The first time I came inside you, you felt panicked for a moment, before you came and the cold spike of fear was replaced with the warm feeling of orgasm. The feeling of my seed splashing against your cervix, as you realize the risk and that your belly might swell with a baby, was worth it.
And it wasn’t just that one time, afterward. You began to crave that feeling of bare sex, of skin against skin, of my seed inside you. I filled you with cum over and over again after that. You didn’t understand it at first, you were disappointed by the thought of sex with a condom on, then confused at your disappointment.
And each time I came inside you, you climax like you’ve never climaxed before, feeling fulfilled.
Then, you’re ovulating, and as I tease your pussy with the tip of my condom, all you can think through the haze of lust and pleasure is that you need my cock in you, you need my seed in you.
I push you down onto the couch, and shove my bare cock in your fertile pussy all the way to the hilt. I fuck you until you beg for my seed in your fertile womb, your legs wrapping around me. As I shoot ropes of cum into you, you climax and you see stars. This feeling is what you need, more than anything. This is what you were made for. You are a hole for me to use. To be fucked and used and filled with cum.
You admit it, and you love it.
