Finding A New Purpose Chapter 3

"Maybe," He grunted. "Maybe if I fuck you enough, you just might," He was struggling to speak, lost in the passion of seducing my very core and ramming himself into my loose hole. "My child might grow right here inside you." His powerful hands started rubbing my tummy as if there were a wonderful treasure hidden within my body.

"I want you," I said, catching my breath from my monumental exertion. "I want you to come deep inside me. That's what I want to do for you." He clutched my hips, digging his fingers in harshly as he shook, crushing his cock into my hole. I tried to clench for him but there was nothing left in me, but he knew he didn't need it. With each spasm, he pushed as far as he could, coating my insides, pretending he was giving me his child. Mike groaned, his voice cracking from the strength of the moment.

His body slumped over mine, glistening with sweat. We were both panting uncontrollably, trying to recover even the slightest bit of coherence. I brought my face close to his ear. "I've never felt that good before. I won't ever come like that again without your big, hard cock inside of me."

"The way it should be," Mike replied. He was still hard inside me, and he decided to carry me off to his bedroom. The dishes would wait until morning.