you'll treat me well, won't you?

We can do it. We can make a baby. I want you to become pregnant from me. Stay close with me as it happens. We're doing this. This is real. It's happening.

You're vulnerable and it's okay. I am too. Are you ready for this? Just nod if you are. You don't have to say anything. We're doing this together.

Share your fear and your pleasure with me. Show me your arousal as we make a baby. Wrap your legs around me. Hold me in. I'm not going anywhere, don't worry. I'm here inside you.

I'll stay inside you. I'll hold it in. This will work. We can stay like this for as long as you like.

"why?" you manage from between his fingers

Asking him, “How’s this?” Every inch I sink into his tight hole. I made sure to stretch him, but there’s not much you can do when it’s his first time. He whines and squirms in pleasure, and I don’t even punish him for not replying with his words.

“Does this feel good?” I ask when I finally bottom out. He nods furiously and mumbles something I can’t catch.

“I’m so big inside you, aren’t I?” I gently grab his thigh, pushing it up, making me sink into him some more. He cries out and moans, nails digging into my skin. “Does this feel good?” I start moving, looking at his face and smiling when he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look at me.

“I bet you can feel it in your cervix, can you?” I try to aim for that spot inside of him. We’re so close that his cock rubs against my lower stomach. I point at the small bulge that keeps appearing every time I thrust into him. “Here, can you feel it? Does it feel good? You can’t even talk- is that how good it feels?”

I don’t even realize he’s crying until he lets out a sob, and I gently coo at him.

“Oh baby, shh,” I lean towards him, sinking deeper into him without my intention. He arches his back into it, and I gently grab his face, trying to wipe away the tears, kissing them away. “It’s okay puppy, feels so good, huh? Look at you.”

I gently put my hand around his throat, hand brushing through his hair before pulling to get his attention. His pathetic, beautiful teary eyes looking up at me.