Don't stop

We didn’t stop.

Alice started riding me again — slow, deep rolls of her hips while I stayed buried inside her. My hands rested on her thick thighs as she moved.

She kept talking while she fucked me.

“I’ve been putting off getting the rod changed for months,” she admitted, voice breathy. “I knew it was getting close to expiring, but I kept telling myself I’d deal with it later. Then you showed up and we just… didn’t stop.”

I groaned as she sank down fully onto me.

“Every time you’ve cum in me,” she continued, “I’ve thought about it. Especially after you told me about your breeding kink. It turns me on more than it probably should.”

She leaned forward, hands on my chest, and kept riding me while she looked me in the eye.

“But I meant what I said. If something happens… if I actually get pregnant… you don’t get to ghost me. I’m not doing this alone.”

I gripped her hips tighter and thrust up into her.

“I’m not going anywhere if that happens,” I said, voice rough. “I meant it when I said I’m enjoying this. All of it.”

She moaned and rode me faster.

We kept talking while we fucked — about the risk, about how many times I’d already filled her up, about what we would actually do if the worst (or best, depending how you looked at it) happened. It was filthy and serious at the same time.

Eventually she leaned down and kissed me hard.

“You have to go home in the morning, don’t you?” she asked against my lips.

I nodded.

“Yeah. I do.”

She didn’t stop moving on my cock.

“Then we’d better make the most of tonight.”