you’d told yourself no..you’d said it time and again that you were done. That this would be the very last time you’d see her..that she didn’t deserve you. All of which were false except the latter. Because somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you knew…you knew it’d always be this way. A tumultuous, repetitive cycle of breaking up and making up even harder. Telling her you hated her guts only got her to be in yours hours later; saying how sorry she was and you’d always forgive her without pause. But this time, she couldn’t be certain…the risk of you actually following through on your promise was far too great. You made it abundantly clear that if she didn’t get her shit together, you were breaking up with her. And to take things a step further, you were moving out of this city and leaving her ass behind entirely. The prospect of you moving onto bigger and better things..new job that paid amicably, an apartment on a nicer side of town than where you currently were and of course, a better woman. You had every intention of doing so too. That was until…
“Keep fucking me!…just like that. Right there..”
“Right there, baby? That’s your spot, ain’t it?..squeezing me so fucking tight—“
until you made the rather ignorant choice to make one last visit to the toxic, selfish woman known as Zoya. Giving your final plea of sorts; hoping that she’d beg your forgiveness and vow to be a better girlfriend. Because although she wasn’t the best fit for you in the slightest, there was still some semblance of love there. A part of you cared so deeply and didn’t want to let her go. But the truth was, that was pure, unadulterated lust! The connection you felt for her was nothing more than an attachment to her sex..the way she fucked you was incomprobable. Hadn’t met a woman who could make you feel the way she did physically. Despite causing you pain in every other area..regardless, you looked past it once she got you out of your clothes and on her mattress, practically breaking the bed frame trying to put you through it.
“Zoyaaaa!….oh my gosh..”
coiling both your wrists and ankles into her grasp, she’d keep you in place, pounding into that core with consistent strokes. Each one going deeper and deeper..drumming out loud whimpers and arousal all the same. A sheath of your juices were leaking onto the sheets, along with staining her cock. she didn’t care..she desired more. Almost as if she were addicted to it. You were already overstimulated; afraid that you couldn’t take another orgasm. All of this came only after she had eaten your pussy to the point of tears. Yet, there she was..determined to get more than her fill. Those blonde locks plastered to her forehead due to the pouring sweat trickling down her body. she always got this way when she was inside of you. The only time she’d give you her all; completely devoted to ensuring that you received the ultimate pleasures. Trembling and shaking, (y/n) gazed into those icy colored eyes, each of which were teeming with lust for you as she finally faltered her speed a little. Those arms..each toned and laced with detailed tattoos stood at your side like that of pillars. “Yes, baby? Something on your mind?”
at the moment, it was completely blank. Your brain dumbed and fucked out by her unrelenting resolve. Not to prove she would treat you right but to ensure that you didn’t go elsewhere. That even if you decided to get in that car tomorrow, drive miles away and never look back, she’d be forever imprinted in your memory..
“I-I can’t..no more, baby. Please…oh my gosh.”
however, that wasn’t the only way that Zoya was planning to leave her mark on you. Because little did you know, she had devised a plan to ensure that the two of you would be bound for a lifetime. Whether you wanted to do so or not..
“No more? Oh, sweetheart..I know you can give me so much more than that..” her voice mirroring that of a very nefarious villain. Even patting your cheek and sliding a thumb between your lips for a small semblance of comfort. You looked so cute and utterly pathetic. So much so the sight made her twitch whilst buried to your hilt. That swollen cock head pressing directly against the entrance of your womb. she hadn’t been entirely honest when she invited you over for what she called “one last talk.”..hell, she had no intentions at all of sitting down and discussing the state of your relationship, what she could do to resolve it or how to be a better man. her one and true objective was to get you pregnant! she wanted you to be with her child, so that no matter where you strayed, you’d be reminded of her. she’d constantly tell you how she wanted you to have her baby and that you’d look so pretty carrying it. But you couldn’t in good faith raise a child with someone as irresponsible as Zoya! her employment was constantly fleeting, she lacked all the skills required to care for another human being and you didn’t want that risk. But you truly had no choice..no choice but to lie there and take every inch of her as your beautiful brown eyes rolled to the back of your skull. As that appendage left an imprint in the pit of your belly, kissing the inner corner of that cervix. Your legs flailing midair and your toes curling to the max. she wanted to keep you like this forever..admire and treasure her most precious possession..
“I mean..I bet if I do this..” suddenly, you’d feel that swelling tension in your loins deepening when she rubbed your clit with her free thumb. “No wait!—“ “..you’ll come so hard, I won’t even be able to stay inside of you.” her voice is so condescending but soothing in a way. she gave you sweet nothings with the most sour of intentions. Knowing that she wasn’t going to allow you to leave shere tonight without every last drop of her seed in your womb. Until she saw the lines on that test indicating a positive result. she needed it..he needed you so fucking badly!
“So that’s why I want you to take it…take all this fucking dick, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl..the only one who can get all of my nut. So do it..take it just like you did the other ones.”
it was then that those vigorous thrusts would resume. Even harder than before and she didn’t care that she had now freed your hands and you were utilizing them as a means to slow her down. she’d merely put them right back where they started. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. I guess I’ll just have to hold them again.” Meanwhile, she’d release another maniacal laugh and shove her tongue between your lips; swirling it around your own until you were whimpering into her mouth. she had maximized her speed and was rutting those hips until you felt her to the hilt. That tight cunt made even more constricted by her previous loads that had been sloshing around. Throbbing and leaking as she thrashed you around. her thick girth and long length fill every sector of you. she had full dominion over this body and wasn’t letting go!
“Are you gonna do as I asked, baby? You’ll do whatever I want, right?..”
“Y-yes, daddy! Fuck meeee..”
“And you’re not going any fucking where, isn’t that right?..”
“No…oh my gosh, just don’t stop.”
your answer seemed to satisfy her ego well enough and that was all she needed to persist. Smirking down and rewarding you with another kiss, Zoya gently stroked the side of your face before leaning back up.
“That’s right, baby. Get used to calling me daddy..because I want to get you pregnant. Fill that pretty pussy up..you ready?” You’d vehemently nod with tears in your eyes. Begging for her to do so..to make you her forever. With only a couple more strokes, she’d take an inch or so out and for her final thrusts, slow down.. “..c’mon, beg me. Lemme shear you say that shit. Tell me you want my babies..tell me you want me to get you pregnant.” Leaving you no option than to do so and truth be told…
“Come in me, daddy! Please..give it to me..”
“There we go…now hold still..”
you wouldn’t want it any other way! Finally, she’d come to a halt and you’d feel that earlier throbbing increased tenfold. All that mounting tension of being between those tight walls had finally caught up and she couldn't hold or pull out. “Ah—haaa..shit, coming!”
pulling you into her chest, Zoya would empty every last remnant of her cum into your womb, filling your stomach with every ounce, joining the other two that had followed before. You were stuffed to the brim; overflowing with the warm, white substance by the time she finished. Those strings of silky fluid didn’t come without a chorus of empty ‘I love you’s’ and tearful cries. she made you linger on every word. Hold on to hope that she meant what she spoke. But even if there wasn’t a hint of truth in her statement..
“Thank you, sweetheart…for letting me fill you up..look at that. Gonna look so pretty with my baby..I love you.”
it was too late. You were already trapped inside of her web!