretch. Fullness. Deeper. And deeper. My organs were pushed aside to make space for him.

When his cockhead nestled in my belly, I found relief. The orgasm spilled from my center, a slow wave of the sweetest, most exquisite pleasure, and I cried out victoriously.

He cradled my head in his hands, and his lips pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and sucked his tongue in. Could I get more of him?

His cockhead was making love to my closed womb, feeding my never-ending climax, and I imagined him breaching that barrier.

I wanted that.

His cum. All the way in my womb.

He’d get me pregnant! I shouldn’t want that!

And yet…

Get me pregnant.

My brain seemed to wrap itself all around that idea. My womb was closed, but Barclay’s cock would fuck that barrier open. He’d stretch that hidden opening, make space for himself, and reach all the way into my womb. He’d come, yelling my name, and his seed would flood my insides, fill me to the brim, seep into me, take root…

I need my womb to open. I need his cum in there.

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