A dangerous confession

We stayed in bed for a while after, her still on top of me with my cock softening inside her. She was tracing lazy patterns on my chest again.

Then she went quiet for a few seconds.

“I should probably tell you something,” she said, not looking at me.

I waited.

She finally lifted her head and met my eyes.

“My rod is overdue to be changed. Like… by a couple of months.”

The words hung in the air between us.

All the times I’d cum inside her over the past few days flashed through my mind — the beach, last night, this morning. Raw. Deep. Multiple loads.

She kept talking, her voice a little quieter.

“I’ve been meaning to get it sorted, but I kept putting it off. And then you showed up and… well. We’ve been pretty reckless.”

She didn’t sound scared. If anything, she sounded almost calm about it. Maybe even a little turned on by the risk.

I stayed quiet for a moment, processing it.

My breeding kink — the one I’d confessed to her in the dark that first night — was suddenly very real again. The thought that her implant might not be fully effective anymore sent a rush straight through me.

Alice watched my face carefully.

“You’re not freaking out,” she observed.

I shook my head slowly.

“No,” I admitted. “I’m not.”

She bit her lip, and I felt her pussy give a small, involuntary clench around my cock.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You’re actually into that, aren’t you?”