Page 44 of Baby for the Professor
He gripped my hips and plunged into me, demanding, “tell me you’re mine, baby. Tell me I own that tight pussy.”
“Yes.” I moaned. “I’m yours, Jackson. And you own all of me.”
“Good,” he said, panting heavily and voice becoming hoarser. “Now tell me how many more babies you want from me.”
Shit. That was a difficult question. “I don’t know. The more, the merrier.”
“You’re so greedy.”
“No, I’m being rational, Professor Hale,” I said, reminding him of the absurd theory from him. “You will always want twelve donuts instead of one if you can, assuming diabetes is a non-issue, right?”
He chuckled. “Right, smarty-pants,” he said. “I’ll give you twelve babies if that’s what you want. Let’s do it one at a time and make sure your belly is always carrying my seed for the next twelve years.”
I whimpered at the prospect, and my pussy pulsed as if milking his seed already. Jackson grunted as his cock throbbed inside me. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to come so soon, but all the baby talk is just too exciting.”
He gripped my hips as he slowed down for a second and then plunged into me at full speed, stretching my walls as he got ready to deliver his seed. The water in the tub sloshed and splashed, washing over the sides and onto the deck. I moaned loudly, knowing no one could hear us because of the pump and the bubbling noise.
I was enjoying my first outdoor experience and holding back my urge to come, but when Jackson slipped his hand to my front and pressed a finger on my clit, I let go. The tsunami inside me splashed over like the water in the hot tub and surged through my channel. Jackson cursed and climaxed with me, creating an even more powerful wave inside the tub and inside of me.
