Secretly Pregnant

"I want you to get me pregnant. I want to be pregnant... by you." My voice cracks with guilt and want, breath hot on your neck. “Just once, right here… let me feel you cum inside me, deep… I’ll take it, I’ll hide it, but you’ll know… we’ll know.”

The second I lift my dress, just enough to bare my pussy to you in the dim light, I see it in your eyes, that hunger, that need. You sink your fingers deep into my pussy with one easy motion. I gasp as I realize how slick I am. Wet because I know you're going to do it, you're going to impregnate me. My pussy already glistening like it’s been waiting for you. You grab my hips hard, sink your cock deep in one deep thrust. My pussy clenches around you like it wants to get caught. You pull back slow, watching my swollen clit twitch, then slam in again, deeper, harder, making my whole body jerk. My tits spill out, bouncing with every thrust, nipples hard. You reach forward to pinch one, twisting just enough to make me whimper.

“Look at you,” you mutter, hips pistoning, “my cock buried in your greedy pussy.” You can feel my walls flutter, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. I'm close. But you're not letting me come yet. You pull out completely, smear my wetness over your shaft, then shove back in with a growl, “This pussy? It’s mine. Every inch. Every pulse. And tonight… tonight I’m filling it.”
You don’t slow down. You fuck me like you'll perish if you don’t empty every drop inside of me. And when you feel that familiar feeling rise up, you bury yourself to the hilt, grip my hips so tight and let go inside of me. Pulse after pulse of your cum floods my depths, my pussy milking you, sucking you dry like it’s starving for it. You collapse forward, trembling, staying deep, feeling your cum pool inside me, knowing some of it will stay. Maybe all of it will stay…

My nightgown draped over the soft swell of my belly, the shape of our secret. One hand resting under the curve. There’s a pride in me now that I’ve never felt before. No one knows. No one can know. I climb on top of you, straddling you. I lift the fabric and sink down slowly onto your hard cock. My belly sways between us, pressing into you with every movement, rolling gently as I rise and fall, your hands gripping my hips, guiding my pace. I lean forward, my tits brushing your chest, and grind deep, clenching around you. “Look at your cock stretching my pregnant pussy… it’s even tighter now, isn’t it? I want you to come inside me again. I want to feel your cum dripping out of my pregnant pussy."