Page 72 of Fearless Bond

Seeing my wet, glistening hand on his pale ass, the line of slick past my wrist… I’d been in his body in so many ways.

The bear in me growled greedily.

“You’re all mine. Knocked up and mine.”

“Want it… hard…”

He seemed delirious already, but I couldn’t help myself either. I wanted to rail him so hard his teeth rattled. I grabbed his hips, staining his skin with smears of slick and seed, and fucked him relentlessly, my old cum frothing out of his hole.

Calvin’s knees slid apart, and he ended up flat on the bed. I followed, buried in him.

“Breed me,” he gasped. “Stuff me full.”

“You’re knocked up already. Been in there. All the way.”

“Give me more cum. Love your cum.”

My orgasm went on and on. My balls almost hurt toward the end. I rocked into him with slow thrusts, both of us shivering with aftershocks.

“I’m yours, Barclay,” Calvin murmured, panting for breath. “Pregnant with your baby. You can fuck me and fist my holeevery day. When I give birth, you’ll breed me again. I want to have your cum in me all the time, want to be pregnant all the time…”

I rolled us to the side so I could stay inside him without crushing him. He pushed his ass out to keep me in. I put my hand on his belly, palming the bulge, and kissed his ear.

“Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll take care of you, my horny animal. I’ll keep you well-fucked and knocked up.”

My little mate purred, the sound like distilled lust, and wriggled on my cock.

“Damn, Barclay. The pregnancy is such a turn-on.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

He chuckled, then moaned when I gently thrust with my still-hard cock, poking at his womb.

“We’re going to have fun fucking as your belly grows.”

Calvin sighed dreamily and stroked my hand where it rested over his belly.

When my softening dick slipped out, I took a look at his hole. It gaped, drooling cum along his crease. I wasn’t in a hurry to clean him up. I loved seeing him like this—thoroughly fucked and claimed.

Calvin seemed to be falling asleep. I spooned him, and he snuggled closer.

“Your fingers. In me,” he mumbled.

I slid two back inside him, and he hummed. “Want you in me all the time.”

“I am. You’re carrying my cub.”

“I love being pregnant.”

He fell asleep shortly after saying that, with my fingers in his loosened hole.

Calvin pushed the empty plate away and drank what was left in his water glass. He was wearing my hoodie and nothing else. Knowing he was bare-assed underneath it made me giddy.Easy access.

“I spent half of the day napping,” he said as he put the glass down. “Am I changing into a bear too? Will I be sleeping until spring?”

“Bear shifters don’t hibernate, as you well know. But you’ve been through a lot, sweetheart.”

“It doesn’t feel like it. I’m not tired. Just really, really mellow.”

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