"Keep going..."

I keep thinking about it

The thought wouldn’t leave me.

Even as Alice rode me in that slow, hypnotic rhythm — her thick thighs spread wide over my hips, her heavy tits swaying with every roll of her body — my mind kept circling back to the same place. The way I’d already emptied myself deep inside her once tonight. The way her tight, cum-slick pussy was still full of me while she took me again. The breeding kink that had been quietly burning since my ex had flared into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous with this girl.

She was still kissing me when I finally spoke again, my voice low and rough against her lips.

“I keep thinking about how I came in you raw,” I murmured. My hands slid up her back, tracing the elegant lines of her tattoo before gripping her waist hard enough to feel the soft give of her flesh. “How I pumped every drop into this perfect pussy while you held my hands on your tits and told me not to stop. I can still feel it — how warm and wet you are inside. My cum’s still in there, leaking out around my cock every time you sink down.”

Alice moaned softly into my mouth, her hips stuttering for a second before she ground down harder, taking me to the hilt. The wet, filthy sound of it filled the tiny caravan. She didn’t shy away from the words. If anything, they seemed to light something in her.

“Keep going,” she whispered, voice shaky with arousal. Her forehead pressed to mine in the dark. “Tell me more while you’re inside me.”

I thrust up to meet her next slow roll, burying myself as deep as I could. “I think about how young you are. Eighteen. Thick in all the right places — these heavy tits, these wide hips, this soft, plush ass. And I just… claimed you. Filled you up without even asking. The thought of breeding you makes me fucking insane. Watching your belly grow. These tits getting even bigger and heavier. Knowing I did that to you. That you’re carrying something of mine.”

Her pussy clenched hard around me at the words. She let out a broken little sound and started riding me faster, her movements losing their earlier control. The bed creaked beneath us. Her heavy breasts bounced against my chest with every drop of her hips.

“Fuck, Chris…” she gasped. “Even though I’m on the rod… the way you say it… like you’d do it anyway…” She laughed breathlessly, but there was heat and something almost shy underneath. “It’s making me so wet. Keep talking. Please.”

I rolled us without warning, pressing her back into the mattress and driving into her with long, deep strokes. Her thick legs wrapped around my waist instantly, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper. I braced myself on one arm and reached between us with the other, rubbing tight circles over her swollen clit while I kept fucking her.

“I want to fill you again,” I growled against her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Want to watch it drip out of you. Want to push it back in with my fingers and make you keep it inside while we sleep. The idea of breeding this tight little body… it’s all I can think about. You’d look so fucking good carrying my load. Soft and glowing and marked.”

Alice’s back arched hard. Her nails raked down my back as she came with a loud, shameless cry that probably carried across the backyard. Her pussy pulsed around me in rhythmic squeezes, milking me, soaking my cock and the sheets beneath us even more. I didn’t stop. I fucked her straight through it, chasing my own release, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together obscene in the dark.

When I came, it was with a guttural groan, hips slamming flush against her thick thighs as I pumped another thick load deep inside her. Pulse after pulse. I stayed buried to the root, grinding through the aftershocks, pushing it as far into her as I could.

We stayed locked together afterward, both of us shaking. My cock twitched inside her with every little aftershock. Her heavy tits rose and fell rapidly against my chest. I could feel my cum leaking out around where we were joined, warm and slick on her skin and mine.

Alice’s hands came up to cradle my face. She pulled me down into a slow, deep kiss that tasted like surrender and something sweeter. When she finally pulled back, her voice was quiet, almost wondering.

“I’ve never let anyone do that before,” she admitted softly. “Cum inside me, I mean. Even with the implant. I always made them pull out or use a condom. But with you… the way you talked about it… the way it felt when you did it the first time… I didn’t want you to stop. I still don’t.”

She shifted slightly beneath me, and I felt another warm trickle of our mixed release slide down between her thick thighs. The confession hung in the air between us — ****, intimate, and charged.

Outside the caravan windows, the world was still pitch black. Inside, the air smelled like sex and sweat and the faint trace of her shampoo. Her body was loose and heavy under mine now, the tension that had been thrumming through her earlier finally easing.

For the first time since we’d started, she looked like she might actually sleep.

I brushed damp hair from her forehead and kissed her there, staying buried inside her, unwilling to pull out just yet.

She let out a soft, contented sigh and nuzzled into my neck.

“Stay tomorrow,” she whispered against my skin. “Don’t go to work. I… I don’t want this to end yet.”

The words settled somewhere deep in my chest.