When we met, you said you wanted to have three kids. Now we have six.

Friends and family keep commenting on how we should think about using protection. But truth be told, it's not gonna happen.

Why? Because you make the prettiest babies.

All healthy and cute and happy. Wide eyes, big smiles. With bright blue baby eyes. 

It’s never quiet at our house. Always full of life and chaos. Early on we decided to get a nanny, so we can still have some time… like date nights.

Date nights are when you get pregnant.

Tonight is date night.

We’re both dead tired, as one can imagine, but coffee and Red Bull have definitely helped keep us awake. Now it’s past nine. The kids are in bed, and our nanny arrived an hour ago. 

You’re six weeks postpartum. And you’ve been getting quite handsy… which is why we need a date night at our favorite hotel in town. The last two were conceived there. It took one come shot… one critical hit: tadah...twins. Your fertile body can’t help it; it needs to latch on to my seed as soon as it’s inside you.

Tonight will be no different.  

You give our nanny last-minute instructions while I back the car out of the driveway. I’m not sure if we will make it to the hotel if I’m being honest. I’m tired, yeah, but I’m also horny as hell. 

I park the car in front of the door, engine running, and adjust my jeans at the crotch. It’s getting tight. My God, I can’t wait to be inside you. To give you a proper fucking. Something we can’t really do with a house full of kids at the moment. One might wake up when you cry out as loud as you do.

When you hurry to the car, your heavy, milk-filled boobs jiggle inside your top. I feel like a teenage boy who can’t stop staring. Fuck, I love your tits. They’ve always been big, but now that you’re breastfeeding our latest twins, it’s been a whole new level.

“All good,” you say with a wide grin. Hell yeah. "Let's go."

Fuck the hotel, I need it sooner.

I drive off faster than intended. You can feel the urgency prickle in the air. We live a little further outside the city and there’s this spot… a parking lot at the edge of a forest. That’ll do for a quick fuck, I decide. 

Your hand rests on my knee and the way you give me a tight squeeze makes my cock throb with anticipation.

I can’t think. I can barely drive. I speed down the road until we reach the parking lot. There, I pull over. You look at me, a little confused, but equally excited. I know you know what I want.

I want you. Now.

I park at the very end, in a corner, with trees on your side of the car. That’s enough privacy.

“Get out…” I order before I unfasten my seatbelt and then exit the car myself. That next baby will be conceived here, mark my words.

I round the car as I hear your door drop shut. There you are. My prey. 

As soon as I reach you, I pin you to the side of the truck. That's better. With my hand on your throat, I gaze into your pretty eyes. My God, look at you. You were made to grow my children. 

Your bottom lip quivers as I tighten my grip, cut off your airway for a couple of seconds. Ever since I’ve started knocking you up, you’ve carried some baby weight, and I fucking love it. I made your body this way. I changed it. And I’ll continue to do so. 

I press my body to yours, let you feel my hard-on, to show you: that’s what you do to me. Your mere presence is getting me hard as fuck. Ready to put a baby inside you. Again.

In one swift motion, I flip you around so your back is toward me. You’re wearing tights and a skirt, so I pull your tights down and your skirt up. Hand around your throat again, head back. You try to look at me. I don’t even ask if you want this. It wouldn’t matter if you didn’t. You're trapped. with your hands against the windows, hips pushed out. 

Like a good girl.

My belt clinks as I pull the metal flap open. Unzip, briefs down, cock out. I have to get inside you as fast as possible. You whimper and swallow hard against my grip. And then… I line us up. Those folds are slick already, just like I thought. Still, you let out a cry as soon as I enter you and drive forward, spreading you open. Oh my God, this is what I needed. Your tight pussy around my thick cock. Fuck yeah. I knock a breath out of you with my next thrust. 

That’s it, baby. My dick belongs inside you.

With every roll of my hips, I stuff you fuller. Again and again and again. Your fingertips press against the glass. You try to let your head drop forward, but I don’t let you. The way you arch your back allows you to look up at me with those big doe eyes. Pretty little girl getting fucked against the car.

Soon enough, the sound of my balls against your pussy starts to fill the silence around us. I know you love this… you love getting pounded, deep and hard. There were cars around when I parked, but I didn’t even check whether anyone was out there. I couldn't give less of a fuck.

With my other hand in your hair, I pull you back to rasp against your ear: “You want another baby, hm?” 

“Yes,” you sob, “yes, oh my God, please. One more… just one more.” That last bit sounds reminiscent of every single time my sperm found your egg. You’re delirious, head up in the clouds, your body begging for my load. I know you need this, and so do I.

I shove you forward, slide my arm around your neck to wedge you between the car and my body, and give you a proper, hard pounding. The kind we can’t do at home or we’d wake up the kids. Your cries echo across the parking lot, breaking the silence for good. 

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you chant, eyes squeezed shut and hands pushing against the car to keep yourself stable. That little cum chamber of yours has been sealed ever since you gave birth to my twins. Time to pop it.

I slam my hips forward and stay right there until your eyes widen and you gasp and whine. You’re not getting away, darling. Slowly but surely, your seal spreads open around the tip of my cock. You start gasping for air. I know it hurts. Getting that chamber popped is always a struggle.

You start to shake. Fingers curl into fists. And then you cry out, head back against my shoulder. 

“I know, baby, I know…” I whisper sweetly. That does it. Your seal pops and I drive in. Deep. My lips part at the sensation. Your body surrendered. Your body knows its place again. Underneath me. As my little female to carry my brood. That’s right. That’s your life purpose. 

Your seal tightens like a vice around my cockhead. I moan against your neck and start smacking my hips forward. That’s it… force that little chamber open. Your cries turn silent, lips parted. And then… right as I’m on the edge, your orgasm takes over. Your pussy clenches around my shaft, pulsing, hugging… then releasing, while your entire body tenses against mine. 

You can’t even say the words. I know you’re coming. And I know this is the perfect time for me to plant my seed. 

“Good girl…” I whisper against your ear. My body feels like it’s boiling, balls tight and so full. My cock throbs in line with my heartbeat, ready to release.. ready to knock you up. And then, you whimper and squirm and that fucking does it.

My mind blanks and my instincts take over. Now I do what I’m meant to do as a man: procreate. Again. As my orgasm barrels through me, my load pumps deep inside your chamber, filling you to the absolute brim. Both our bodies are in sync. I give you my seed and your pussy is harvesting it. Fuck…that's it... you're doing so well for me, baby.

"Can you feel my sperm find your egg? Hm? Yeah?"

I release my arms around you, which causes you to slump slightly forward against the car. You’re grinning… and twitching at the same time. I know what those tremors of your body mean: you’re making babies.

My. Babies.