Page 90 of Prey

“This angle,” I explain, lining myself up again, “lets me get deepest when I come.”

I slide home in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. From this position, I can see her face, watch every expression as I fuck her toward my own release.

“Wrap your legs around me. Pull me deeper.”

She does, heels digging into my ass, urging me on. I brace myself on my hands, using my whole body to drive into her. Each thrust rocks her entire frame, her tits bouncing, her mouth falling open in silent cries.

“You’re going to be such a good mother,” I tell her, feeling my orgasm building at the base of my spine. “And once you’ve had one, I’ll have you swollen with the next, tied to me forever. No more running. No more fighting. Just my pregnant little captive, growing our babies.”

“Yes! Please, I want it!”

“Want what?” I’m close now, my thrusts becoming erratic. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to come inside me! Want you to breed me, knock me up, put your baby in me!”

“Fuck!” My control shatters. I slam deep one final time, grinding against her cervix as my orgasm hits. My cum floods her pussy, my cock pulsing with each shot. “Take it, take all of it. Every fucking drop.”

She comes again, her pussy milking me for everything I have. I stay buried deep, letting her contractions work my cum deeper.

When the last spurts finally cease, I carefully pull out enough to watch my cum immediately start leaking from her used hole.

“No,” I growl, scooping it up with my fingers and pushing it back inside. “You keep that in there.”

I resettle my cock at her entrance, not fully penetrating but keeping her plugged. Then I carefully maneuver us onto our sides, maintaining the connection.

“Twenty minutes minimum,” I tell her, pulling her back against my chest. “That’s how long we stay like this, keeping my cum inside you.”

She shivers in my arms, aftershocks still rippling through her. In the mirrors, I can see us from every angle—her pussy lips stretched around my tip, the mess of fluids between her thighs, the way she melts back against me in complete surrender.

“It might have already happened,” I murmur against her ear. “Right now, as we lie here, you might already be pregnant with my baby.”

Her pussy clenches, trying to draw me deeper. I resist, maintaining just enough penetration to keep my cum inside.

“By the time I let you out of this room, you’ll be thoroughly bred. No question about it.”

“And if… if it doesn’t take?”

I smile against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Then we’ll lock you in here every month until it does. I’ve got nothing but time, baby. And you’re not going anywhere.”

The truth of it settles over us like a blanket. She’s mine now. Whether by force or by choice doesn’t matter anymore. Her body has accepted what her mind fought against—that she belongs here, beneath me, full of my cum.

“Fifteen more minutes,” I remind her, one hand sliding down to rest on her lower belly. “Then I’ll feed you again. Keep your strength up for round five.”

She just nods, beyond words, beyond resistance. In the mirrors, I watch her eyes flutter closed, a small smile playing at her lips. She’s exactly where she wants to be, even if she can’t admit it yet.

The timer in my head counts down steadily. Fifteen minutes to let biology do its work. Then I’ll flip her onto her knees again, fuck another load deep into her willing cunt. Again and again until morning comes.

Until she’s mine in every way that matters.

Until she’s carrying my child.

33

JENNA

Consciousness comes back slowly, warmth spreading through my body before my mind catches up. Something wet and soft moves between my legs, sending sparks up my spine. My back arches before I’m fully awake.

“Mmm.” The sound escapes me as I surface from sleep.