Secret Desire - Jordan Silver Page 0,2

angle. That’s why I’m going to plant my son in her and keep her hitched to my side.

I feel no guilt at the fact that I plan to breed her often to tie her down, women have been doing that shit to men for centuries, the difference is that I’ve told her in no uncertain terms that that’s what I plan to do to her: no subterfuge, no gimmicks, just the straight-up truth.

She knows I’d intentionally made her a slave to my cock, that I’d worked her, used her own lust against her until now she’s as addicted to me as I am her. Some days I keep her at fever pitch, not giving her what she wants to feed the need, only to take her just when she’s at breaking point later that night.

“I’m going to cum inside you all night. I’m not stopping until my son is on you.” Her pussy clenched at my words, and I kept giving them to her, knowing how her mind works. That the angel of the morning is a wanton at night, or anytime I put her beneath me.

I know too how jealous she is that someone else had already borne me children, and with that competitive streak of hers, she’d do all that she can to surpass her perceived enemy. It all works in my favor, I suppose, and again I feel no guilt.

I lifted her ass in my hands, bringing her closer to me, holding her still for my punishing thrusts as I pounded my full length into her harder, faster, deeper. For the first time, there was nothing between my seed and her womb, nothing to stop my seed from bearing fruit.

Samantah

The sun was coming up when he finally got off of me and rolled out of bed. True to his word, he’d fucked me all night, and I had the soreness between my legs to prove it. The only time he wasn’t inside me is when I was sucking his cock to get him hard again after he’d just cum, or when he was eating me out to ease the sting in my pussy.

I barely had enough strength once he left to roll out of bed myself and head for the shower. The hot water stung, and I was sorer between my thighs than I’d ever been. I’d better figure something out before tonight because he’d promised to do the same again then too.

My body was sensitive as I ran the washcloth over myself, and I felt heated liquid pool between my thighs as I relived some of the night. Like when he’d lifted my legs around his ears and dug into me with his cock because he said that was the perfect position for his seed to take root.

Or when he’d had me on my hands and knees as he fucked into me, telling me all the while in sensual whispers what he was going to do to me. And he’d done it all. I had no idea that he’d been keeping track of my period, that he knew to the day I was fertile, and had planned this whole thing in advance.

But it just made me hotter knowing that he’d gone to such lengths. It was all to keep me with him, not that it was needed, but he seemed to think or held a lingering fear that I would be like the one that left. I can have no way of knowing that that would never happen. I’d found my paradise, and no force on earth can make me give it up.

He was waiting for me when I came back from the shower, and my nipples hardened when I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed. He patted the mattress for me to come to him. “Come, let me take care of you, or you won’t be able to take me tonight.” My comb contracted at his words.

I dropped the towel and climbed onto the bed, my eyes closing in pleasure when I felt his hand on my naked ass. “Stay there.” I felt him shift on the bed as I was still on my hands and knees. “They’ll be up soon.” I whimpered out a warning.

“I know, just one more.” I gave up all pretense of caring when I felt the coolness of his tongue as he started to eat me out from behind. His tongue, who knew a tongue, could give so much pleasure? I spread my legs wider and lifted