This is an excerpt of my Summer breeding series. In this series, the male main character was not aware that the female main character wasn't on birth control. Even if she said she was.

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I didn’t tell you I was coming. I didn’t text; I didn’t call. Summer is now morphing into fall, with more rain, more wind, shorter days, and longer nights. I packed one bag with my laptop, underwear, three shirts, one sweatshirt, one pair of jeans, and my toiletries. That’s it. I flew over late last night and went to a hotel to have a good night’s sleep and a hot shower this morning. 

Now it’s time to get this over with.

I pay the cab driver that pulls up to your house. I’ve been here before, years ago; it’s familiar, and yet so different. This is the house you’ll raise our kid in. My son. With the bag slung across my shoulder, I head up to your front door. Your car is parked in the driveway, so you’re probably home. Good.

Here we are again. I am still pissed, despite the time that has passed. So far there’s not been any closure. I had no outlet for my anger.

It’s time to change that.

After I ring the doorbell, I listen for footsteps. I hear them soon after the bell rings. Quick little footsteps with a loud, following a loud "Coming!"

I am really doing this, showing up unannounced. We might fight…or we might fuck. Let’s see.

I hear the door's lock snap before it cracks open. Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don’t say anything yet.

I break the silence with, “Hey.”

“Hi…” you say and step inside so I can come in. Ponytail, no makeup. You’re wearing leggings and a pink hoodie, all comfortable for lounging at home on the weekend. You look good, in fact, I think you have that typical pregnancy glow now too... so sexy. I enter and drop my backpack before I peel off my shoes. You watch me in silence. Barefoot, you nervously shift from foot to foot and then bite the side of your thumb. 

I give you a slow once over. From head to toe. The hoodie you wear hides your baby bump, and it covers half of your ass as well. I can’t even imagine what you’ll look like when that belly grows more. Round bum, round belly.

When I step toward you, you move back into the living room. You hide your hands in the sleeves of your hoodie as you move backward. Step…by step…by step… You can’t escape me, darling. The tension between us is palpable; I can taste it. You know you have to pay for what you did. Our eyes lock. Primal. Intense.

Like a predator catching its prey, I grab onto your hoodie, haul you closer, and then close my hand around your pretty neck. You stretch it up and whimper, eyes widening. You're so fucking helpless, aren't you, darling? My thumb presses underneath your jawline, right into that soft spot, making those plump lips part in surprise. I can feel you swallow; I can feel the vibration in your throat when you make another sound.

“You fucked up…” I whisper darkly. You shiver underneath my touch. “You know that, right?”

Those small hands reach up to wrap around my wrist, but I don’t let up. You try nodding but fail. You're properly and truly under my thumb now. I press it harder into your jaw, pushing you onto your tiptoes. Those large eyes open wide again. Another needy whimper. I lean in closer, so I can whisper against your lips: “You knew your actions would have consequences, didn't you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut in discomfort. 

Who’s back in charge? I am.

I let go of your throat; you sink back onto your heels. “Kneel,” I order. Without delay, I kneel before me on the floor. There you are, that little female that just had to get knocked up. So much so that you stole my sperm. 

I unbuckle my belt, then unbutton the top button of my shorts. You don’t dare to look up at me. I know you're not a fan of blowjobs. It's the loss of control, you once told me. Loss of control, huh? I now know what that is like...

Time to get even.

With my shorts hanging open, I rub the outline of my hardening cock inside my briefs. You rest your hands on top of your thighs, like a good girl, watching every move I make. Peeling down the fabric, I let my thick dick slide out. Still not fully hard, but getting there. I hold out my palm, encouraging you to spit on it. You do that too. Trained and obedient. I use your spit to slick up my cock, twisting around the tip, sliding up and down. For one second, you glance up into my eyes. 

You got what you wanted, now I’ll take what I want. Make sure you know who's in control.

I rub my cockhead over your lips, waiting for you to open them. You lick your lips and then part them. So wet and warm. I brush my fingers over your hair until I reach your ponytail. I grab it tightly before pushing more of my cock between your lips. Your eyes flick up. Fuck, yeah… I cannot help but pump in and out between your lips. Watching my dick disappear between your lips, inside your pussy or your ass is my favorite sight in the whole world. Your hands hold onto the front of my thighs as you shift in front of me. That’s it… I know you’ve always loved my cock. Couldn’t get enough of it when you took it all the way inside your pussy the very first time. You even bought a toy with the same dimensions. No man can compete, you’d said. That’s exactly right. I bet you've been using that toy for the past few months...

I grab your ponytail tighter, pull you off my cock, and then make your neck stretch so you gaze up at me. My dick hangs heavy between us. “Worship. Me.”

Worship who gave you that cute little baby bump.

The neediest and loudest whimper escapes your wet lips. Like you want it too. I let go of your hair so you can get to work. You dive in immediately. Both hands around my shaft, pumping, twisting urgently. Those soft lips seal around my tip. I sigh at the sudden, heavenly sensation. You act like you've waited for this moment, waited to milk my seed out of me, for months.

I blow out a breath and close my eyes. God, yes. I remind myself of just how eager you are. Eager enough to trap me into knocking you up. That's how much you've wanted my DNA. Craved it. Yearned for it.

With your lips around my tip, you jerk me off quickly, impatiently. You know it won’t take long for me to lose it if you keep this going. My thighs and abs tense, toes curl. A low groan rolls up my throat. I watch your ponytail loosen and bounce with every downward glide. The tension inside my body fills up every cell of my body, making my balls tighten. I stare up at the ceiling and moan. Long and loud. That's when I hear it, that one word that can make me blow my load… you whimper: “Please.”

I gasp in surprise, grab ahold of your hair, and press my cock as deep as I can. I have to. I'm right on the edge. I have to force you to submit. Fully. Completely. Blow my load down your throat instead of inside your pussy.

Your fingers grip the backs of my thighs, nails digging in painfully hard. I grunt, gasp, groan...shoving my hips forward, stuffing you full of your baby daddy's dick. It's right then that my orgasm tips over and barrels through me. You try swallowing as spit pools in your mouth. You're so full. Mouth full. Throat full. When I reach my hand down, I can feel where my dick expands your throat. I shudder and tense with every contraction of my balls, with every jet of come that splatters against the back of your throat. I know it’s a lot; I know you’re struggling. That was the whole point.

You had to pay for babytrapping me, didn’t you?

I stay right there, filling your mouth up until I hear you mewl around my dick. Your hands shove against my thighs, so I let go of your hair, freeing you. Within a second, you pull yourself off me, coughing and taking in lungfuls of air. My slick dick dangles between us. I reach down, close my hand back around your throat, and lift you up to stand. Your reddened cheeks are wet with tears, lips slick with spit. Poor little girl. Another desperate swallow against my palm.

I smirk at what I’ve done to you. It's something I've never done before, something I'll never do again. “Now we’re even.”