Page 95 of King of Ashes
“I’d go even deeper if I could.”
I know, and my response is to meet him thrust for thrust.
While desire drives us, it’s this unmistakable need and familiar intimacy that highlights every sexual encounter. Feelings and passion create an intricate net––ironclad and searing.
“Can’t wait to fuck you pregnant. Fill you with my cum. See you waddling around carrying my child.”
Should this baby talk make me even hornier?
With his other hand, he palms my belly, and I come––a supernova, lighting up bright, exploding from too much heat.
He nibbles on my neck as he pushes into me, his rhythm frantic as he chases his own release.
“You like that, don’t you? Fuck, if the idea of breeding you until you’re all swollen, mine for life, carrying my heir doesn’t turn me into a savage.”
Another shock vibrates through me, prolonging my release, and he fills me, his knees buckling from his heavy orgasm.
He breathes hard as he slaps a palm on the door. “Fuck, that was intense.”
When isn’t it?
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Satiated for now, I pull out of her, my deflating cock glistening with our joined releases as more pours out of her. I trail the sticky liquid and push it back inside where it belongs.
With every line I crossed, what would one more be? I could have sold a vitamin shot as the contraceptive one. It would have assured me no possibility of return. A baby would have always connected me to her, but even without one, she will never be free of me. I just hope it doesn’t come to that for both our sakes.
She falls back against my chest, and I hold her close to me, her body stirring that bottomless need to claim, mark, and own.
Give her a break, motherfucker.I just fucking came, but my hunger is as bottomless as my love for her.
Gripping her chin, I turn her face to me and kiss her––breathless like she makes me feel. Mindless, wanting to discover where she starts and I end.
Rushing to the bathroom, I return with a wet cloth and clean between her thighs.
A hiss rolls off her tongue, sensitive after taking my cock. She’s such a good girl when I am buried deep inside her. Andsuch a brat outside the bedroom. The difference puts a grin on my face, and I slide her skirt down.
Gathering her in my arms, I feel powerful, like a superhero carrying his world––boneless and satisfied, just as I prefer her. I place her on the couch with utter gentleness and pull her to my side. We have some more hours to kill, so I scroll through the movie selection and halt on a world-ending one.
She stares, riveted. She has always loved catastrophe-themed movies, intrigued by the scenario.
The film continues on the screen when she asks me, even though it’s not for the first time, “How would you spend your last minutes?”
I would do everything in my power to ensure our survival, but if I couldn’t win against a natural catastrophe or a man-made one, I would simply hold her in my arms and kiss her until we found ourselves somewhere else.
“With you.”
Her eyes glisten, and I add, “The world could end, but I know mine never could as long as I am with you. A lifetime or just moments—it wouldn’t matter.”
“For how hard you fuck me, it’s quite a surprise how sweet and romantic you can be.”
I wink at her, feeling proud.
“So cocky.”
“So smitten would be a better description.”
