Page 45 of Fearless Bond

Calvin dragged his T-shirt over his head, then reached for mine. Together, we pulled it off, and he rocked slowly, palming my pecs.

“It’s not going to take long,” he said. “I’m already getting wet.”

“Then take these off.”

He slid off to shove his sweats and underwear down his legs. Wearing only warm winter socks, too big on his dainty feet, he opened my jeans and pulled my cock out. Then he snuggled to my chest, pressing his stomach to my rearing erection.

It made me growl. He did it again with undisguised intent. He rubbed his impregnated belly against my dick, moaning shamelessly.

“You bred me so good.”

“Soon, I’ll be in there again. All the way.”

“I love having sex with you.”

“Might be the heat.”

“Or maybe it’s you. I love how big you are everywhere.” He stroked along my shoulders and down my arms. “And the way you smell gets me horny even between waves.” Nuzzling between my pecs, he hummed. Then he caressed my erectionbetween us. “So huge. It should be scary, but it’s not. It’s magnificent.”

He was driving me crazy. I palmed his ass cheeks to make him move. With a groan, he humped my erection, pressing his belly against it.

“It makes me so hot, Barclay. That you’ve been in me.”

He curved his spine, pushed out his stomach, and stroked my cock against it. My precum smeared his skin.

“Fuck, Barclay,” he moaned, staring at my cockhead where he cradled it to his middle. “I’m pregnant.” He let out another moan as he rubbed his stomach on me. “It makes me so wet to think about it. To say it out loud.”

“Your heat wave is coming, love. I can smell it.”

“You got me pregnant. You came into my womb and knocked me up.” His voice got breathy as the heat wave slowly took over.

“Yes, I did. And I’ll give you more cum, little one. I’ll fill you up.”

“I want to ride you.”

Rubbing my fingers through his crease, I tested how ready he was. He was leaking.

His moans grew louder as he kept thrusting with his stomach. I imagined him doing the same one day soon with a big round belly and groaned. Yeah, I’d be into that.

Calvin rose on his knees and grabbed my cock, lining it up. “I’m ready. I want it so much.”

“Take whatever you need, sweetheart.”

He sank down, wriggling and pushing lower. Then he braced himself with his hands on my shoulders and lifted his feet onto the sofa cushions. Crouching above me, he took me into the warmth of his body to the hilt and cried out.

His womb opened on the first thrust.

I bucked, shuddering with pleasure. Pure ecstasy. The mouth to his womb engulfed my cockhead and began squeezing mewith rhythmical spasms. Calvin didn’t even move. He just squirmed and bore down. Head thrown back, he seemed to be coming harder than ever. His hard cock jerked between us, spraying my chest with pearly drops of omega seed.

We sat still while his hole and womb milked my length like a pair of slippery fists and a hot, sucking mouth. Calvin cried out victoriously when my knot began to swell. Surge after surge, my orgasm grew in intensity, and with every blast of pleasure, more cum poured out of me and into my mate’s open womb.

We didn’t fuck. Not really. Our bodies slotted together, and nature did what it needed to do. Calvin’s body sucked the cum out of me, taking what it wanted, leaving me changed forever.

I ran my hands along his sides, memorizing the blissful expression on his face. I’d read somewhere forever ago that breeding your mate wasn’t like any sex. That the experience was completely other. Finally, I understood what that meant. Even as we were immersed in pleasure, it wasn’t the driving force making me dig my fingers into Calvin’s ass cheeks and push my hips up to get even further into him, to breed him better… It was ownership. The animal in me claimed its mate, absolutely and irrevocably.

After a while, Calvin slumped in my arms. I rocked him on my knot, adding a few more drops of seed, and he moaned softly. His womb was still pulsating, even as he seemed to be falling asleep.

We rested joined, currents of pleasure running back and forth between us.

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