Page 43 of Fearless Bond

Another roar, another pulse of cum. He squeezed me tight, and his hips jerked.

“Fuck. Calvin…”

He sounded desperate, and I wanted to soothe him.

“I love this so much. Love you breeding me.”

Groaning, Barclay thrust again. He found a slow rhythm, fucking me with his knot. His cockhead stroked the sensitive walls of my womb, stirring the creamy cum in there, and my pleasure simmered. He kept coming in pulses, adding more seed into me until his thrusts slowed down. His legs began to tremble.

With a moan, he picked me up and sat with me in his lap. I hadn’t even realized he’d been standing with his legs bent all this time as he fucked me over the sofa. Fucked and bred me.

I wriggled in his lap and glanced down.

Well, damn.

My stomach looked like an inflated balloon. The position probably enhanced it as I leaned back with my legs astride Barclay’s lap with his swollen cock in me, but still.

I stroked it with both hands, and Barclay caressed my forearms until his fingers slid over mine.

We didn’t say anything. We kept petting my bulging belly until much later, when his knot went down. He pulled out of me, and I shuddered with an echo of pleasure when the channel to my womb clenched tight, keeping his cum safe inside me. There was barely any liquid leaving my body as he retreated, and my stomach remained swollen. Petting it, I felt drugged with joy.

We did it. He had forever left his mark on me. It was there in my womb, creamy and warm, so distinct, it blew my mind. The cum sloshing against the walls of my womb seemed to caress my soul every time I moved. A part of my brain was still bathing in orgasms when I focused on the feeling.

Barclay carried me to the shower. He set the water temperature and knelt at my feet. He kissed below my belly button with his eyes closed as the water streamed over us.

The bond between us seemed so clear. Unbreakable. I hugged his head to me.My Barclay. My alpha.

I was pregnant with his child.

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Calvin looked gorgeous.

His pecs had filled out, his nipples like ripe raspberries. He liked it when I suckled on them. And his stomach. Damn.

After I’d bred him, it remained swollen. Full of my cum. He got aroused when I kissed him there this morning, and I ended up licking him to orgasm. Then he stroked me, aiming my cock at his belly, telling me how much he loved me breeding him. He seemed so happy when I came on his skin.

“Now I have your cum both inside my belly and all over it.”

We showered, and after breakfast, we rested in the living room. Calvin picked a book from my shelf, but I didn’t even open mine. He was all I could think about.

I could still smell the heat on him, weaker, but there. Wasn’t it supposed to stop? I’d bred my little mate thoroughly. All the sex we’d had over the past few days had exhausted him, and he needed to recover now. I was nervous about it, so I shot a message to Hunter.

Me:Shouldn’t the heat stop after breeding?

I turned the sound off so it wouldn’t disturb Calvin when Hunter replied. It took him only a minute.

Hunter:He could have one or two mild heat waves even after.

Me:Should I be more careful now? I mean, can we still have breeding sex?

Hunter:You can. Do what you feel like doing, and leave me alone.

Me:Sorry. And thanks. He’s really amazing, you know. He’s making me a better person already.

Hunter:I’m trying to be happy for you, but don’t push it.

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