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We already have one child together. A beautiful, healthy boy. When I asked you if you wanted more kids, you said yes. But not just yet. You wanted to wait a year or so. The thing is, I want another baby now. Right now. And I’m ovulating.

As I sit up in bed, propped up against the pillows, I look over at you. You’re still on your back. Fast asleep. I finish the glass of water I'm holding, then place it on my bedside table. You look so good. Irresistible. Right there. All naked and fertile. I can’t help myself, so I lift the covers to sneak a glimpse at your body. So fit and healthy. I cast my eyes up and down. Giving you a once-over. Admiring your strapping build. God yes. Then my gaze falls right there. Your half-hard, big and thick, juicy dick. I bite my bottom lip, then quickly tuck the covers under my chin with a mischievous grin. Oh God. I love seeing the cock that’s going to make me a Mommy again.

You let out a deep, long sigh and shift slightly. My heart races as I wonder if you need release. To let out some pent-up tension. Would that help? Is that what you need right now?

I inch a little closer to you, my boobs pressed against your arm. I lean over to whisper in your ear.

“Do you need a hand with that?”

“Mhm,” you murmur but keep your eyes closed. Then inhale deeply. It makes your whole chest expand. I bring my hand up to my mouth lick my palm, then wet my fingers. Get them nice and slick. I reach down, let my fingers find your cock. I cup your girth when I make contact, and then squeeze gently.

“Big lad,” I hum, palming your weight in my hand. “My big breeding bull.’’ I glide my hand down further over the ridges in your cock, then take hold of the base. Heavy and solid in my hand. I feel your stomach muscles flex as your dick now stands with a raging hard-on. I nuzzle against your cheek. All breathy.

“I want this stud cock to knock me up again soon….turn me into a big, round, pregnant Mommy….please.”

You groan. Low and guttural as I start to work your cock. My slick fingers squeeze up, then roll your foreskin down gently. I keep the momentum and angle constant. Jerking and twisting my fist. I watch your face intently, your eyes are still closed. As your lips form a slight smile, I keep the pumping pressure steady. My other hand reaches down and cups your balls. My baby-makers. So swollen. Their heavy heat spreads across my palm. I kiss lightly into your neck, soft and sweet.

“You gonna give me more babies with these someday, hm?”

This time you grunt. That's it. I smile to myself as I consider quickly pulling my nightie up. Then I could straddle you, push your cock up inside me and catch your sperm. You wouldn’t be able to pull out if I was on top. I’m sure of it.

I bite my bottom lip to stifle a giggle. I squeeze my thighs together as I feel my heartbeat throb in my clit. The thought of baby-trapping you right now makes me wet. I’d love nothing more. Before I have the chance, your stomach tenses and you let out a growl. Deep and primal in your chest.

“Fuck.”

Right then, a naughty idea sparks in my brain, and I make a split-second decision. Quickly I reach over and snatch the empty glass off my nightstand with one hand. Continuing to work your cock with my other. Your brow furrows and your muscles tense all over your body. I won't let this go to waste. I can't. I glance down, push the glass under the blanket, and hold it there. Just inches away from your swollen cock head. Beads of pre-cum leak onto the rim as you begin to shudder, before coming. Hard.

You orgasm so forcefully that I can feel your entire body spasm against mine, rocking the bed. Your swollen balls are being emptied. Drained. I hold the glass steady to make sure I catch each spurt. Rope after rope of precious fertile donation being collected. You keep coming as I direct your release into the glass. You make it coat the bottom and even the sides. God, I love seeing how much you come, how thick and sticky it is. I smile as your sperm fills the bottom half of the glass. No wonder you got me pregnant first time.

Your cock pulses in my fist as I gently squeeze every last drop from you. Stealing from you gives me such an adrenaline rush. My heart pounds in my chest. I’m even more soaked between my legs now. I’m so ready to baby-trap you a second time. Once you’ve finished, empty and released, I feel your tiredness start to creep back in. That's right. You go back to sleep now. I have what I need. I hum quietly to myself at the weight of the glass. Fuck. It’s so full. Quietly, I turn onto my back, reach over, and slip the heavy glass onto my nightstand. Then I lie in wait as you drift off again.

After a couple of minutes, I hear your breathing change, to deep and slow. Fast asleep. At least, I hope so anyway. Tentatively, I ask.

“Are you awake?”

I wait for any type of response. A movement. A murmur. But nothing. I make sure you’re definitely not, by whispering.

“I’m going to baby-trap you, ok?”

Silence. Apart from your sleepy breathing. I can’t help but grin. A little giggle. You can't say I didn't ask. I’m so pleased with myself. You’re completely oblivious to the fact that you’re about to father another child.

As quietly as I can, I take one of my pillows and push it under my bum. My thighs drop open, pelvis tilts up. Already creamy wet. Prime position for your sperm to take. I pull my nightie up. Boobs out. Pussy exposed. My fingers slide down over my stomach to my folds. So slick and eager. I slip my middle finger in so easily. Gently, I rub my slippery clit before I hook the rest of my fingers in and then up. When you stir for a second, I freeze. Then hold my breath. I need to stop myself from being any louder. I don’t want to give my little game away now.

Once I can hear you settle again I exhale. My heart thumps at how naughty I am. How wrong it is for me to make a baby like this. But my pussy craves your load. I reach over to the glass on the nightstand, then scoop a big messy handful of your hot come into my palm. It's still so warm and sticky. Then I reach down, between my legs, and push your deposit into my needy little hole. I gasp as your seed seeps inside me. Your come is so thick and virile.

Just like breeding studs should be.

I reach over again, into the drawer this time, then take out one of my favourite toys. A small, pink dildo. Just 6 inches of insertable length. I need this to be fast. Using your load as lube, I press the tip of the toy up to my slit and push. My lips part as the soft silicon ridges open me up.

Fuck.

There’s so much of your sperm inside me that I can hear the wet sounds as I push the dick further and deeper. Easily opening up my walls. Thoughts of your superior sperm meeting my egg and creating a new life make my brain melt. I know I haven’t asked your permission, but this has to happen. I need to have another baby with you.

I am having another baby with you.

Glancing over at you, my toy up inside me, you’re still deep asleep. Snoozing away and so unaware that you’re about to get me knocked up. Secretly, I get off at the thought of telling you too. Confessing to you what I did. How I stole your sperm to baby-trap you. I’ll look up at you. All sweet and innocent. Big doe eyes.

...But your come was the only thing that soothed my baby fever ache…

My hips buck as I continue to work the toy and your load deeper inside me, right to my back wall. I turn my head to the side as I push my face into the pillow, biting down as I draw your seed to the deepest part of my cervix. Right where it needs to be. I’m coming. And I'm about to get pregnant.

Ohmygod.

As I clamp down around my toy, I shudder. My boobs shiver and my stomach tenses as I contract. Head back, mouth open in a silent scream. The bed shakes as my tight walls pull up your seed. I smile as I feel your load hit me just right in that tender spot. My bottom clenches. I grind and try to stay silent. I watch your face as I come, getting knocked up with your stolen seed.

Once my orgasm subsides, I try to catch my breath. I stay on my back. Hips up and thighs open. The toy still in. My position helps your swimmers stay cervix deep. Trailing my fingers over my stomach, I smile at the thought of having another baby bump to show off again. There’s no way I can sleep now. I’m all giddy, thinking about how I’m going to tell you the good news. Surprise!

Should I hand you my positive pregnancy test?

Or give you an early scan picture?

Or maybe I should wait for a couple of months until you notice my cute little bump that's starting to show?

Either way, I really hope it’s twins.

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