It starts with the two of us kneeling on that big hotel bed, kissing, my hand already wrapped around him, and I keep the black straps on because he told me he liked them. I push him onto his back and lean over him, taking him in my mouth until he is more than ready, and then I put myself exactly where I want to be. Face down flat while he presses me into the mattress, up onto all fours so I can push back against every stroke, on top riding him at my own pace, and finally on my back with my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper. That is where I whisper it. I am not on birth control. Fill me. Breed me. He holds me tight, buries himself as deep as he can go and gives me every single drop right where I begged for it. I keep him wrapped in my arms and my legs afterwards, holding it all in and hoping it takes.

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