This is an excerpt of my Summer breeding series. The male main character was not aware that the female main character was not on birth control. Even if she said she was.

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I don’t remember the last time I felt like a fool. But you....you managed to make me one by babytrapping me.

It’s been two months since I’ve seen you. And talked to you. After you left, you sent me a couple of long text messages to explain why you’d done what you’d done. In my reply, I told you I needed time. Since then, there’s been nothing but silence.

It still feels weird not to talk to you, day in day out. I miss being part of your life. I miss seeing you. Hearing you.

It's the end of summer when I notice that you’re updating your WhatsApp Status. You've never done that before. So I cannot help but have a look. I stand by my bed, freshly showered, tapping through your uploaded pictures. Cat pictures. Pictures of your garden. And then--

It’s a boy. White font. Blue background.

My heart skips a beat. I don’t blink. I keep my thumb on the screen and stare at those words. Slowly, the information sinks in. I lift my thumb from the screen. The next picture pops up. It’s a picture of your three-month baby bump. 

I rub a hand across my face and sink down on my bed. 

Oh my God.

There you are, in front of the mirror in your bedroom. You're wearing a maxi dress, and your hand is stretching the fabric across your cute little belly. A wave of heat rolls through me. Fuck. 

Again, I keep my thumb pressed on the screen. Harder this time. Holy shit, look at you. 

You’re pregnant. With my child. My son. 

I blow out a breath and drop my phone next to me on the bed. You’re really going through with it. You’ll give birth to my boy in about six months. And I am missing all of it. Your entire fucking pregnancy. 

Dropping back onto the sheets, I stare up at the ceiling. Should I break the silence? My eyelids close.

I rub my right hand across the bulge underneath the towel around my hips. I can’t believe you’re growing my boy inside you. You wanted my DNA so badly that you chose him over me. And now here I am. All I have is a fucking picture of your baby bump and a growing boner. Because this? This is what I’ve always wanted. In theory. A woman carrying my child. Growing my baby.

I just never thought that woman would be you.

I slide my hand underneath the towel and start tugging. Looking at your picture made me hard in seconds. My lips part. The fact that my sperm is changing your body is just so incredibly fucking hot… My God. The ultimate, most primal act.

I feel the damp towel rub up and down against my knuckles. My brow furrows as I start jerking off faster. I've always had a breeding kink, but I had no idea it extended into a pregnancy kink too...

The tension inside my body begins to build-build-build, curling like a coil. Tighter…tighter… settling deep inside my groin. 

I groan. The image of your baby bump is burned into the back of my eyelids. How you cradle it. Show it off. I bet you only uploaded that picture so I would see it. Other men might wonder who the father is…

It’s me.  I am the father of your baby.

That thought makes my dick flex. The sounds I make are deep and primal. My shoulders press against the mattress, back arching up. The sensation is powerful, all consuming…

I gave you a baby. Me. You chose me. You wanted to grow my young, no one else’s.

Jesus Christ. That thought alone shoves me right to the edge. I can't think. I barely breathe. I grab my phone again, pull up your Whatsapp Status, and then flick through the images. There. There it is, the picture of you holding your bump.

Fuck. FUCK.

My mind properly blacks out at the peak of orgasm. Eyes squeezed shut. My hands clamps down around my phone as I briefly lift off the mattress. String after string of hot, sticky come splatters across my stomach and chest, catching in those fine, dark blond hairs.

My entire body tenses, toes curling, before my muscles finally release; I collapse back down. I draw in a couple of short breaths to cool down. Little stars flick across my vision when I open my eyes again. I suck in another breath. Nothing has ever made me come this hard and fast. Ever.

That’s when I know: even if you fucked me over, I need to be part of your pregnancy. After all, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to live out my newfound pregnancy kink with you…