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We finally collapsed naked and exhausted, bodies tangled, covered in sweat and cum. She laid her head on my chest, still softly crying as she whispered how sorry she was for treating me badly. I held her tight, my hand possessively gripping her ass as we drifted off to sleep.

//Over the next several weeks//

The weeks after that first raw night blurred into a nonstop haze of fucking. Jenna had practically moved in, and I was obsessed. Every time I looked at her caramel body, my cock hardened with one single mission: I was going to put a baby in her. Whether she was fully ready or not didn’t matter. I wanted her bred, swollen with my child, tied to me forever. She knew it. She saw the hunger in my eyes and never asked me to pull out. Not once.

That morning I woke up with her ass pressed against me, my morning wood nestled between her perfect cheeks. I didn’t say a word. I grabbed her hip, slid my bare cock through her already slick folds, and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. She gasped awake, pushing back onto me instinctively.

“Mike… fuck,” she moaned, voice still sleepy.

I wrapped my arm around her throat, pulling her tight as I started pounding. “Gonna fill this pussy again. You’re gonna take every drop like a good girl.” She knew what that meant, even if they never talked about it. Her hand reached back and gripped my side as she spread her legs wider as I railed her deep.

Her tight walls gripped me perfectly, still puffy from the night before. I fucked her harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the room. When I felt my balls tighten, I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight against her cervix. She came right after, her pussy pulsing like it was trying to drink me in.

We barely cleaned up before I had her again in the shower. I pinned her against the tiles, lifted one leg, and slammed into her cum-filled cunt. Water cascaded over her bouncing tits as I growled in her ear, “I’m going to fill you up again.”

She moaned louder, nails digging into my back. Moaning into my ear, “I’m yours baby, you can do whatever you want.”

By afternoon we were on the couch. She rode me reverse cowgirl, her perfect round ass slamming down as I watched my cock disappear into her swollen pussy. I slapped her ass hard, leaving red handprints. “Take it baby, I want to watch it leak out.”

She ground down, circling her hips, milking me. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit until she screamed, cumming hard. The feeling pushed me over the edge. I held her hips against me and flooded her again, the third load of the day mixing with the previous loads.

That night I took her slower, we made love. Missionary, her legs wrapped around my waist. I stared into her eyes as I thrust deep. “You’re mine. Everything about you is mine.”

She bit her lip, tears of overwhelming pleasure in her eyes. “I need your cum inside me baby, I want to make you happy.”

I fucked her through two more orgasms before unleashing another heavy load, holding myself balls-deep as I pumped her full. When I finally pulled out, thick white cum oozed from her well-used pussy. I pushed it back in with my fingers, making her shudder.

Over the next days it became our ritual. Morning cream pies. Quickies at lunch where I bent her over and dumped a load before going back to work. Evening sessions where I’d eat her pussy when we got to bed, then fuck her again, adding more cum to the daily loads. I was relentless, addicted to the risk and the power of claiming her completely.

She never resisted since we got back together. She spread her legs willingly every single time, whispering how she loved feeling me explode inside her. We never talked about a baby, but it was my ultimate goal. We still hadn’t talked about it, not knowing how the other would react.

//A couple more weeks later//

Jenna stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, her hands shaking so badly she nearly dropped it into the toilet. Positive. Again. She was pregnant. Mike’s continuously cumming inside her had finally taken root. Her caramel skin went pale as the reality crashed over her. She was only twenty-one, but she was excited, she wanted nothing more than a baby with Mike, but she didn’t know how he was going to react. They were both young, wild, and addicted to raw, filthy sex. But a baby? That was permanent, she was nervous.

She loved Mike—god, she did—but terror gripped her. What if he freaked out? What if the constant fucking turned into resentment once her body changed? She hid the test and box deep in her purse as she stepped out of the bathroom.

That night, when Mike came home from work, she was so nervous, not trusting herself to not say anything about the pregnancy, she pretended she was tired during dinner.

As they cleaned after dinner, he pulled her close, knowing the tiredness would disappear once the fun started. His strong hands roamed her body like they always did, sliding under her shirt to squeeze her perky tits. “You sure? I’ve been thinking about this tight pussy all day.” He kissed her neck aggressively, grinding his already hard cock against her ass.

Jenna squirmed away gently. “Tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

Mike let it go, but confusion flickered across his face.

The pulling away began slowly. Over the next week, she dodged his advances more and more. Morning wood pressed against her? She’d slip out of bed claiming she needed to pee. When he tried to bend her over the kitchen counter like usual, she laughed nervously and said she had cramps. The raw, animalistic fucking that made their relationship exciting, slowed to a trickle. Mike was getting frustrated. His balls felt heavy, aching to unload inside her again and again.

One evening he came home to find her on the couch in baggy clothes, watching TV. He didn’t speak. He simply grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her up, and shoved her toward the bedroom.

“Mike, wait—”

“No. You’ve been acting weird for days.” His voice was low, dangerous. He pushed her onto the bed face-down and yanked her pants down roughly. Her plump, caramel ass jiggled as he spread her cheeks. “This pussy is mine. You don’t get to hide it from me.”

He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, devouring her bald cunt like a starving man. His tongue lashed her swollen clit, then speared deep inside her. Jenna moaned, “Oh god I missed that” her juices flooding his mouth. Even scared, her body betrayed her—responding to the man who had claimed her so completely.

Mike stood up, cock rock-hard and throbbing. He rubbed the thick head up and down her slick folds before slamming in to the balls in one brutal thrust. “Fuck yes,” he growled. “So tight. So wet for me.”

He fucked her hard, hips slapping loudly against her ass. The bed creaked violently as he railed her, one hand fisting her long hair, the other slapping her. “You’re gonna take this load deep, Jenna. Just like always.”

She came hard around him, pussy convulsing, but tears pricked her eyes. When Mike buried himself to the hilt and roared, pumping jet after thick jet of cum straight into her womb, she bit the pillow to stifle a sob. He collapsed on top of her, still twitching inside her flooded cunt.

For a few days after that aggressive session, things seemed almost normal. But the fear gnawed at her. She started pretending she was tired again, but she would masturbate furiously when he was at work. When they did fuck, she was distant, even as Mike pounded her mercilessly.

Finally, one night, Mike said “What the fuck is going on?”, pinning her against the wall. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers finding her bare pussy. She wasn’t wearing panties. “You’re soaked. Your body still wants me, so why are you pulling away?”

Jenna whimpered as he fingered her roughly, two thick digits curling inside her. “Mike… I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” He dropped to his knees, shoved her skirt up, and attacked her clit with his mouth, sucking hard while finger-fucking her. Her legs shook. Pent up sexual release spilled out of her with the orgasm.

He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the couch. His cock speared into her in one savage stroke. “This is what we do, Jenna. I fuck you. I fill you, and you love it.” He railed her with deep, punishing thrusts, balls slapping her clit. “Tell me you don’t want my cum anymore.”

“I do,” she gasped, pushing back despite everything. “I always do, I need you to fill me up.”

He fucked her through another orgasm, then unloaded again—long, heavy ropes painting her insides white. When he pulled out, cum dripped down her thighs. He scooped some up and pushed it back inside her. “Good girl.”

But the distance continued. Mike grew more intense, he was going to break through whatever wall she’d built. One afternoon he took her in the shower during his lunch break, lifting her leg and pounding her against the tiles while water poured over their bodies. Her firm tits bounced with every thrust as he growled filthy promises. “I’m gonna knock this pussy up one day. You’ll be mine forever.”

Jenna came screaming, but cried quietly afterward.

Finally, after nearly three weeks of her growing withdrawal, Mike had enough. That night, after dinner, he sat her down on the couch. The tension was thick. He looked her dead in the eyes, his voice raw with emotion.

“Jenna, I love you. I’m fucking crazy about you. These past weeks you’ve been pulling away and it’s killing me. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I need you to know something.” He took her hands. “I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And yeah… I want babies with you. I want to see your belly swollen with my child. I want to build a family. I’m all in. No more games. Just us, tell me what’s wrong.”

Jenna stared at him, lips trembling. The dam broke. Tears streamed down her beautiful face as huge sobs wracked her body. She collapsed into his chest, crying harder than he’d ever seen.

“Mike… I’m pregnant,” she finally choked out between sobs. “I found out a few weeks ago. I’ve been so scared to tell you. I thought you’d leave or freak out or… I don’t know. We’re so young and we fuck all the time and I didn’t know if you really wanted—”

He cut her off by pulling her into a crushing kiss, his hands holding her face tenderly. When he pulled back, his own eyes were glassy. “Pregnant?” A huge smile spread across his face. “You’re carrying my baby?”

She nodded, still crying. “Yes. I was terrified to tell you, that’s why I’ve been pulling away.”

The visible stress that had weighed on her for weeks melted away in an instant. Her shoulders relaxed. The haunted look in her eyes vanished, replaced by pure relief and love. She looked lighter, freer, more like the girl who had climbed onto his lap when they met not so long ago.

Mike laughed—a deep, joyful sound—and scooped her up into his arms. “You’re pregnant with my kid. Fuck, Jenna. I’ve been trying so hard to get you pregnant and it finally happened.” He carried her to the bedroom, kissing her the entire way.

He laid her down gently at first. He stripped her slowly, worshipping every inch of her caramel skin. When he reached her flat belly, he kissed it reverently.

“My baby is in here.”

Then the intensity returned. He spread her thighs wide and dove in, eating her pregnant pussy with renewed ferocity. His tongue flicked her clit relentlessly until she was grinding against his face, moaning loudly. He sucked and nibbled her plump lips, tasting the sweet nectar that now carried even more meaning. When she came, he climbed up and slid his thick cock into her in one long stroke. “No more pulling away,” he growled, thrusting deep. “You’re mine. This baby is mine. We’re getting married and I’m never going to pull out no matter how many babies we have.”

Jenna wrapped her legs around him, nails raking his back as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Her tits bounced beautifully. “Yes, Mike. I want it all. I want you. I’m sorry I was scared, I need to feel you inside me, take what’s yours baby!”

He pounded harder, wet sounds filling the room. He flipped her onto all fours, admiring her perfect ass before slamming back in. He slapped her cheeks, yanking her hair as he railed her. “Gonna keep filling you even while you’re pregnant. I want you dripping with my cum every day.”

She pushed back, meeting every thrust. “Cum in me. Please. I need it.”

Mike roared as he exploded, pumping load after thick load into her already-pregnant womb. He stayed buried deep, grinding against her as the last spurts filled her. When he finally pulled out, cum gushed from her well-fucked hole. He pushed it back in with two fingers, making her shudder from his thick fingers. They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat. Jenna curled into his chest, her tears now ones of happiness. The stress was completely gone—her face soft, glowing with relief.

“I love you,” she whispered, hand resting on her belly.

“I love you more,” Mike replied, already hardening again against her thigh. “And we’re just getting started.”

The End

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