A Happy Accident (Part 1)
As you stare down at the little stick with a positive blue plus sign on it in your hand, you shake slightly. You knew it was from that night you rode him while you were ovulating. Both of you knew it would be dangerous, but that spurred you on. That’s what had made you mount him in the first place.
Ever since you could remember you’d wanted a baby, but as you grew it had turned into a kink. You’d wanted your womb filled with hot seed, the idea making you melt, and you wanted to feel yourself changing, and getting bigger. It was your dream to be fucked every day by the man who had made you that way. But that was a dream, and you wanted to wait to have kids. Your boyfriend was still waiting on his promotion to be finalized, and you were finishing college. You lived together, but both of you wanted to wait until marriage. You weren’t religious or anything, but the thought of being his wife and then the mother of his children just made you feel giddy. This… this would shake things up…
Setting the pregnancy test on the edge of the sink, you stared down at your still flat stomach, rubbing it. Abortion was out of the question. This baby was made from love, and was a piece of you and your boyfriend. You couldn’t erase that. It would haunt you for the rest of your life.
The door opened, and he called out for you. Taking a breath, and squeezing back tears, you went to the living room. “Y/N!” The stocky, strong man you loved barreled in, still covered in sweat from his day at work. You gave the best smile you could, and wrapped him in a hug. “I got the promotion. We’re moving to Wisconsin in six months, right after you graduate!”
You’ll be seven months along then. With a deep breath, you smiled and nodded.
“I’m so proud of you…” Your voice cracked a bit, and your boyfriend raised a dark eyebrow.
“Honey, you look worried. What’s wrong?”
You bit your lip, and your hand danced over your stomach. “I… We’re going to have… a baby…”
His facial expression grew dark, his eyebrows knitting together in worry, but his hands… the drifted to your waist, pulling you close to him. “You took a test?”
“Five. They’re all positive…”
“The next step is to go the doctor.” You nod, and look away from him as he pulls you closer, your face red with shame. Something startles you now as you’re smashed into his body. Through his pants, you can feel the outline of his hard cock. You splutter his name out in shock. “Are you–?“
“I know I shouldn’t be,” he growls under his breath, his mouth trailing kisses up your neck. You melt a little. “But the fact that I knocked you up turns me on so fucking much.” You moan, and let him guide you over to the couch. He pins you down, and starts gently biting at your neck. You arch your back, and he teasingly thrusts against you, the both of you still completely clothed. “You’re going to swell with my baby inside of you.” One of his hands releases you from his pinning grip, trails up your stomach, and he grasps your breast, massaging it. You coo happily, your eyes narrow from lust. “These are going to fill up with milk, and get nice and big, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” you moan breathlessly.
“And you’re going to crave my cock now more than ever, aren’t you slave?” You nod anxiously as liquid fire pools between your legs. You need him.
“Fuck me. Fuck me on the couch,” you whine, leaning up and kissing along his neck, and licking the cuff of his ear. He shudders before snapping his eyes open, and they bore down on you. You’re going to get it, and that turns you on even more.
He yanks you out of your clothes, and smiles as he looks down at your body. Your legs are spread, and your slit is glistening. He licks his lips, and dives between them. Soon, you’re screaming and writhing as he fucks you with his tongue. After you’re shaking from cumming at least three times, he pulls back and lines himself up with you. He teases you, and makes you beg. He makes you desperate for his cock to be inside of you. The cock that has turned you into a mother to be.
As he slides in, you grip his shoulders, and cry out. He stays still for a moment before pulling out, and slamming back in. You gasp as he wildly begins to fuck you. It’s harder and faster than he’s ever gone. He’s slamming up against your cervix, and you’re gasping and crying out his name. You feel like a flailing doll under him as he pummels you with his hard cock. You begin to feel your orgasm building, and seconds later you’re cumming, squirting all over him.
“You’re such a good little slut,” he groans, his hips jerking, and his rolling back. He’s going to cum, and you can feel it. The thought sends you over the edge, milking his cock with your pelvic muscles. His cock twitches and spasms, sending rope after rope into your needy, pregnant cunt.
As he groans, and rests his head on your chest, you smile, and run a hand over his head. “I’m never letting you pull out again.”
He chuckled against you. “Hmmm… I like that idea.”
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