Pete makes some demands

Candy's eyes fluttered open, her body stiff and sore as she slowly regained composure. She let out a soft whimper as she felt Pete's tongue grazing over her sensitive nipple, his teeth painfully latched onto the delicate bud of flesh. Her hand instinctively reached down to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to gently pull him away. "Big Pete!" she mumbled, her voice hoarse and raspy, "Big Pete, what are you doing? You're hurting me...". Pete's eyes snapped open, a momentary look of confusion passing over his face as he realized what he was doing.

Pete let go of Candy's nipple with a wet pop, pulling back to look at her with a mix of confusion and realization in his eyes. "Shit," he muttered, realizing what he had been doing. He quickly pulled his massive cock out of Candy's pussy, causing a flood of his own cum to gush out of her gaping hole. The sheer volume was incredible, pouring out of her like a faucet that had been turned on full blast. Candy let out a soft gasp as Pete pulled out, her body shuddering with the sudden sensation. She could feel his thick, creamy seed pouring out of her, filling the air with a musky scent.

Pete blinked, looking at Candy with a mix of confusion and concern. "What?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "What happened back there? I don't remember...". He trailed off, his eyes widening as he realized what had happened. The biting, the sucking, the complete loss of control. "Fuck!" he growled as he started laughing with a deep grumble, running a hand over her sore breast and slapping it lightly. "Had a blackout, baby! Guess den I was possessed by yo' titties or somethin'. Yo' coochie wore out ol' Big Pete so much dat it knocked ma brains out!"

Pete shifted his gaze to Candy's nether region. Her pussy gaped open, a dark, wet hole that was slowly closing as the skin stretched around it began to heal. The edges of her labia clung together, still slick with the mixture of her juices and his thick, creamy seed that oozed out of her. Candy reached down, her fingers sinking into her own slick folds as she collected some of the cum that was leaking out. She giggled as she brought her fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the musky taste off of them. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she savored the flavor. Her other hand cupped her breast, her fingers gently kneading the soft flesh.

Pete slumped down on his side of the mattress, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His mind was reeling, trying to process what had just happened.

He watched as Candy slurped his cum from between her legs, pleasure emanating from her face. A smirk tugged at the corner of Pete's lips. "So, when ya goin' to divorce yo' husband and marry Pete, huh?" he asked, his voice low and sarcastic. "Ya said ya'll do it when I was fuckin' ya like yo' life depen'ed on it. An' now dat I have..." he trailed off, gesturing to his thick, creamy seed that was still leaking out of Candy's gaping pussy.

Candy's eyes widened at Pete's words, a sudden realization dawning on her. She had said those things in the heat of the moment, during the impromptu mating session they had, but she didn't actually mean them. Her body was still buzzing with pleasure, but her mind was starting to clear. Now, the weight of her words hit her like a ton of bricks on her chest. She couldn't deny that Pete had fucked her harder and deeper than anyone else ever had, but that didn't mean she would just walk away from her family.

She pulled her cummy fingers out of her mouth, licking them clean. "Oh God! Big Pete," she said softly, shaking her head. "I... I didn't mean what I said...", she stammered, her cheeks flushing bright red. "I can't... I can't break up my family. You and me, it's just... I was just high & too horny. I wasn't thinking straight. I don't actually think that..." She looked up at Pete pleadingly, her eyes wide and ****. "I can't let my family break up, Big Pete. I love my husband, even if things have been... complicated these last two days."

Pete looked at her conflicted face & laughed out loud, the tension breaking as Candy's words registered. "I know, baby," he said, his voice soft as he laid a kiss on her forehead. "Jus' messin' wid ya. I know ma hog can make bitches say all sorts o' things dey don' mean. It makes 'em go cock crazy." He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the outline of her lips. "But I also know dat ya differen' dan dem. Ya not like dose other bitches. Ya actually give a fuck abou' me, don' ya?" Candy smiled stupidly, confused & not knowing how to respond. She wasn't still sure about her feelings towards Pete. Her eyes closed as she leaned into his touch. "Of course I do, Big Pete," she murmured, not wanting to disappoint the gigantic man who just gave her the orgasm of a lifetime.

Pete’s palm slid down and pressed against Candy’s belly possessively, his fingers splaying over the soft curve where his cum still pooled inside her womb. He tapped twice—a smug, rhythmic pat-pat—and grinned as her breath hitched. "At least I got ta knock ya up. Got ta breed dat white pussy good," he rumbled, thumb swiping through the sticky mess glistening on her skin. "Soon ya’ll be da mama of ma liddle black basta'd".

Candy’s heart lurched, a sharp, electric jolt that sent her pulse hammering in her throat. Her thighs clenched instinctively around the lingering ache inside her pussy, the reality crashing over her like ice water. Candy's breath hitched in her throat, her fingers trembling as they pressed against her belly. The warmth of Pete's seed inside her suddenly felt like a branding iron—too real, too permanent. "No... no, no, no," she whispered, her voice cracking as she scrambled upright, thighs slick with the evidence of their recklessness. "Big Pete, I thought you had a vasectomy like Meat and Bodie!" Her nails dug into his forearm, ****.

Pete's grin widened, his white teeth glinting in the dim light. "A vasectomy!?" he scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "Why da fuck I gonna let some doctors near ma balls? I don' trust dose knife-wielding pussies. Dey jus' wan' ta preven' the niggas from growin' in number. No way I'mma let dem cut me up jus' so I can' knock bitches up anymo'. Fuck dat noise. Ma balls an' ma nut is only for white sluts like ya, who know da real value of it." He leaned in close, his breath hot against Candy's ear. "Besides," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, "I like bein' a daddy. I like knowin' I can give a bitch a baby, knowin' I can put my seed inside her an' grow a black life in her belly. I like even mo' when I dump my seed in a uppity married white gal." His hand slid lower, cupping her mound possessively.

"No, Big Pete!" Candy's voice cracked, panic rising in her throat as she scrambled to sit up, her hands flying to her belly protectively. "No, no, no, no! I can't... I can't have your baby. Big Pete, you have to understand, I have a family. My husband, my son... I can't just ruin it because I got cock crazy and let you knock me up! can't have a black baby, I can't—"

But before she could even finish her sentence, Pete sat up and his large hand yanked her back down onto the bed, pinning her shoulders to the mattress, his hands gripping them tightly. "Ya goin' nowhere, baby," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Ya gonna stay righ' here, in ma bed, wid ma seed inside ya. Ya not gonna run off an' try ta get rid of it. Ya gonna have ma black baby, bitch. Ya gonna be by black baby's mama."

Pete smirked as he loomed over Candy's body, his fingers now pressing against Candy's slick asshole. "Unless... If ya wan' me ta let ya go an' stop ma swimmers from knockin' ya up," he continued, now rubbing his huge cockhead against her tight hole, "den ya bedder give me somethin' in return... the prize dat I won, ya know".

Candy's heart lurched again, as did her gut. She knew exactly what Pete wanted. Her ass. Her tight ass that she tried to keep from him for so long. There's no other option if she wanted to save herself from becoming pregnant with a black child. She had to give up her ass to Pete's 16 inch long & monstrously thick behemoth!

Candy had made her choice, and now she would have to live with it. "Ok, Big Pete," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You... you can have... my tushy. But please, be gentle with me. Your willy was almost too much for my kitty... I'm scared what'll it do to my tushy", she sniffled a bit. Pete chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Scared?" he mused, the head of his now fully erect cock tracing the outline of her tight hole again. "Aww, baby, ya know Pete'll take care of yoa. I'll make yo' tight liddle ass hole feel so good, ya'll forget all about yo' fears."