“Babe?”

“Hm?” you ask, toothbrush between your lips as you stand in front of the bathroom sink. Your dark, long hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. You’ve taken off your makeup already. And you’re as gorgeous as ever. 

“Can I shave?” I ask as I squeeze past you. When I stand behind you, your outline easily fits into mine. Craning your neck back, you keep brushing without budging. There’s this cheeky glint in your eyes as you don’t move. I chuckle, roll my eyes, and slip my hands under your armpits. I lift you, biceps flexing, and relocate you to the side. When I do that, your eyes close in that kind of way and you squeal around your toothbrush. Yeah…I know you like that. 

“Jesus…” you mutter softly after you’re done brushing your teeth. “You know what that does to me.” You narrow your eyes at me and put your toothbrush next to mine in the cup by the mirror. I bite the side of my lip, smirking that naughty boy smirk, and get my shaving cream and razor ready.

“What do you mean…” I tease back. When you cross your arms over your chest, you push your boobs up. No bra…just one of my old shirts that look too big on you. Tilting your head to the side, you lock your eyes with mine. Two long seconds tick by. You love that I am bigger than you. Stronger than you. I look you over, small little female…barefoot, ready for bed. I’m about to wash my face when you walk out of our en suite bathroom to the bed. Soft throw blanket over it, dim lights casting a warm light over you.

You’re the cutest fucking thing, tiny as you are. And yet, sometimes, you have that edge about you. Like right now when you’re stepping back until your thighs hit the edge of the bed. There I am, at the sink, watching you, holding my razor in one hand…ready to shave. You hook your fingers under the shirt you wear—my shirt—and…peel down your panties over your thighs and knees. Well, fuck.

You step out of the fabric around your ankles. I can feel my body temperature rise, tunnel vision forming. My eyes are fixed on you when you sit down on the edge, lift your legs…higher, higher, higher until I can see your bare, dark pink pussy. My lips part in pure arousal. I drop my razor in the sink, abandon my plan of shaving, and turn to you instead. Big male ready to fuck his little, innocent female.

When I step closer, you rest back onto your elbows. “I want a baby…” you whisper, making me shudder. How a small thing like you can manipulate a man like me, I’ll never know. “I want you to fuck a baby into me…” you tell me in the sweetest tone. How can I say no to that?

I strip off my shirt first, let it drop to the floor, then I cup my hardening cock through my shorts. Your eyes drop to follow the movement of my hand. And you grin. You know you’re gonna get what you want… With your toes pointed, you wiggle your hips a little in invitation and temptation…

I know that if I come inside you without a condom, your body will make sure to harvest that seed and create a baby. You’re like a fucking magnet for my sperm.

“I am ovulating,” you tell me with a pout. I groan. Fucking hell… That’s all I need to turn off my brain and switch over to my primal desires. Your chest rises and falls when you realize what you’ve done. What you started. Almost as if you’re a little bit worried…

As you should be.

I move in and with one swift swoop…flip you over onto your belly. You yelp in that playful way that I love so much. Ass up, chest down, shirt pooling around your hips. And yet again, you shake your ass with a soft little giggle. I can’t with you… You want a baby? I’m gonna give you a baby.

Shorts and briefs down at the front, low enough so I can get my dick and balls out, I get in position. My heavy balls are full of baby batter…just for you. Looking back at me, you suddenly whimper and bite the nail of your thumb. I guide my cockhead between your folds, glide up and down between them… God bless ovulation. Dripping wet already. I breach that little pussy, causing your eyes to close and your lips to open. That’s it, darling… I grab your wide hips…perfect to have babies but also to make them… and drag you back onto the length of my cock.

Your eyes fly open, lips forming an O. You push up onto your arms, fingers fisting in your throw blanket. “Easy,” you moan, the sound guttural and primal. I can only breach you about halfway when you start to get really, really tight. I pull you back onto me in a steady rhythm, opening you up with every thrust. Ponytail bouncing… Your pussy is so wet that whenever I drive in, the sound makes my brain melt. Holy shit… I pump in and out, stretching that pretty pussy, ready to push my baby out… Your ass smacks against me with each thrust, the impact making it jiggle…again and again and again.

I place my knees on the bed beside you, push you forward, and cover your small body with my large one. My arm wraps around your waist when I lean over you, to keep you in place, and start to pick up the pace. My balls slap against your dripping wet pussy…my God, it’s so easy when you’re ovulating. You’re so ready. So fucking ready to get knocked up. I grunt against your neck, hitting my hips forward in a slower, yet harder motion. Nice and deep. Each thrust against your cervix elicits a loud cry from your lips. This is what you were made for. Being fucked. Carrying my children.

Your knees slide out to the side until your thighs meet the blanket. You’re giving up under my weight. It’s too much. I’m too heavy and you’re too cute and small. I reposition my forearms next to your shoulders, my knees beside yours, and fuck into you in the most primal way. You’re trapped underneath me, but I know you want it. You need it. You bury your face in the blanket, whimpering, moaning, gasping as I stretch your pussy out. I’m getting close already. This is more than any man can take.

“Give me a baby, please!” you manage to sob. My full balls smack, smack, smack against your wet folds, drawing up against my body the closer I get. Like a tight fist, ready to release. And then…one of your little whimpers does it for me. The sound of you submitting yourself fully, recognizing that, yes, I will make you a mother. I will give you babies…many, many babies. As many as your fertile little body can carry.

I roll my hips forward and grunt low, the sound reverberating in my chest. You can feel it against your back. One more hard and urgent thrust against your cervix and my mind blanks out completely. I can feel my hot load shoot up my shaft, pumping right against your cervix. One…two…three…thick streaks of come pool inside you. Your pussy contracts at the invasion, milking my shaft as your thighs tremble underneath me. Securing my load. Drawing it in. When I open my eyes, I see spots covering my vision. Spots…and you. Smiling. That seed will take. I know it will. You’ll have the cutest fucking belly… And I’ll know: I made you this way.