We knew it would be risky to meet. We’d chatted for months about our desires, our interests, and our attraction to each other. But more than that, we’d shared our breeding kink, and a promise - that no matter what, when we fucked, I’d finish inside you.
As we kissed deeply, I pushed my bare cock inside you. For a moment, you felt worried. You worried, thinking that maybe I should pull out, even after all our talk about breeding when we met. You knew it was a big step, and there would be no turning back, especially since you weren’t on birth control, and you were ovulating. But you wanted me to fuck you, you wanted to feel me fill you, and you knew that neither of us wanted to use a condom.
Then I thrust into you, hard, and all that was thrown away. The only thing on your mind was the feeling of being so wonderfully filled by cock.
You were lost in pleasure in that moment. All your worries and concerns were washed away by the feeling of me inside you, bare, skin against skin. Nothing mattered other than that amazing sensation. You could only sigh in pleasure and satisfaction as I thrust into you over and over again, gasping as my cock filled you. You subconsciously pulled me deeper, opening up, knowing that you would only truly be satisfied if you felt my seed flood into you.
I told you I was getting close, but it didn’t mean anything to you any more. All you heard was the possibility of more, of feeling me inside you, and you gasped in delight. You were moaning and writhing underneath me, lost in pleasure and the the need to take my seed, to feel my essence fill your womb. Without knowing it consciously, you had locked your legs around me, and were gripping me tightly, pulling me in, and begging for me to go deeper.
I bottomed out in you, pushing my cockhead deep inside you, pulsing, throbbing, and releasing my load deep inside you, filling your cervix with my seed. The feeling of my cum flooding your fertile womb pushed you over the edge, and you came, hard, on my throbbing cock.
As you came down from the high of orgasm, you felt more satisfied than you ever had.
Your pleasure-soaked mind was filled with the knowledge that we’d crossed that line, that we would never go back, branded on your mind, body, and soul. It didn’t matter what the consequences were any more. The only that that mattered was you and me. Things would never be the same between us, because we were going to keep fucking unprotected from then on.
