Page 11 of Quickies

Lord almighty. He’d get me pregnant.

“I’m not,” I breathed.

He growled like a beast. Smearing my milk over my torso with his palms, he rutted against my ass anew.

“I’ll breed you with every heat wave. I’ll inseminate you so good you’ll give birth to triplets. You’re never getting rid of me, understand? This is it. This is my hole to fuck, my womb to breed, and my tits to suck. Get it?”

With the ecstatic havoc in my head, his words seemed to bypass my logic. They went straight to my lizard brain.

“Yes,” was my reply. Immediate and final.

“I’ve knocked you up, and now you’re mine.”

“Yes.”

“Thoroughly bred. Fucking pregnant, Nico. With me. You. Are. Mine.”

“Yes!” I shouted.

His knot pulsated anew, and another load of cum caused my womb to spasm. My orgasm rose higher, making me arch on the desk.

Then I passed out.

I woke up to a sweet pleasure in my chest. He was sucking my milk, his mouth open wide, engulfing half of my pec. With his hand on my stomach, he was rubbing circles over my full, sated womb. I cupped the back of his head. My ass was loose but not sore, and I was tired but strangely happy. Content.

With a hum, he swallowed and moved to my other nipple.

I watched as his eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks hollowed. He sucked thoroughly, emptying my chest. Then he kissed my elongated nipples.

Bracing himself above me, he roamed my face.

“How do you feel?”

After all the dirty talk and claiming announcements, he suddenly looked insecure.

“Good,” I said. It was true. Even though a few realizations would probably smack me on the head very soon, at that moment, I felt good.

Happy, even.

He kissed me.

It was our first kiss. Strange.

I already had his cum up my womb, but now, we kissed.

“I meant it, Nico. I’m not giving you up.”

I tried to clear my head, but it was difficult. My hormones were telling me I should be drifting on cloud nine and not analyzing. There were things we would have to talk about—important things. Like the fact that…

“I think you got me pregnant, sir.”

Mr. Toral frowned.

“I think you should call me Charles.”

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