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The old fan spins slowly above you — round and round and round – hypnotizing. There are water stains on the popcorn ceiling. Maybe it’ll be the asbestos to kill you before anything else does – that’d be real hilarious, considering…
You’ve been laying here for hours. Waiting for him. Wet and achy, and wearing only one of his old t-shirts, and nothing else underneath. You’d made yourself come at least four times already, soaking his sheets, and you know he’s gonna be mad when he finds you here. And really you did consider listening to him, not breaking into his apartment again, crawling through his window and stripping down to nothing to wait for him in his bed. He’d been very firm when he said no more , that the two of you had to stop. That you were getting too invested and too needy and that he couldn’t give you what you wanted.
But then he’d fucked you again right after that, so you didn’t really care what he had to say, to be honest. Didn’t really believe him.
You wanted him. You needed him. To fuck you, to love you as much as you loved him. And he did, you knew he did. You could feel it in the way he pressed himself into you, his hard cock driving so deep and so good and making you come so hard around him. You knew he loved you back. He just needed a little push. A little coaxing.
And you’d come up with the perfect solution for his uncertainty. A baby. That’s what you were here for tonight. You were going to make Joel put a baby in you. That would fix everything. You were sure of it. And really, this was all his fault. All the months of begging and pleading for his attention. The agonizing desperation of following him around like some sort of pathetic puppy, hoping for just a morsel of his time and affection. Well all that had made you just a little crazy for him. He’d pushed you to reach this conclusion, really.
You wanted to be the only thing he thought of, the only person he needed, desired. The center of his universe, like he was the center of yours. And you knew if you were carrying his baby that would be true. That he’d not be able to focus on anything but the thought of you heavy and pregnant with his child.
His key in the lock sounds, and then he’s there stepping through the open door. Broad and thick with the muscle of his hard labor, and so tall. He’d forced you to stop taking so many work shifts, said it was too hard on you, that he worried too much at the thought of you running around the QZ doing all those odd jobs without him. He worried about you, and the thought of that made your belly clench.
You roll over onto your side and curl into a little ball, tucking your hands beneath your cheek, nuzzling into the smell of him on the pillow as he walks slowly towards the bed. You track his movements with your eyes, saying nothing. You can feel the cool air on your swollen, wet pussy, and you watch his eyes snap towards the junction of your thighs, watch his jaw tighten, the muscle there fluttering with frustration. You smile a sly little smile at him.
“Thought I told you no more sneakin’ in?”
“You did,” you say in a small, acquiescent tone, widen your eyes at him innocently. “I decided not to listen.”
“I can see that.” He crouches down to unlace his boots, his eyes never leaving your cunt. And then he’s straightening up to his full height, and reaching forward to snatch your ankle in his strong grip and dragging you towards him, faster than you can even react. He bends forward, strong arms bulging as he holds himself up over your prone form, you spread your legs wide for him.
“You been playin’ with this needy little cunt.” He ghosts the back of his knuckles over your puffy lips. It’s not even posed as a question, the swollen, red evidence of it bared for him.
“Mhmm,” you mewl, stretch your arms high over your head, spread your thighs wider, presenting yourself to him like an offering for his taking.
His hand snakes up, over the soft swell of your belly, pushing his t-shirt up as he goes. Over your breasts, and up to your jaw. You're panting now, and he hooks his fingers into your mouth, presses down harshly, inspecting the wet gleam of your tongue.
He clicks his tongue at you, disapprovingly, shakes his head a little. “It ain’t yours to play with, little girl,” and he grips your jaw harshly, gives your head a jerky little shake, large hand brutal on the curve of your bone. You’re caught, snared in place like prey. All those months of begging — this is where they’ve gotten you. He presses his lips to yours, opens his mouth, giving you the gift of his tongue and you moan, low and wanton, let him lick into your mouth as he pleases.
“Should I teach you a lesson?” he says as he pulls back, “Teach you who this cunt belongs to?” You let yourself melt into submission. Limbs going soft and pliant — inviting him in for the kill. A small nod your head, and a growl of approval leaks out of him. The thread snaps.
Hand fisted in your hair, he jerks you painfully to the ground in front of him, and you claw at his belt, desperate to get to his cock. You get his zipper down and wrap your hand around the thick, hot length of him. He’s not fully hard yet, and you give him a slow little jerk, looking up at him in permission. He tugs the collar of his shirt up and over your head, leaving you bare and exposed to his hungry stare. Your breasts are heavy and aching, the tips furled into tight points.
“Get it hard, baby, yeah–” he passes the rough pad of his thumb over the arch of your cheekbone, a singular small gift of softness, “just like that.” He smooshes your cheeks into a pucker, digs his fingers between your molars over your soft flesh to force your mouth open. His thick fist replaces your own as he starts to jerk his length, long slow swipes, from base tip, giving the now leaking head a little twist at the end. Your mouth waters as you watch him, your pussy soaked and clenching jealously around nothing. He fists the thick base as he taps the broad bead of his cock on your supplicant tongue. “Gonna fuck your throat. That’s what you wanted right? A little attention?”
“Yes, Joel,” your eyes are huge and pleading, and then he’s pushing the thick length of him into the hot, wet of your mouth. Back, back until he meets the start of your throat and holds there. You swallow around him, once, twice, and he makes a little rumble of approval that fills you with the most pathetic feeling of consolation.
“Look at you – fuckin’ gorgeous with a mouth full of cock–”
He’s still holding at the back of your throat, cutting off your air, and you feel spit pooling at the corners of your mouth, dribbling down. You pull back, gasping – a string of saliva still connecting you to his red flushed tip. “Ah, ah, didn’t say you could stop.” He shoves back in, starts to saw his hips in and out of your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and suck while he grips your hair and directs your movements. He tastes so good, salty and musky with the sweat of his day. You should be disgusted, taking him into your mouth after he’s worked hard for hours, but you’re not. All it does is turn you on more, make you more hungry for him. You swirl your tongue around as much of his thick girth as you can, run your tongue along the thick vein you can feel pulsing and throbbing. The ache between your legs is almost painful now, so desperate to be filled by him. You move to rub at your clit and he slaps your face, a little, quick smack, that has your eyes blinking open, wide and shocked.
“Did I give you permission to do that?” he grits between clenched teeth as he fucks his hips harder into your mouth. The fist he has twisted in your hair makes your eyes smart with tears, and then he’s pulling out suddenly and hooking his hands under your arms to push you harshly onto the bed.
He kneels on the bed, crawling up over you until his broad body is straddled over your chest and he starts to jack himself rough and fast. You’re out of breath, disoriented at his rough manhandling, and so deliriously aroused you’re starting to cry. Pathetic little tracks of tears making a slow crawl back into your hair. “Look so pretty when you cry for me, baby.” He fucks his fist harder and palms the heavy weight of your lush tit in his other hand as he starts to come at the sight of your tears, “Open your fucking mouth.” You stick your tongue out to catch as much as you can, and Jesus fucking Christ, it makes him come ever harder.
“Ah, ah–” he tuts, “don’t swallow, don’t swallow it yet. Lemme see, show me–”
You stick your tongue out further for him, your offering of obedience. The hot pool of his spend sitting heavy on your tongue as he moves down to kneel between your legs, holding it there. You can feel a little bit of drool start to slide down the corner of your mouth, and he wipes it away with a gentle swipe of his thumb, brings it to his own mouth and sucks it between his lips. Nasty man. Your womb cramps painfully, so fucking turned on it physically hurts. More tears run down your temples.
“Poor little girl–” he coos, “You can swallow now. Good girl, yeah, swallow all of it.” The viscousness of it passes through your throat, and it’s like you can feel it settle heavy in your belly, makes you hungrier. “Lemme see? All gone? Good girl.”
His eyes travel a slow path down the length of your body, settle at the aching wet place between your thighs. “Hurts doesn’t it? So red and swollen…” He rubs his broad palms up and down the back of your thighs, pressing your knees back and into your breasts. His eyes filet you, cut you open as if he could see inside, gaze upon your viscera and blood.
“Lemme see you play with it, hmm?” You give him a dubious look, you don’t trust him very much when he’s like this. “It’s alright, it’s alright, I give you permission this time… that’s it…” You press your fingers to the swollen, aching bud of your clit and moan, eyes never leaving his face as he watches with the sickest look of rapt fascination as you play with your pussy. “Inside, lemme see you fuck it,” and you press your index and middle finger into your opening, roll your hips against your palm to grind your clit into the mound of your hand. Fuck, you need more. It isn’t enough and he’s being so mean and withholding. You let out a sob, “Joel– Joel–”
He rips your hand away suddenly and lands a harsh, stinging slap right to the tender apex of your sex, you keen, high and long and try to scramble away from him. Mean, mean, mean, man, but then he’s flipping you onto your belly and landing another sharp blow to the swell of your ass. He spreads your thighs and pulls you back onto his lap, a hand at the small of your back pressing you down into the bed so that you’re entirely vulnerable to him. Splayed open and at his mercy. You claw at the bedsheets. He can see everything — exactly how he wants. His large palms grasp the meat of your ass and pull you apart for closer inspection, and you feel him spit right onto your sex, rub it into your skin. It’s humiliating and dirty and you want him to do it again. You writhe, hips swaying gently side to side, trying to tempt him.
“Look at all this — so pretty and desperate…”
“Please, please, Joel–” you sob, “Just the tip, please, please, daddy. I’ll be so good.” The ache is too much now, spread so wide, it crawls into your limbs, up your back. All your muscles are locked tight and you can feel the clench of your hole right there for him to witness. Your skin is flushed and sweating and burning hot.
“This is what happens to bad girls who don’t listen. Who touch things that don’t belong to them.” He runs the pad of his thumb from your entrance to your clit, gives it a soft little swirl, not nearly enough to soothe the ache away, and then back to your pussy, presses the tip of his finger in just the tiniest bit and you wail. Pleading. Then further up, “What if I fuck you here too, hmm?” He presses down gently on the tight bud of muscle, and you clamp down hard, trying to keep him out. Now you’re really clawing at the sheets, trying to get away from his probing fingers. “No, no– relax, relax for me . Don’t get scared now… it’s gonna happen eventually. You don’t have a choice, baby. Wanted me to own you? So desperate to be all mine? Then I get all of your little holes…” He’s pressing down on your lower back then, flattening your arched form onto the bed, and gripping your hips to flip you over. He moves back, crouches between your spread open thighs, he holds your gaze with his as he spits on your cunt again, then shifts to track the slow slide of his saliva through your glistening folds. His eyes burn with hunger — he likes it , it’s filthy and he likes it. He dips his head and licks through the mess he’s made, presses his tongue into you, and then back up to suck your clit hard into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out, he flicks his tongue up and down. There’s no gentleness in the way he eats you. You writhe on the bed, hands clutched in his gray streaked hair, and you roll your hips, fucking yourself on to his tongue. His wide palm pushes down on your tummy and then two of his thick fingers are pressing into you and hooking on that spot inside you that makes you see stars and oh fuck, it’s too much, too much too much too much, you tell him. It feels like you're about to wet yourself, it’s too intense, so intense it almost hurts, and then you’re coming. Your orgasm pooing low in your back and then exploding, you’re gushing onto his face, into his open mouth, can feel the wet splash against your thighs, and he’s f ucking groaning, growling into your skin, not letting up even for a second.
You start to cry harder, hiccuping and gasping, overstimulated immediately after that.
“Messy little girl,” he pulls back, swipes his palm softly over your pulsing center. He stands then, looking down at you from his great height. A conqueror come to enjoy his spoils. You can see how heavy and thick his cock hangs between his legs. Already ready to go again. It’s obscene that a man his age can have this sort of stamina.
“This is what you wanted right? What you needed? Just some attention. Always desperate for my attention. ” You swipe your fingers through the wet between your legs and bring it up to suck your fingers into your mouth.
You hum, popping your fingers into your mouth, and without your gaze leaving his you say: “I want you to put a baby in me, daddy.” He goes stock still, unblinking. You smile at him, putting on your most beguiling look and nod your head at him. You watch a flush start in his chest and make a slow crawl up his neck and into his cheeks, deep and red.
His breathing has changed, into something rougher and deeper. He closes his eyes, cocks his head to the side as if in contemplation. You try to settle your own breaths, match the cadence of his. This is it, this is it. “What did you just say to me?”
“Didn’t you hear me?” you say innocently. You watch a shiver pass through him. There is a conniving sense of satisfaction running through your blood at the sight of him so shocked by your words. “Want you to fuck a baby into me. Want your come,” you pout.
He starts to unbutton his shirt, pushes his pants down the rest of the way and steps out of them. His eyes are still closed, like he can’t look at you yet. Like if he does all his control will be lost. When all his clothes are gone he finally looks at you again and you sweep your eyes along the gorgeous lines of him. So tall and strong. Hair and beard threaded with silver, mused from your fingers. His middle thick, gone a little soft with age. Fucking sexy.
He kneels between your legs again and pulls your spread thighs over his own bulkier ones, and then his cock is there, finally, finally, pressing into you. He surges up into you in one harsh thrust, giving you the entire thing without preamble, without a second for you to adjust. He holds there. “So that’s what you want, is it?” His voice is soft, and you can feel the bite of a threat threaded through the vowels and consonants of his words. It makes you clench around him in apprehension.
“Put a baby in me, Joel. Please wanna belong to you, please, please, please.”
He closes his eyes tight, jaw clenched at how fucking good you feel. Your cunt – like it was made just for him, his to fill, his to fuck whenever and however he wants. Your back arches, letting him in deeper, your legs spreading wider for him.
“Sweet girl, don’t think you know what it is you’re asking for.”
“I do, I do– I want your baby, please, please fuck me full of your come.”
“Wanna make me a daddy? Want me to put a baby in my baby?” and yes, yes, you could cry at hearing him say it. It’s exactly what you need. He starts to thrust his hips, the head of his cock kissing something deep and only his inside of you.
“This what you’ve been thinking’ about all day while you fucked yourself in my bed? Gettin’ all round and heavy with my baby?” He curls his hand around the bend of your knee, pulls your leg up to press a soft kiss to the inside of it.
Yes, yes. He curls one hand around your neck, cradling the base of your throat, the other squeezing the heavy weight of your breast, and he’s so fucking hot when he gives you what you want, you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Everyone will know… Everyone will know what a bad girl you’ve been. What you let me do to you.”
“Want them to know,” you gasp as he picks up his pace, “Want them to know I belong to you.”
Your words unravel him. “That’s right – that’s fucking right – you do belong to me.” His cock is brutal inside of you. “Fucking obsessed with this cunt. It’s mine–” His gaze is fixed on where your bodies meet, where you’re taking him. You wish you could watch through his eyes, see what he sees, how the thick girth of it stretches you.
“Tell me how grateful you are I’m giving you my cock. Tell me how grateful you are I’m gonna fuck a baby into this sweet pussy–”
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Your voice is an incoherent babble.
“ Oh, I know – I know it’s hard to use your big girl words when you’re so full, isn’t it? Hmm?” You’re going to come soon, can feel your walls flutter and throb around the unrelenting length of him. “Fuckin’ cock drunk little girl,” he growls. Leans forward to press his chest into yours, licks into you, fucks your mouth as deep as he’s fucking your pussy. He slides a hand beneath your ass, tilting your pelvis up and forward for him. The angle changing impossibly deeper, verging on painful. You want more.
“You like this, baby? Like what I have to give you?”
“More, Joel, more, more– want your come–”
“Needy little thing. Whose cunt is this? Tell me.”
“Yours, yours,” you cry, hitch your legs higher up his back to press your heels into the hard muscle there.
He pulls back and angles his hips downward, driving brutally into you. “Right there — you feel that? That’s my fucking spot– Mine, only mine. ”
It’s too much, too much. And you tell him so. “Shut up. Shut up and take it. This is what you asked for. This is what you wanted, and now you’re gonna take it until I fuck you full of my baby.”
You mewl his name over and over again, starting to come around him in long, throbbing pulses. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, that’s it. What a good girl. Fucking perfect–” You try and push him away, overwhelmed by him, but he clasps both your wrists above your head in his strong grip, hands limp and useless in the face of his strength, “I know, I know, it’s okay,” he shushes you, a little condescending, a little mean. It stings, just how you like it. “I know you’re just a little girl, and it’s a lot for you. But I know you can take it.”
“Joel, please–”
“Gonna give you my come now, baby girl.” You’d gotten what you wanted, and now that you had it, you could do nothing but take it – his devastating pace – take it and take it and take it – stuffed completely full.
He pulls back, pins you down by the shoulders, presses you into the bed until it almost hurts. The muscles in your back and arms straining under his heavy weight. “Fuck yourself on my cock until you come again. You wanted it so bad, so fuckin’ desperate for it, then fuck yourself, use my cock. Want you to milk me.”
His thighs slide further under yours, seating you more fully in his lap and forcing his thick length further into your already overstretched cunt. It hurts, but you start to grind your hips slowly, slowly. Dragging your mound over his pelvis, grinding your clit into the base of his cock. Your mouth is open and stupidly gaping like a fish and his own mouth, his expression, mocks you a bit – condescending. He reads the desperation in your eyes; it amuses him, and that makes your belly coil and twist with humiliation, but also with lust. He’s mean and you like it, and he knows that you like it. It makes him meaner.
He slides his fingers through the slick wet of where he’s stretching you out, fucking you open. Feeling how far your little hole is stretched around him makes him even harder. He starts to feel the tight heat coil at the base of his spine. “I’m gonna give it to you now. Gonna fuck that baby into you–” He needs to come, needs to fuck his spend deep into you, needs to fuck a baby into you, get you round and swollen and claimed as his for the whole world to know. His words set off your own orgasm once again, and you clamp down tight as a fist around him. The wet squelch of your cunt taking him the only thing you can hear in your ringing ears. He starts to come too, the hot jerk of him filling you inside extending your climax. “That’s it, fuckin’ take it, ” he grits out. He bends to suck your nipple into his mouth, bites down on it harshly. You can do nothing but accept all of him. After all, you did ask for this.
His hips grind deep. Your entire body is nothing more than one prolonged, overly sensitive throb. You can feel the viscousness of his spend seeping out of you, where you’re connected, down between your ass and onto the bed sheets beneath you. His mouth switches to your other breast, kissing this one gently; soft, little licks to your nipple. He sits up between your thighs. Takes in the destruction he’s just wrought over you. You’re beyond words, but the look in his gaze is so appreciative, it makes you preen.
His now soft cock slips out of you, wrung out from coming twice in a row, but he stuffs his fingers into your sensitive, gaping hole. Scooping his leaking come and pressing it back in. “Gotta keep it all in, baby. Keep it all in so it’ll take, hmm?” he croons.
And yes, you think, you’ll just have to do this over and over again. Until it takes. Until you’re both just as deeply rooted within the other.