Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) (6 page)

Consequences be damned! I sucked like my
life depended on it. Because in many ways it did.

My palm gently massaged his balls. His
excitement went up a new level, and soon he dove into me, making
quicker, shallower strokes.

That's it. Enjoy this taste, sir. But please
don't come yet!

I wanted him to save his seed for a
different place – the silky chamber inside me where magical things
could happen. It was my one sure shot at binding us together
forever.

Just as his groans shifted from tense to
uncontrollable, I lifted my lips. I smoothed his sultry length one
last time, loving how his size, his heat, felt in my slick
palm.

“
Why are you stopping?” He
growled.

“
You deserve something
better than this today, Mr. Langern. Or don't you want another
taste of my tighter, wetter place? The place you ravished last
time...”

My hand wandered to my new panties. In just
minutes, they'd become sopping wet.

He stared at the moist
stain beneath my fingers. Kicking off the rest of his clothes, he
approached, engulfing me in his chest.

Mr. Langern's chest pressed against me as he
worked away my bra, edging me to the end of the huge bed. I leaped
into his arms, bending my arms and legs around his torso.

“
So, you like me flooding
you?” His voice was low, simmering in my ear. Goosebumps burbled up
my skin from the heat.

“
Yes!” I hissed, rubbing
my panties against his naked shaft, oozing my wetness onto his
slick cock.

“
Good. Because I like it
too, little Kaylee. I live for it.” He kissed my neck hard,
hovering to dig his teeth into my flesh. “Life is all about risks,
but there's no uncertainty the longer we do this.”

“
Huh?” Maybe it was his
love bite or the scratchy heat of his stubble scrambling my
senses.

“
Make no mistake –
I
will
get you
pregnant.” He lowered us to the bed, never taking his bulge off me.
Swiftly, he hooked his fingers through my waistband.

“
The more you beg me to
shoot off inside you, the closer you come to belonging to me. Is
this what you really want? To have your precious cunt, your blood,
the rest of your life marked by me
forever?
”

I moaned. He shook me, and I saw a severity
in his expression I'd never seen anywhere outside drama films.

“
Yes, yes, yes, Mr.
Langern! Make me have your baby. I want you to fuck your seed deep,
and I'll soak up every drop. I promise.”

He pulled me tight and we rolled together.
His hands ripped at my panties, casting them away from my flesh,
leaving us bare together except for the stockings I wore.

I sat on top of him, mere inches from his
wonderful cock. Mr. Langern squeezed my wrists and pulled them to
his chest, flattening them against his muscular torso.

Grounded, I lifted myself up, positioning my
hips just right to take every inch of his glory.

Slowly, I sank down. My walls stretched and
feverish agony began its pleasurable meltdown in my brain. He slid
deeper, slower, anchoring me in the deeply erotic moment. A little
too slowly.

His flat palm caught my right ass cheek. I
heard a sharp whip before I felt the sting, bringing me back to
reality.

“
Wake up and ride me,
little Kaylee. There'll be time for savoring and softness later.
Much later.” He licked his lips, showing me his large neat
teeth.

My lust surged. I mimicked his expression
and started rocking my hips, helped along by his fingers clasped
tight against my buttocks.

I never thought being on
top of him would make such a difference, but it did. From here, I
could feel
more
of him.

I took his strokes deep, my flesh an eager
canvass for his skilled flourish. Every angle and vein along his
erection made itself known, but most of all the heat.

The heat!

He started to move with me, spiking upward
until he hit the edge of my womb. I moaned, relishing the steaming
blood pooling in my extremities.

My nipples hummed as loudly as my fingers
and toes. My clit ground into his flesh every time I went low,
seeking the friction to set itself on fire.

Our speed increased and so did my fervor. My
thighs shook as I lifted off him, plunging back down, entranced by
our own little world of fucking and breeding behind burgundy
curtains as dark as a desert night.

His hand lashed at my ass again. I squealed,
pleasure and blood red sparks screaming in my flesh.

The big old bed frame began to creak. For a
second, I imagined it as the same one he fucked his wife in, the
late Mrs. Langern.

The thought made me jealous. I lifted my
hips, throwing my body weight against him, breasts swinging like
ripe pendulums.

Get out of here. All the old memories he
had, all the old things you once knew. We're building something new
together, and no demons from the past are going to interfere!

Not even the ghost of his wife. I'm in his
bed now, and that's all that matters.

My orgasm started as a
ripple, but quickly became a mind shredding surge. In one thrust,
he stole my reason for good, lost in a blast of sucking fire and
shaking clitoris.

I grunted. I panted. I came like there
wasn't any tomorrow.

And it was all true, all justified – all
because I knew the morning would bring something totally different
from anything I'd ever known.

His hips thrashed upward. His fingers sank
deep into my flesh, ramming my little ass forward onto him,
repeatedly catapulting me against his phallic cliffs.

Pleasure chorused inside my head. Hot,
rampant, impossible ecstasy.

I understood it then. Mr. Langern wasn't
just fucking to get his rocks off – he'd taken me as a living
detour, uncorrupted clay to mold himself upon.

My calves squeezed against his torso. I
wanted to milk him, spiritually and physically, drawing him into me
until I was totally full of him, bathing every atom.

The feeling was just starting to come back
into my limbs when he lurched beneath me. I lifted high, feeling
his hands grab great fistfuls of my ass, and his dull groan became
a full on earthquake.

My teeth chattered as I fell back down. Mr.
Langern's hips swung up, burying his huge cock inside me.

The tip swelled and split like a burning
rod. Fire leaped into me, erupting in my depths.

Everything inside me went berserk, closer
than ever to getting what the flesh craved most. A second orgasm
tore through me in an instant, hard and sharp as diamond.

Beneath me, he kept sputtering his pleasure,
heaving his sea of flames inside me. I burned then, straight to
ashes, a twitching muscle mass unable to do anything but feel his
gift, loving every morsel.

He stayed rooted inside me long after we
could breathe and look at one another again. Mr. Langern's eyes
were darker, wise with the sinful realization of what we'd
done.

“
It isn't over yet,” he
whispered, gently urging me away from him.

I instantly felt the deep, red trenches his
fingers had left on my ass. Without his rough touch, the emptiness
caresses me anew, stirring my endless hunger yet again.

“
Lower those pretty little
lips and start sucking me.” He smiled as my startled gaze met his.
“You're mine all night, little Kaylee. If I haven't knocked you up
by morning, then I don't deserve you.”

Those words were like casting a spell. Time
splintered, oozed, fell apart into a carnal morass of sticky
pleasure.

I licked his cock fast, tasting our combined
sweetness. Then Mr. Langern rolled me onto my stomach, driving into
me, lifting my legs up to his sides.

Riding above and below him had been
heavenly. But now, being mounted, filled from behind, offered
nothing less than sweet nirvana.

He fucked me fast and hard, a man focused on
his labors and enjoying them to their fullest. He came faster this
time, dragging me into the maelstrom with him.

If this kept up, I'd be drained and sore in
hours. But I'd weather it all for him. For this man, I'd do
anything, no matter how depraved or crazy, just as long as he gave
me his feral rewards.

Our acrobatics continued past late evening,
far into the dark of night. Sex with him became a performance art,
a demanding full body salute that wracked my muscles from head to
toe.

I couldn't count the times I lifted, coiled,
and clenched my arms and legs. Riding him, spreading wide, throwing
my calves over his shoulders, bucking backward into his hips as he
jerked my hair and crashed into me...

The only thing more uncertain was how many
times I came. Each orgasm was hotter than the last.

By dawn, my thighs jerked erratically
whenever I found release. Mr. Langern dumped himself inside me one
last time, his balls down to their last gasps. Even so, I clenched
my slick flesh around him.

Every drop of sperm was worth fighting
for.

We collapsed next to each other, breathless
and utterly spent. Before drifting off, I remember laying my small
hand in his, laying my ear on his chest and listening to the slow,
comforting pulse of his heart.

“
Will you ever let me call
you Simon?” I asked softly, referencing his given name for the
first time in my life and turning my cheek to meet his eyes. God,
his skin felt good, more plushly comfortable than the finest
pillow.

“
We'll stick with Mr.
Langern. Sir's plenty nice too.” His free hand dabbed sweat from my
brow and meandered through my hair.

“
Why?”

His eyebrows quirked in surprise, as if the
answer should've been obvious.

“
Because this relationship
is built on obedience. You walked into my storm freely, little
Kaylee. I'll master your sweet womb while you reign over my heart.
Most importantly, we respect each other. And nothing says respect
like hearing the title that reminds me why I love you like my own
daughter.”

I smiled, unable to process any lengthier
explanation. Before he stopped talking, I was already fast
asleep.

Was I making a terrible mistake? Was I
absolutely out of my fucking mind?

The small plastic strip in
my fingers read positive, but it answered all my doubts with a
resounding
No.

It was mid-August, the beginning of the end
for summer. Also, I realized, the first day of the rest of my
life.

I'd been returning to Mr. Langern at least
once a week for our nighttime liaisons. Now, the inevitable fruits
of our labors stared me in the face, concentrated in a filmy pink
plus sign surrounded in plastic.

Until I saw this proof of my pregnancy, I
never truly felt like I'd left my virginity behind. But seeing it
confirmed everything – the violent shift in trajectory caused by
this man, this wizened master who'd turned my aimless dreams into
jewels.

College, jobs, the whole rotten rat
race...those were never my dreams. They were the desires of
everyone else, carefully installed into my head by my well meaning
parents, teachers, and friends.

As I crushed the pregnancy test deep into
the waste bin and washed up, I smiled at my reflection in the
mirror.

Who's this girl looking back at you? And how
did she get a face like that, ready to take on the whole damned
world?

Little Kaylee wasn't so little anymore. And
she certainly wouldn't be in a few months, when everybody would see
Mr. Langern's seed stretching my fertile belly.

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling more
refreshed and confident than I ever had in eighteen years. I'd tell
him the good news soon, but first I had to make a clean break for a
truly fresh start.

“
What the hell do you mean
you're not going? You can't expect us to keep you up here while you
fart off like a child!”

Dad pounded his fists on the kitchen table.
Mom wrinkled her face and scooted closer to him, wrapping her slim
fingers around his shoulders.

My face twitched once, holding my stoic mask
in place. It didn't feel good to upset my parents, but the journeys
that matter most are never easy.

“
I don't want you to do
anything for me, Dad. I've got my whole life ahead of me. I wasn't
sure where I was going at the start of summer, just after I'd
graduated, but now...I'm so grateful to be young and alive. My
future's going to be very different. It's going to be
exactly
what I want it
to be.”

“
And what's that?” His red
face furrowed and he crossed his arms. It was easy to see where I'd
inherited my old tendency to blush.

“
You'll find out in a few
more weeks. I promise you, it's nothing crazy or illegal.”
Well,
crazy
might
be a lie.

As soon as you tell them all of it, brace
for impact. They won't take it lightly – nor should they. They
won't understand anything until they see their beautiful grand
baby.

“
Kaylee, either tell us
what's going on or get out!” Mom snapped. “Your father's been
running himself ragged trying to get everything arranged for your
school year. And now you drop this steaming pile of – ungrateful
insanity right in our laps?”

I suppressed a smile. Mom never swore, not
even when she was pissed beyond belief.

“
I love you both, but
you'll have to trust me on this.” I stood, carefully pushing my
chair in. I had a feeling it would be the last time I sat at our
dinner table for quite awhile. “I'll give you two some time to cool
off while I go out.”