Page 13 of Bred Winner

“It doesn’t matter to me if you do.” She places her hands on my cheeks.

I chuckle, moving my hips slowly, pulling out and pushing through her slick heat. “Baby, I’m going to come and keep going, over and over, until you tell me you can’t take anymore.”

“Oh.” She sucks in her breath and arches her back. “You hit my g-spot perfectly.”

“Good. Tell me if I go too deep.” I quicken my thrusts, pumping my hips with veiled control until she’s moaning beneath me with her second orgasm. Her climax brings on my own, and I shoot my load inside of her, continuing to drive my cock in and out, pushing my cum deep, intent on implanting my seed.

“Wow!” she pants, our mixed fluids seeping out of her. “You really can keep going.”

“Yes, love, I can.” I hook her knee and roll us until I’m on my back, her gloriously naked body straddling me. I’ve fantasized about this image for almost half of my life, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever conjured up in my head.

She presses her palms against my pecs and tosses her head back, riding my cock with quick thrusts of her hips. I run my big hands up her stomach—imagining what it will look like when she’s swollen with our child—and cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

“You feel amazing,” she keens.

“So do you, love. So do you.”

“Do you have any positions you’ve always wanted to do?” Her head drops, eyes glassy, facial expression relaxed.

“With you? All of them.”

“We have ninety days to do them all, sweetie.”

She rides me until she’s panting and out of breath. Then I roll her to my side, lifting her knee up over my hip and pumping my cock deep within her welcoming cunt. Everything about this moment fulfills every fantasy I’ve had about her. She’s beautifully responsive—wet, hot, and enthusiastic as she digs and then retracts her fingernails into my back.

My second release builds in my balls, this one stronger and more intense than the last. Where I quietly came the first time, a growl reverberates in my throat as I shoot another load of cum into Alora.

“Mmmm. There you go, baby.” She flashes a satisfied smile at me.

I roll us back again and have her ride me, continuing to pump my hips up into her hot, beautiful body.

Her brow furrows. “I thought you came.”

“I have, love, twice.”

“Oh! You weren’t exaggerating about your prowess.”

I nod. “To date, I’ve never gone soft until my brain tells my body to do so. A very convenient trick I mastered as a teenage boy in secondary school.”

“Which part is the trick? Getting hard on command or—”

“Willing my erection to go down before I had to stand up in front of the class. Trust me, almost every teenage boy has a horror story associated with an inopportune hard on.”

She giggles and cradles my face in her hands. “I love you, Oakley.”

“And love you, little bird.” I slide my thumb over her clit as I continue to thrust up into her. She tosses her head back, her climax hitting quickly. She falls to my side and collapses on the mattress beside me. I pull her into my arms, cocooning her tiny body with mine.

We hold on to each other, both breathing hard with a fine sheen of sweat covering our bodies.

“Last Sunday, when I presented the fertility clinic idea—” She pushes her ass against me, my semi-hard, depleted cock rousing instantly “—why were you angry?”

“You mean, was I mad because I was a virgin?”

“I guess.”

“Yes, and no. Mostly, I was frustrated, but I guess a little angry, too. How could you contemplate choosing a test tube over three men who love you and would do anything for you?”

“You understand why I was afraid?” She rolls over to face me.

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