I slammed deep one last time, hips grinding against her, cock throbbing inside her tight, pregnant pussy. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Breed this pussy again. Take my cum—feel it flood you."
She moaned, legs locking around my waist. "Yes—cum inside me—breed me—give me your baby again—"
I came with a roar, cock pulsing hard, thick ropes shooting deep, flooding her until it leaked out around me. I thrust again, again, grinding, emptying every drop while she whimpered and trembled beneath me, pussy milking me dry.
I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, sweat-slick and spent.
"Never run again," I whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Never," she promised, curling into me.
But I wasn't done.
"Here," I said, voice rough. "Come here."
I pulled out slowly, cum dripping from her swollen pussy. I grabbed her legs, flipped her around so her head dangled off the edge of the bed, throat exposed. I stood on the floor, cock level with her mouth.
"Open," I ordered.
