Page 7 of All in April

Her room is pitch black, other than a sliver of moonlight falling across her pale skin from the crack in the blue checkered curtains she hung last week. Watching her young, half nude figure asleep in her bed, blanket kicked off and showcasing one slim leg makes my dick unbearably erect. She should be used to me coming inside her every night by now.

I stand at the side of her head and peel down my sweatpants, then step out of them. As she huffs out a light whimpering breath, my cock surges with need, a drop of pre-come forming on the tip. Instead of rubbing it in, I touch the crown to her parted lips, smearing my taste all over her.

She doesn’t move an inch.

Fuck! I think I could love her.

As carefully as a big man like me can, I crawl onto the other side of her queen mattress and slip under the sheet, grip her by the waist and tug her into me. Her body only slightly shifts, but she remains quiet, even when I lift one of her knees up toward her chest, exposing her cunt for me.

When my finger digs toward her clit, I grimace. She knows better than to wear panties around us, but she did tonight. No matter. I hook it out of the way and line myself up with her lips, lick my palm and rub the wetness onto the tip of my dick. She whimpers slightly as her own natural moisture coats my shaft when I drag it through her pussy.

Holding myself, I press the end of my dick near her hole and hold my breath. With a slight scoop of my hips, I dip inside and squeeze my eyes closed at the heat of her surrounding the head. It may wake her, but I brush my bearded lips against her shoulder, the part exposed by her pajama top strap. Burying my mouth against her helps keep me from crying out with pleasure.

I love it when she’s asleep like this and doesn’t know I’m about to fuck her full of my babies.

Brahn found the perfect blank matches for her birth control pills. They look identical to the ones she had, but these contain sugar only. Just the thought of her belly getting all swollen, that she will be so confused as to why she’s not having periods anymore, that she’ll be so fucking happy to have our kids…it almost makes me come too soon.

But I slide in every so slowly, a half inch at a time. Each of my piercings pop through her tight tunnel and get suctioned up into her twat like a vacuum. Even if April doesn’t realize it when she’s awake, her body wants this. Wants to get pregnant.

She moans a high-pitched sound that shoots straight to my balls until they tingle, but I only venture in a breath more. Finally, I get close to her womb and pivot my hips again. Drag myself out inch by inch, then again inside.

While one palm caresses her hip bone, the other gently moves some of her hair over her shoulder, revealing her neck completely. Leaning into it, I whisper, “You’re ours, April. Right?”

An affirmative sigh comes out of her, even though she still slumbers. That’s enough for me.

The grip of my fingers against her skin deepens. My breathing accelerates. Heart beats rip through my ribs as I plunder her pussy while she rests blissfully unaware of what I’m doing to her body. She sleeps so soundly like she was made just for me.

“Fuck, girlie. Going to pump you full of my kid. Make it a son for me, okay?”

Every nerve ending locks in place with a pleasure surge that shoots through my dick and into her. I almost choke on my spit trying to prevent myself from gritting out a curse as the ecstasy washes over me. Spine straight, I shove in even deeper while my skin tingles, and perspires under the fire of fervent desire.

When I return to reality in slow waves, my cock swelling inside of her with every expulsion, I shove myself as close as I can to her unprotected womb, grab my girl into a tighter hold with one palm planted on her lower abs, then drift off into a deep trance.

“We’ll name him John,” I say just before sleep takes me under.

Four

BRAHN

Hands dipped into cherries, she looks good enough to eat as she leans over the kitchen counter to read her recipe. Pretending not to notice, I grab a pre-made sandwich from the fridge.

“Brahn? Sorry, but could you hand me the baking powder? It’s in that high cabinet. I can’t reach it.” Her blonde ponytail swishes as she tosses it over her shoulder and lifts a floured finger toward the shelf.

If she’d only stop wearing those short skirts, my cock could concentrate on something else. Something that wasn’t just her perky tits and round ass. The youthful glow of her cheeks.

Was Wolf right? Is she already pregnant with one of their kids?

“Grr, yeah.”

She shrinks back from me and I feel bad for the sound of frustration that escaped. April probably thinks she caused it, but it’s just the fact that I know she’ll run screaming as soon as I try to fuck her. Monster in my jeans scares many women away.

One of my palms steadies myself by slipping over her abs as I reach over her head and grab what she needs. An electric spark shoots between us at the touch and my dick gets even harder.

“Oh, my,” she says as I let it brush against her behind.

It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman and just having April this close to my body is enough to make me want to…

“Brahn…” Her breathy whisper fills the empty house as I slip a hand under her skirt and slide it up.

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