You need this as much as I do

We hadn’t planned to fuck tonight, because you’re ovulating, and it’s your most fertile day. You know I don’t use condoms and I don’t pull out, so if we fuck I’m going to be filling you with my cum. You’re always horny when you’re fertile, so you’re trying to be careful. To be safe, you’ve been avoiding me all day, so as not to be tempted. You’re so horny, though, you can’t help but think about how good it would feel, even though you know you shouldn’t. After a glass of wine, though, you can’t help but think, well, what’s the risk in just kissing and teasing me a bit?

As you feel my lips against yours and my hands caressing your body, you begin to forget all that. You’re so wet, so weak, and you know you would do anything for me to ravish you. You reach down and stroke my cock, feeling it stiffen, and start thinking about how good it would feel inside you. You’re dripping with anticipation, and my roving hands and the feeling of our bodies pressed together seem more important than anything else. You know you shouldn’t be taking my bare cock inside you, but you are having trouble remembering why.

You don’t resist as I lead you back to the room and throw you down onto the bed. You moan softly in anticipation, and begin to touch yourself. I can tell you’re wet and you need me. I smile, getting even harder as I know it’s your most fertile day.

As you lie squirming on the bed, I lick you, finger you, and make your body writhe with pleasure. Soon all thoughts of risk have left your mind, and all you can think about is your own pleasure. I kiss you, deeply, rubbing the head of my cock against the entrance to your pussy. One last step.

“Beg for me,” I command.

“I need you now,” you beg, whimpering and pushing your hips up against me, trying to get my cock in you. “please, daddy.”

As you beg, I smile, and I push your legs apart, lifting them up. All I want is to dominate you, to fill you, to feel the perfect feeling of your pussy. I push my cock against the entrance to your pussy, rubbing you and teasing you again, feeling how wet you are. Your moan softly in need and desire. I slide in a little bit, and you instinctively arch your back, pushing your hips against me, barely able to speak other than to man in pleasure. Your brain is shut off, and all you can think about is how good it will feel to drain me.

I slide all the way in, filling you and feeling your tight wet pussy contract around me, ravishing you, using your body. The pleasure and pain hits you in waves. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you think, what your concerns or world-weary stresses are now. Right now, all you feel is the amazing feeling of my throbbing, hard cock filling your tight, wet cunt. You moan in surprise as my cock thrusts deep inside you, stirring up your insides, making you feel so wonderfully full and satisfied and happy.

I pull back and thrust over and over again, feeling you contract and writhe on my cock, your body convulsing with each thrust, each shock of pleasure going straight to your brain as ecstasy wracks you, the feeling of my bare cock inside you driving you mad. I use you roughly, harshly, feeling every thrust causing you to clench on me and cry out in pleasure. Feeling your pussy contract around my hard cock, so wet and tight and hot, drives me into an animalistic state, and I fuck you with abandon, shoving all the way in over and over again, hilting myself inside you.

I can feel you getting even wetter, and you know that this is where you belong. Impaled on my cock, feeling me rearrange your insides as I jackhammer into you over and over again. I feel my orgasm coming, but I’m not going to pull out. As I push the head of my cock against your cervix, it feels so good to just use you, to dominate you, to take advantage of you for my pleasure, and nothing would make me feel better than making you take all of my cum.

It’s risky, you’re ovulating, and we both know it, but it doesn’t matter to each of us. You try to open your mouth to say something, to beg me to pull out, but all you can find yourself doing is groaning and begging me to cum inside you. Your entire body is on fire, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through you as I thrust into you over and over again.

If this turns you on, we can be friends 🤣😍

I want you pregnant so often you lose all sense of time, in fact.

Is it warm out? Is it cold out? What season is it? You don't know.

You just know that at certain times of the year your belly is full, and that at other (rare) times it's empty.

You won't need a calendar when you have a womb. You won't need a brain, either.

I'll be your brain. I'll do the thinking. I'll do the work, I'll get the groceries, I'll manage the finances, I'll make sure your clothes go to Goodwill since you won't be needing them anymore in your new life as my breeding stock.

You just stay dumb, pregnant, worshipful, and perfect. Crave me, I'm your human Fentanyl. And I'll swirl through your bloodstream like my seed swims toward the next fertile egg in your womb, whittling away the excess until all that remains of you is what's essential.

You are a baby factory. You exist to make babies.