Eddie's Bunny

All Eddie could think about was spilling his hot seed inside your swelling cunt. The images of your stomach supporting a bump only made his erection more stiff and painful. 

Looking up from the crib, your eyes met Eddies, and you were engulfed in his hunger and deep wanting, but you weren't sure where it came from, not until you got home. 

"Eds," you whined, "you've been staring at me like that since we were in the store. What's going on?"

Eddie approached you from behind, his arms sneaking around your waist and hands resting on your tummy. "Just thinking about a baby being in there." He murmured against your neck, kissing it softly. 

Your eyes widened and you stared at him through the mirror, watching his eyes undress you.

"What?" You tried not to laugh, "Eds, you've never wanted kids."

He kept kissing your neck, each kiss lingering longer than the one before it, "I can always change my mind, and besides," his other hand sneaked up higher and cupped one of your breasts, "You'd look so sexy pregnant."

Your cheeks began to burn as Eddie twirled you around to face him, the two of you just feet away from his bed, and although you were rather surprised by his confession, you couldn't deny the fluttering you could feel in your heat and the dampening of your underwear.

"I would?" You asked softly, feeling him tug at the bottom of your shirt. 

"Mhm," he hummed, leading you closer to his bed. 

Tugging off your shirt, you were encouraged to continue undressing, as long as you kept your bra and panties on; Eddie always liked taking them off himself.

Eddie removed his sleeveless shirt and his belt before eagerly pulling off his jeans and carelessly throwing them across the floor. He pulled you back into his arms, and his lips attacked yours ferociously, his tongue begging you for entrance as you opened your mouth, allowing him to explore.

His hand reached up to the top of your back and his fingers unclipped your bra, Eddie pulled back from the kiss and stared down at your breasts.

"Fuck," he breathed, "can't stop thinking about how full of milk your tits are going to get."

"You really want to do that?" you asked, you lip quivering, "Get me pregnant?"

Eddie stopped cupping your breast and pointed his index finger into you, slowly dragging it from your breastbone and down your tummy, "I can't stop thinking about it," he growled, his finger now dragging lower to where your swollen clit started to peek through your underwear.

"Just imagine it," he stroked at your nub, "with your bump, everyone would know that I fuck you and how well you take it." 

Eddie pulled your underwear down, and they naturally slid down your legs, falling around your feet on his floor.

"Being pregnant with your baby..." you murmured, "I'd be tied to you forever, then, wouldn't I?" 

He chuckled, and a wide grin spread across his face, "That's right, and I do it again, over and over." 

Eddie began to stroke your clit as he pulled you into the bed, ensuring that your back was against the mattress, not his. His soft lips attacked your neck again, biting and sucking lightly. 

"Claiming you from the inside," he growled, "is much more powerful than a mark on your neck." 

The pads of his fingers slipped lower, exploring your glistening and slick folds, your excitement spilling with each word and touch of his. You couldn't control yourself; each word felt like a promise, rather than a dominating and lustful threat.

"You want me to knock you up so bad, don't you?" He growled again, his index finger now teasingly poking into your entrance.

You couldn't stop the soft moans from slipping, your head slightly pushing further into his mattress, "Y-Yes, Eddie, I do. I want you to, so bad."

"Oh yeah?" He teases you, tilting his head, "Lift your legs for me, sweetheart."

You did as you were told and raised your legs in the air, Eddie gripped your waist and crawled closer to you. He leaned over your body and placed your legs on his shoulders. His other hand bunched around the base of his dick, rubbing the streak of his spit against his shaft and over his pink, spongy head that was hovering in front of the entrance to your tight cunt.

"Tell me what you want." 

"I want you to get me pregnant, Eds. I want you to cum deep inside of me, please."

Eddie pushed himself inside of you, his larger length making you gasp as your walls stretched and strangled him. He didn't waste time, he never did, and he bucked his hips into you, each thrust more powerful than the one before, going deeper and deeper inside of you, his tip skimming your cervix.

The room became a constant mix of your angelic moans, Eddie's low and primal groans, and the squeaking of his mattress as the bed rocked. He stared down, watching the way his dick would glide effortlessly in and out of your cunt, completely disappearing before reappearing again.

"You're taking me so well," he grunted, "can't imagine how much more sensitive you'll be to my big dick when you're pregnant. Ah, fuck!"

Your lips were pursed together and your cheeks were flushing as the feeling and sight of him taking you all for himself, "J-Just imagine how I'll look when you have me on all fours, with a rounder stomach."

Eddie began thrusting faster, his bucks more wild, his hand began to fall into his face and got in the way of his eyes. He blew his frizzy strands of hair out of his face and squeezed your legs, leaving a trail of kisses down them as he leaned over you just a little more, his dick reaching deeper until it couldn't go any further inside you.

"Ah, Eds! You're all in there," you whimpered, "I can't fit any more of you in."

Eddie's head lolled back and he groaned, "Fuck I just want to cum, need to get you pregnant. Need to fill you with my fucking cum."

His dirty talk only made the fluttering worse and your slickness intensified. The more you thought about him cumming inside of you and the risk of falling pregnant, the more you wanted it, craved it.

Your gummy walls were becoming more sensitive and delicate and the familiar pressure began to build inside your lower stomach. 

"Eds, I'm getting close," you whimpered again, "all this talk is getting me excited."

Eddie snapped his head up at you, "Talk, huh? You think this is all talk?"

"I..."

"I mean every fucking word," Eddie cut you off, "I'm going to come so deep inside of you, Ah - get you pregnant so you can't leave, and watch your body change."

The pressure kept building and building. 

"Like my stomach getting bigger, rounder?" You added, your legs starting to twitch, "My cunt getting more swollen? Tits filling up with milk?"

Eddie's face started flushing and his jaw clenched, eyebrows pulling together as beads of sweat broke out across his forehead. 

"I want it, Eds," you moaned, "all of it, fuck!" 

The pressure reached it's peak, and you were uncontrollable with the outburst, your cum oozing down Eddie's length, pooling around the base of his dick. Your legs were shaking, practically vibrating as Eddie began to twitch inside of you. 

"That's it," you encouraged him, "Go on, cum inside of me like you said you would."

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie let out a strangled moan, his thick ropes shooting deep inside of you as he buried his entire self as deep as he could reach, his sweaty forehead pressing against yours.

"I'm getting you pregnant," He panted, "I'm cumming so... deep inside of you." 

You brought a hand up to cup Eddie's face, smiling softly at him. "Everyone is going to know just how good you fuck me."

Eddie grinned and couldn't stop himself from lightly laughing, "and how well you take it." 

You started to wriggle but Eddie shook his head, continuing to press you into him, "No, not yet," he said softly, "I can't pull out too soon... and you need to keep your legs up." 

Your heart began to flutter out of excitement, "Eds..."

"Hm?"

"I think we'll have to buy that crib I was looking at, the wooden one."