Of course, but with a degree of mercy

I wasn't going to turn back now. My cock would mutiny if it didn't get the release we had been working towards all day. But I didn't want to break Bea. I sighed and leaned closer to her. “Bea,” I said, and she smiled at me and raised her eyebrows.

“Yes?”

“When I tell you to begin, you still must obey the rules, but you'll forget being told about them. You'll forget all about the app. You'll just remember me as a nice guy you met and hung out with, OK?”

“Please don't,” she said with a smile. Apparently the real Bea was still fighting inside her head.

“Begin,” I commanded. Bea leaned back and her hand went slowly into her panties again as I massaged her calves. She cooed in pleasure. After a minute of this, I stood up and left the living room.

“Bea, I'm going to head to bed. You can let yourself out when you're done, OK? It's been great getting to know you. Really.”

“Okaaaay,” she sighed. “G'night.”

I went to my room, got ready for bed, and slipped under the covers. I was pretty tired, but I wondered if I could actually fall asleep. Though it wasn't my usual habit, I went to bed naked, in anticipation of Bea's surrender. Despite my arousal, despite my excitement, I eventually fell asleep. It was nearly midnight.

******

I awoke to a pressure on the tip of my cock. It took me a few seconds to remember why that was to be expected, but by then the adrenaline had me wide awake. It was 2:30 in the morning. Bea had rubbed herself for three hours on my couch, never able to cum, not able to understand why, unable to bring herself to leave my apartment, and now she was **** enough to mount me as I slept in my own bed.

I grunted as she sank down – such tight, wet heavenly sensations as I had never experienced. Just feeling me inside her seemed to relieve Bea a little. She moaned a happy sound, then looked to see if I was awake. Meeting my eyes, she covered her face with her hands and whispered, “I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I can't cum and... and it's like I just... I need to before I can leave. I figured you wouldn't mind helping me a little.”

“Yeah, sure,” I yawned. “Do what you gotta do.”

“Thanks,” she said, and began sliding herself back and forth, rubbing herself against me. “I'm so super close,” she said, “Once I finish, I'll jerk you off, OK?”

I grunted a non-answer. I wasn't sure how my response could be mis-used as a conditional command. Something like “Whatever you want” might give her permission to do just that. I needed to explore conditionals later. Not now, though.

“Take off your shirt,” I whispered. She immediately complied, but covered her chest with one arm, the other hand on my abdomen, supporting her as she picked up speed. “No,” I chided her, “let me see.” She moved her arm away and leaned forward, hands on the bed. I pushed her back up for a moment so I could appreciate her body. She was small, thin, and her breasts were slight bumps on her perfectly toned body. I could see the muscles in her abdomen tighten and ripple as she moved. She must have interpreted my smile as belittling, because she said, “Now you get why my ex felt like he-”

“He was a moron,” I interrupted. “An asshole, and a fool. You are...” I was speechless. “Bea, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. Inside and out. I could easily fall in love with you. I'm already in lust with you. I can't believe I get to be with you like this.”

“Shut up,” she said playfully as she leaned forward over me again. I lifted my head and took a nipple between my lips. As I gently toyed with it, Bea cradled my head in her arm and sped up.

“I won't be long,” she panted. “I've been trying to cum for hours... literally. I couldn't do it without... without something inside me. I'm so sorry, this is just...”

“It's awesome,” I told her. “Don't question that. This is exactly what you needed to do. Go ahead and cum whenever you want – you deserve it.”

“Almost there,” she whined, pressing harder against me, our pubic bones finding delicious friction. Her breathing quickened and her eyes clenched shut. She let out a high-pitched moan and then suddenly started jerking. Her convulsions went from head to toe, and I felt each one as she wrapped my member in a perfect seal. “I'm cu--- cu--- I'm cuuu-- Oh God!” she stuttered. I pressed my face to hers but didn't interrupt her until she found my mouth and stuck her tongue in to meet mine. We kissed our way through the rest of her orgasm until she was finally relaxing on top of me, her body completely stretched out on top of mine.

With a contented sigh, she seemed to try to roll off of me, but stopped. I smiled into the dark room. I knew why she couldn't leave me, but she didn't. All she knew was that she couldn't bring herself to detach until I came inside her. Rule number 3.

“Um...” she started. “Let me finish you with my hand.”

“I'm close,” I told her.

“OK,” she said, a little panicked. She straightened up into a sitting position and tried to lift herself off. But just as quickly as she went up, she pressed herself back down. She kept repeating that motion, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I started rubbing up and down her chest with my hands, circling her breasts and teasing her nipples.

“I need to get off of you, OK?” she said.

Again, I wasn't sure how to answer without somehow implying she could make that choice, so I simply said, “Nobody's stopping you.” As much as I wanted to grab her hips and **** her down onto me when I came, I didn't want to do anything that would make it seem like she didn't have the freedom to remove herself from our union.

“Almost there,” I gasped. I was so, so close, and her nearly frantic efforts to disconnect were pushing me over the edge. Bea pushed down, holding me as deep inside her as she could and stopped moving. But it was too late. With a few thrusts of my hips I was there. Bea looked down at me and in a concerned voice simply cried, “Ron?”

That was it. “AAAAUUUGHH YES! Fuck! Yes!” I shouted, exclaiming with each blast into her womb. “Take my cum” I grunted at her. “Take it all. FUCK! Let me knock you up!” I was rambling, but what else could I do? I have always fantasized about risky sex, **** creampies and stuff like that. I never dreamed I would be able to live out those fantasies. For a second I wondered if I could command her to get pregnant. Time would tell, I guess.

But while I was having one of the greatest moments of my life, Bea was mumbling “no no no no no. Stop cumming! Please!” All the while making no effort to remove herself from the situation. And she couldn't understand why she stayed there the entire time I was filling her up with my seed.

Only when I finally sighed and relaxed under her did she get up. Standing next to the bed she exclaimed, “Oh my God, why did you cum inside me? I can't... I don't... What the hell?”

“Don't worry about it,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. And just as quickly, she relaxed and said, “Oh well, whatever.”

I pointed her towards the bathroom, and she went to clean up. Coming back to the room, she picked up her shirt and went to put it on. Then she paused, looked at the time and yawned.

“Can I just crash here for a few hours?” she asked.

In answer, I lifted the blanket for her to climb in next to me. Sliding back until she was spooned inside me, Bea yawned again and closed her eyes. I wrapped and arm around her and held her close as I followed her into happy dreams.