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I slid back up, leaving more of my slick wetness along his length. I eased back down, a little further now. His size pushed against the walls inside me. Stretched me to a stinging, delicious pain.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out. A lance of stinging pain jabbed me. The sting was there, but not as sharp as the first time. He filled me completely. Like my body was skin wrapped around his thickness.

The pain ebbed as the pleasure built. Tingling sparks radiated from my insides. Swept through my body in building waves.

I slowly lowered back down, going further. All the way in. His manhood split me wide open. He filled me more than I could take. Tears of joy and pain fell from my eyes.

I looked at the clock.

6:14.

Shit. She would be out of the shower any minute.

But I couldn’t stop. I should’ve, but I couldn’t.

Gritting through the discomfort, I balanced myself in a squat above him. My legs trembled from the anguishing mix of pain, pleasure, and a growing exhaustion. Our bodies connected through the flesh between us. The hard flesh between his legs jutted straight up and into me.

I brought myself up and down. Again and again.

Jake clutched the pillow and moaned into it. His hips bucked up into me. Driving his cock deeper and harder into me. Deeper and harder than seemed possible.

My body and world were filled with stiff, unyielding cock.

Oh my God. He was so big. So hot. So full of cum for me.

I stroked his balls while my pussy pumped against him. His girth glistened in the dim light as it appeared and reappeared.

His abs showed in stark relief of light and shadow. He was gorgeous. Potent.

It hit me in a flash. An overwhelming quake of deep, genetic understanding.

It was insane.

It was the truth.

I wanted to have his baby.

I wanted his cum inside me to grow a baby.

It was crazy to say. It was wrong in so many ways. But my body was certain.

Utterly sure.

I wanted to tear the condom off and slam my pussy onto his bare cock.

I rode him harder, stroking his balls, silently begging for the salty gift within them.

My tight, silky glove squeezed and stroked him. His size filled me full over and over. Involuntary clenches crested again and again inside me. Each spasm sent a shudder through my body.

His balls clenched up, a little tightening. They were ready to fill me up. I was so happy.

I needed it and he would give it to me.

“Oh Julia,” he said through the muffled thickness of the pillow.

I froze.

Did he just say my name?

“What,” I said.

“Annika,” he asked and yanked the pillow off his face.

It took him an instant in the dim light. And then his eyes went wide as recognition registered.

Did he just say my name?

And then shower water shut off.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up. Lust, rage, and need clouded his eyes. He was a chaos of primal emotions.

Then, unexpectedly, he slammed me back down on him. Buried his enormous cock inside me. I bit my lip, whimpered, and came all over him. My pussy clenched tight over and over as the waves crested through me. His balls tightened again and I knew he was about to spray his hot seed.

Then the bathroom door creaked open.

He threw me to the floor next to the bed. I lay there bent over while the orgasm shook the last waves out of me.

“Jesus Jacob,” Annika said. “Still hard as a rock? You need to finish that badly, huh?”

I felt the bed move as she climbed onto it.

“Fine, I can give you a couple minutes,” she said.

I snuck around the edge of the bed, my hard nipples dragging over the plush carpet. I made it to the foot of the bed and peeked over.

Chapter Twelve

Jake’s feet splayed out, inches from my head. Annika sat next to him, her back to me. She peeled the condom off and slowly stroked him. Jake glanced at me as I popped up. He quickly looked away.

“Annika, stop it—”

“Jacob, shut up. Your dick is straining to release. I never want to hear I don’t take care of you.”

“This is not—”

And then I ran my tongue across the pad of his foot. Between his toes. Circled around his big toe.

He moaned, deep and hungry.

“You were saying,” Annika said.

She stroked him a little more firmly.

I sucked his big toe into my warm, wet mouth. Ran my tongue under and around it. His leg stiffened and he groaned.

It was so hot. I shoved a finger into my dripping pussy. Plunged it in and out. Slid it up under the hood, to my clit, and rubbed back and forth.

“Suck it,” Jake said, “Suck it, baby.”

“Not gonna happen,” she said. “I just got out of the shower.”

I sucked his toes in and out, flicked my tongue on the pads. Fingered my pussy harder. Vibrated my clit faster.

“Oh God,” Jake said, “Suck it inside. Oh, yes.”

“Stop asking,” Annika said as she stroked him.

I sucked and slurped. Quiet slurps. But slurps nonetheless. Some of the slurps came from between my legs. Annika might have heard if Jake wasn’t groaning so loudly.

“Okay, baby,” he said, “I’m gonna come. Yes. Yes, okay.”

Annika stroked him faster. I sucked faster. Flicked my clit faster. He wasn’t the only one that was going to come.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said. “Don’t stop.”

Jake’s body spasmed and his cock spurted. Ropy strings of sticky milky seed shot up and onto Annika’s face. Like old faithful, he blasted again and again. Coating her face and hair in dripping semen. She was completely covered in it. Like a Halloween cum mask.

God, he was so powerful. So hot.

My pussy and stomach clenched tight and I came all over my fingers. Hard, grunting orgasms that I had to bite my lip to contain.

Annika wiped cum out of her eyes.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she said. “Look at me. What am I? Your personal cumbucket?”

Jake looked stricken. His eyes glanced to me and then back. Confusion edging into the animal heat.

“I’ve got to shower again,” she said and pointed an accusing finger. “This is going to make me late, Jacob. Fuck you for that. “

“Jesus, Annika,” he said.

Annika pushed off the bed. Cum dripped from her face onto the bedsheets and floor as she retreated to the bathroom. A second later, the door slammed shut.

Jake immediately jumped up, shoved my panties and tank top into my hands, and pushed me out the door.

He brought his mouth down to my ear. His panting breath hot and fast. It was so hot. He was so hot.

“Are you fucking crazy,” he said.

What?

That’s not what I wanted to hear. He was supposed to say he loved me. That he wanted me and only me. That he wanted me to be his personal cumbucket.

It sounded gross. But I’d try anything to make him happy. To be the best lover he’d ever had.

He pushed me further down the hall. A little harder than he meant to I think, because I tripped and tumbled to the floor.

“Get your clothes on,” he said. His voice didn’t sound kind. Why was he talking to me like that? When I just wanted to please him.

Of course, I knew why he was mad. I fucked him while Annika was still wet on his cock. That was weird. But whatever. It wasn’t about her. It was about us—Jake and me.

He wanted me too.

He said my name when he thought it was Annika riding his cock.

My name.

I was nineteen now and a woman, both legally and physically. Had been physically for a while now.

I could give him the family he wanted.

I lay there on my stomach, face down in the hallway, legs spread. Confused and vulnerable.

I glanced up, and he was gone. His bedroom door already shut.

Damn. I couldn’t do anything right. Not even lay naked on the floor. Exposed, vulnerable, irresistible. Apparently, I couldn’t even pull that off.

I did make him come though. There was that. I was good at something. It wasn’t Annika that did it. Yes, she had his cock in her hands. But he was talking to me. Telling me to suck him. Talking to me while he shot his load on her face.

He wants me. It was my name on his lips.

So why was he fighting it so hard?

Yes, I knew it was wrong. I knew the whole thing was fucked up. But we didn’t choose for it to be this way. It just was. And we had to deal with it.

With our attraction.

With our forbidden love.

I wouldn’t give up without a fight. Without a fight for us. For our future together.

For the baby I wanted to give him.

I loved him.

And to me, that’s all that mattered.

The End

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