Inside

Emily’s body trembled against the counter, still shuddering from the orgasm he’d wrung out of her. Her clit ached under his unrelenting thumb, every rub dragging sparks of oversensitivity through her belly, making her sob and squirm even as his cock kept driving in deep.

“God, you’re perfect,” Michael groaned, hips slamming harder, faster, his chest pressed to her back. “So fucking tight. Clit’s swollen, pussy’s dripping—you were made for this.”

Emily shook her head weakly, her nails scraping at the porcelain as if she could dig her way out. “Please, don’t—don’t finish inside me—”

Her plea only made his breath hitch hotter. His thrusts grew ragged, sloppy with urgency, his cock throbbing as it hammered into her clenching walls. His thumb bore down harder on her clit, forcing her body to jerk with each rough circle, her thighs twitching uncontrollably.

Then his mouth found her ear. His voice came low, dark, possessive:

“I’ll make you a mommy again.”

Emily froze, her stomach dropping. The words hit deeper than his cock, cutting through every nerve with icy clarity.

He slammed deep, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbbed violently. Hot spurts of cum flooded into her womb, filling her in thick waves.

Emily’s eyes flew wide, horror clawing up her throat. He wasn’t just finishing inside her—he meant it. The timing, her cycle, everything—her mind flashed with cold, brutal possibility. She could get pregnant. The thought seared through her even as her body betrayed her again, her pussy clenching around his pulsing cock, milking every drop as if to seal the threat into her.

Michael groaned into her ear, voice thick with triumph. “Yeah… take it. My cum’s in you now. Might knock you up, MILF.”

Her tears spilled hot down her cheeks, her face pressed to the counter, shame and fear twisting tighter than the sticky warmth seeping out around his cock and down her thighs.

Michael’s cock stayed buried deep, hot and swollen, his cum still dripping thickly inside her. His hand pressed firm against her lower belly, pinning her to the counter while his hips rolled slow and heavy, grinding every drop deeper into her trembling pussy.

Emily whimpered, weakly shaking her head. “Please… no more…”

But Michael’s other hand slid back down, cruelly familiar, fingers finding her clit again. He circled it hard and fast, the swollen nub raw and oversensitive, sending lightning bolts through her already wrecked body.

She cried out, hips jerking helplessly against him. “N-no—don’t—”

Michael groaned in her ear, his breath ragged. “Yes. You’re gonna cum again. You’re gonna squeeze all my seed deeper, make sure it takes.”

Her nails clawed at the porcelain, leaving shallow scrapes as her body betrayed her again. His cock ground against her deepest spot, thick and unyielding, while his thumb rubbed merciless circles over her clit. Every nerve screamed, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged sobs.

She tried to fight it, to clamp her legs together, to hold back the tide—but it was useless. Her body was too raw, too overworked, too sensitive. The orgasm hit her like a wave, violent and humiliating, ripping a loud, broken moan from her throat.

Her pussy spasmed hard around him, clenching and milking his cock in rhythmic pulses, drawing his cum deeper with every twitch.

Michael groaned in triumph, holding her hips tight against his, grinding through her unwilling climax. “Fuck, that’s it. Cum on me. Milk it all in. You feel that? You’re taking my baby.”

Emily collapsed against the counter, her whole body shaking with the aftershocks, tears hot on her cheeks. Her pussy still quivered around him, filled with the heat of his seed, her clit throbbing painfully under his touch.

He didn’t let go of her belly, keeping her pinned, making her feel every twitch inside her womb where his cum now pooled.