you’re my people.

her dark blonde hair spills messily over her broad shoulders when she shifts her gaze lower, to where your bodies meet. and you notice the way her eyes glaze over in unabashed want as she watches her cock continue to disappear inside you. and despite her teasing words, it’s obvious that she’s just as wrecked as you.

“shit,” she grits out, the creamy ring around the base of the shaft thickening with each thrust of her hips. “taking me so well aren’t you, baby?”

you feel fuzzy—blissed out and well past the point of stringing together a coherent sentence. so all you can do is nod around a high-pitched moan when the tip of her strap continues to bump against that sensitive spot inside you. abby mirrors your moans as her head dips to the curve of your shoulder, the grinding base of the strap-on catching against her swollen clit in just the right way.

and god, she’s babbling now, plump lips spewing utter filth into your skin as she mouths over the hallow of your throat. abby suddenly releases her hold on you, slipping a hand between your sweaty bodies to circle over your puffy clit with her fingers. you gasp loudly, your walls tightening around the silicone shaft as your hands fly up to grip onto her shoulders—back arching and breasts flush against hers.

“I wanna fill you up,” she all but whines, her teeth nipping at your overheated skin. “fuck a baby into you.”

and it takes you a second to process what she just said.

“what?” you pant, brows knitting together.

abby instantly stills above you, muscles pulling taught. and for a heartbeat she doesn’t answer, just releases a shaky breath before easing back onto her knees. a look of panic flicks across her flushed face as she meets your gaze, clearly worried that she killed the mood with her clumsy mouth.

“dammit…” she whispers, running a hand through her hair. “just forget I said—”

but you don’t give her a chance to finish that thought as you curl your fingers into the straps of the harness attached to her hips and greedily tug her back on top of you. abby curses softly, bracing her palms on either side of your head as to not crush you beneath her. and you have to bite back the moan bubbling within your chest when the movement forces her cock even deeper inside you.

“so,” you murmur, still a little breathless as you lean in, your lips grazing the shell of her ear and you relish in the shiver it earns you. “you gonna make me a mommy then, baby?”