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“Uh-huh. Please, sir. I’ve been naughty. Oh fuck, yes!”
He laughed even as he thrust into me harder. Then he pulled out and smacked my ass cheek. It didn’t hurt, but my skin prickled from it. My empty hole spasmed. He tapped theother cheek and plunged back into me, my wet flesh squelching around him.
“One of these days, I’ll bend you over my desk.”
Why did that sound like the best promise?
We’d do it in his office. I could pull my pants down just below my ass cheeks, and he’d spank me before ordering me to get on my knees and suck his cock.
The rest of my fantasy burst into splashes of colors as my alpha breached the channel to my womb.
The orgasm tore through me, merciless and so powerful that I thought I’d faint. And then came the gift of his cum.
Morton Hartley’s cum filling my womb was the single best feeling in the entire wide world. My body and soul soared when he bred me. Fucking nirvana.
He stayed there, dick pulsating and knot stretching my hole, and his cockhead jolted in the mouth to my womb. It might have been my imagination, but I felt the creamy liquid pouring into my core, slightly cooler than my heated womb, like a soothing balm.
Then he palmed my pecs and squeezed. The possessive grip on my chest…Oh yes.
I felt so good about myself when he held me like that. My body was so ripe. Fertile. I felt beautiful inside and out. I moaned louder, my insides clenching around his erection, making love to it with gratitude. I was made for this. To get fucked and bred, knocked up.
“I love this. Love this so much.”
“Good omega,” he rasped. He pushed with his knot, his cockhead moving in my core, sending tingles of raw delight into my torso. “You love getting impregnated.”
Wow, that sounded dirty when he said it like that.
“I do. Please. Knock me up, Mr. Hartley.”
He growled like a wild beast.
His thrusts intensified, getting as rough as the knot allowed. The pumping pressure in the channel to my womb set my insides aflutter.
I keened with the searing climax.
“That’s what you need. One more load.”
I must have lost myself in the middle of the breeding climax. Delirious with pleasure, I made guttural noises, my vision black with colorful sparks dancing around.
Then I lay on my side in his arms, knotted, his hand on my belly and his lips under my ear.
“You’re perfect for me, Jamie. I want to keep you forever. I’ll watch your belly grow and suck your tits and fuck your hole ten times a day until you give birth, and then I’ll breed you again. You’ll be my omega, darling. A sweet little baby daddy…”
It was nonsense, dirty talk in the middle of the heat, with his dick up my ass to the hilt.
And I soaked it up like a sponge.
“I want to suck your cock when I’m pregnant with a big belly. On my knees. I’ll hold my big stomach, and you’ll fuck my throat.”
The moan he let out sounded almost painful.
“Fuck, Jamie. You’re killing me.”
“I love that you’ve knocked me up. Feels so good.”
The train jostled, probably passing over some crossing, and we both shuddered. He began moving anew, rocking me softly, prolonging the bliss until I felt as if he’d drugged me with all that cum.
I fell asleep, knotted in his lap.
