Page 38 of Fearless Bond

I loved how easily I could make him come.

The orgasm made him all mellow and heavy. Moaning, he tried to fuck himself but seemed too weak to sit up and ride me. He whined with frustration.

“Barclay. Fuck me. Please.”

Holding him by his ass cheeks, I flipped us and thrust into him. His slippery flesh hugged my dick, sending bliss up my spine.

Calvin’s joyous cry bounced off the walls.

I gave him long fucks, root to tip, watching his smooth belly bulge with my dick. The sight didn’t worry me anymore. In fact, it made me burn with possessive lust. I took over his little body, fucked him so good; he had to be feeling meeverywhere, and he loved it. He begged for more.

Calvin grabbed his legs under his knees, trying to lift his tail end, so I circled his tiny waist with my hands and pulled him onto my cock with more force. My cockhead was driving right into the swollen gate to his womb. I needed to claim my mate, make him mine for good, but the soft bundle of flesh was in the way. Snarling, I aimed at it, willing it to give way and let me in. It was clenched shut. I was squashing Calvin’s womb on each thrust, but the opening remained sealed.

Calvin all but sobbed.

“Please, Barclay. Breed me. Please.”

“I will, love. I promise.”

“Please. Please.”

He was so wet, the slick bubbled out, his hole squelching. I couldn’t fuck him harder than this. I’d break him.

“Oh God. I’m coming. Breed me!”

“You need to open up, love. Let me in. C’mon.”

“Want you… want you… get me pregnant. Your cum. In my womb. Ooh. Gawd! I’m… Aaah!”

He shivered and convulsed with climax after climax. His face glistened with sweat, and his eyes flashed white before he squeezed them shut. Long, guttural groans tore out of his mouth. Then he mumbled something incoherent and groaned again.

I aimed at the same spot, over and over, determined to work my way inside his core. I could see him on the back of my eyelids when I squeezed my eyes shut. Big round belly, swollen pecs full of milk, taut nipples. The orgasmic cries he made turned into something else in my head. He was pushing to give birth to my child.

I opened my eyes to gaze at my mate. He was staring back at me, mouth open, pupils blown, his expression entranced.

“I want!” he wailed.

But I couldn’t do it. He wasn’t ready yet.

Calvin’s insides began clenching harder and harder, squeezing my dick like a pair of fists, and my control broke. The knot burst with tingles, and I bucked into my mate as it grew. I let out a helpless shout.

Calvin screamed with the knotting.

“Breed me!”

My poor darling. I pushed as deep as I could, my cum flooding his hole in pulses. It leaked out around my girth while his hole spasmed. Shuddering with pleasure, I felt powerless.

“Breed me, please…”

I couldn’t give him what he begged for. Not yet. I kissed him instead. Licking into his mouth, I held him to me and rutted against his ass, making my knot move inside him.

It calmed him. He began humming into the kiss, and his breathing slowed.

“I’ll do it, love,” I murmured against his lips. “Don’t you worry about a thing. With every wave, we’re closer. I’ll put a baby into your belly. You just have to keep coming for me.”

He moaned, his insides squeezing me anew.

“You’re tight like a virgin, with your womb so tiny and young, so shy. But I’ll fuck you until it opens for me. Wave after wave. You’ll get all nice and soft for my dick, your womb ripe for my cum.”

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