No More Kids

Claire bit her lip, eyes dark, and reached down to wrap her fingers around Phil’s cock again. She gave him one slow stroke, then leaned in close so her mouth brushed his ear.

“I don’t want you in my pussy tonight.”

Phil’s breath caught.

Claire sat back just enough to look him in the eye. Her voice stayed low and certain. “I’m done worrying about timing and cycles and whether we’re being careful. No more babies, Phil. I want you in my ass. Deep. Filthy. I want to feel you stretch me open and fill me up where it won’t matter.”

She didn’t wait for him to answer. Claire climbed off his lap, turned around on the couch, and shoved her skirt the rest of the way up. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her soaked panties and dragged them down her thighs, leaving them stretched between her knees. Then she planted her hands on the back of the couch, arched her back, and presented herself - ass up, cunt still glistening from how turned on she already was.

Phil stared for a second, cock throbbing hard against his stomach. Then he was moving. He shoved his jeans lower, spit into his palm, and rubbed it over the head of his cock before dragging it down the cleft of her ass. Claire pushed back against him immediately.

“Don’t tease,” she said, voice already rough. “Get me wet and put it in.”

Phil spat again, this time letting it land right on her tight hole. He spread it with his thumb, pressing the tip inside just enough to feel her clench. Claire moaned and pushed back harder, trying to take more. He worked his thumb in and out a few times, then replaced it with two fingers, scissoring her open while his other hand reached around to rub tight circles over her clit.

Claire’s head dropped between her arms. “Fuck, yes. More. I want it to hurt a little when you push in.”

Phil pulled his fingers free, lined his cock up, and pressed the thick head against her hole. He pushed. Claire’s breath left her in a sharp, broken sound as the head popped inside. He kept going - slow, relentless - watching her ass stretch around every inch until he was buried to the hilt, balls pressed against her.

“Jesus, Claire - ”

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Fuck my ass. Hard.”

Phil gripped her hips and started thrusting. The couch creaked under them. Every stroke was deep and filthy, the wet sound of his cock working in and out of her tight hole filling the quiet living room. Claire pushed back to meet him, taking him to the root every time, moaning louder whenever he bottomed out.

He spat down onto the place where they were joined and watched it drip around his shaft. One hand stayed on her hip; the other reached around again to rub her clit in rough, fast circles. Claire’s thighs started to shake.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Phil growled, slamming into her harder. “Taking my cock in your ass like a greedy slut. This is what you wanted? To get bent over and ruined so you can’t get pregnant?”

“Yes, fuck, yes…” Claire’s voice cracked. “Fill me. Come in my ass, Phil. I want it dripping out of me.”

He gave it to her exactly like that - deep, punishing strokes that forced wet, filthy sounds out of her with every thrust. Claire came first, crying out as her ass clenched hard around him in rhythmic pulses. The extra tightness dragged Phil right over the edge. He buried himself as deep as he could and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her ass while she kept shaking under him.

He stayed inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, feeling his own cum already starting to leak out around his cock every time either of them moved. When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of it followed, running down over her empty cunt and dripping onto the couch cushion.

Claire stayed arched over the back of the couch, ass still open and messy, looking back at him over her shoulder with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Again,” she said simply. “I want it again before I can even tighten back up.”