towards the point of inevitable.
“Baby, Ella…god, you feel so fucking good…!”
My lust overtakes my self-control. I hug her and drive into her with all my rampaging need.
She clings to me and moves with me.
I take her in that angle where my shaft directly hits her G and I fuck her with the violence of my approaching orgasm.
I feel her nails biting onto my ass as she meets my thrusts.
“Come inside me. I want you to come inside me. Please, Raiden. Please…! I want a baby!”
She shudders and then stiffens under me, arching her back, crying out incoherently.
I let myself feel the impact of her orgasm around my cock for a few seconds then I pull out with a hoarse groan, pumping my shaft in my fist, showering my ecstasy all over her pussy.
I slump above her, drained of all strength. My brain zones out and I fly and float among celestial bodies for I don’t know.
Then I suddenly hear her frantic voice in my head.
I want a baby!
A baby...
Baby?!
I raise myself from her and kneel between her legs.
I stare at her sprawled limply before me, her bountiful beauty spent, my abundant cum glistening on her nether lips, on her lush belly.
Her hand moves to touch her groin, then brings it back up and stares at it— at my semen coating her fingers.
Only then do I see the tears in her eyes.
“One sperm is all I need,” she says softly, her voice cracking.
Our eyes meet.
I finally see her real intention.
The woman wants a baby.
And I’m her choice for her Baby Daddy.
“The ffffuck!!!”
I jump from the bed.
FIVE
___________________________________________________________
25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES FROM THE STYLE EMPRESS
On her constant battle with her weight:
"I know I’ll never be as fashionably thin as Twiggy so I created my clothing label
called I Don’t Give A Stellar Shit. I can wear it all the time, rain or shine,
take it or fucking leave it.”
Stella Rhodes
__________________________________________________
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL WAS THAT?!”
Gone is my gallant Lancelot. In place now is Morgan le Fay masquerading as a hot stud. He’s looking at me like I stole his entire inheritance and donated it to charity.
Well, what did you expect, sperm thief?
I can’t talk to him naked.
I haul myself up from the bed and button up the shirt he’s lent me. My muscles protest as I stand up but I endure it. I pick up my bikini bottom and top somewhere on the floor.
“Can I use the bathroom first before you rain your shit on me?” I ask him caustically.
He doesn’t answer. His jaw is set in a furious line, his eyes, blazing, his hands, clenching and unclenching at his sides.
I enter the bathroom. I lean on the door and close my eyes tightly.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
I got laid minus the fertilization. There’s only a week of fertile period in a month and I’m regular like clockwork and we’re smack dab in the middle of my breeding season. My Baby Dada is very pissed off right now and looks like I won’t be getting any encore soon.
I sigh and wash my face. I try to ignore the abject disappointment in my heart. That moment when he pulled out of me, it felt like he ripped my hopes and dreams to pieces.
He sure showered his cumfetti all over me, pun intended. Only, there’s no reason to celebrate.
I right my clothing and come out of the bathroom.
He’s wearing his board shorts again and a dark scowl that could wilt Titanium.
He’s not talking but I know he’s waiting for my explanation.
I’m not a person who’s fond of explaining myself. People follow my orders almost without question. They’re paid to do so. But I’m not in my turf and this man is not my employee. I do owe him an explanation.
“I’m sorry…” I begin.
“So, that was the reason you came to me at the bar? You wanted a baby?”
I nod and stare at the floor. I hear him curse again.
So much for Mr. Clean.
Oh god, this is worse than a walk of shame. I just gave away my V-card and the
“Baby, Ella…god, you feel so fucking good…!”
My lust overtakes my self-control. I hug her and drive into her with all my rampaging need.
She clings to me and moves with me.
I take her in that angle where my shaft directly hits her G and I fuck her with the violence of my approaching orgasm.
I feel her nails biting onto my ass as she meets my thrusts.
“Come inside me. I want you to come inside me. Please, Raiden. Please…! I want a baby!”
She shudders and then stiffens under me, arching her back, crying out incoherently.
I let myself feel the impact of her orgasm around my cock for a few seconds then I pull out with a hoarse groan, pumping my shaft in my fist, showering my ecstasy all over her pussy.
I slump above her, drained of all strength. My brain zones out and I fly and float among celestial bodies for I don’t know.
Then I suddenly hear her frantic voice in my head.
I want a baby!
A baby...
Baby?!
I raise myself from her and kneel between her legs.
I stare at her sprawled limply before me, her bountiful beauty spent, my abundant cum glistening on her nether lips, on her lush belly.
Her hand moves to touch her groin, then brings it back up and stares at it— at my semen coating her fingers.
Only then do I see the tears in her eyes.
“One sperm is all I need,” she says softly, her voice cracking.
Our eyes meet.
I finally see her real intention.
The woman wants a baby.
And I’m her choice for her Baby Daddy.
“The ffffuck!!!”
I jump from the bed.
FIVE
___________________________________________________________
25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES FROM THE STYLE EMPRESS
On her constant battle with her weight:
"I know I’ll never be as fashionably thin as Twiggy so I created my clothing label
called I Don’t Give A Stellar Shit. I can wear it all the time, rain or shine,
take it or fucking leave it.”
Stella Rhodes
__________________________________________________
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL WAS THAT?!”
Gone is my gallant Lancelot. In place now is Morgan le Fay masquerading as a hot stud. He’s looking at me like I stole his entire inheritance and donated it to charity.
Well, what did you expect, sperm thief?
I can’t talk to him naked.
I haul myself up from the bed and button up the shirt he’s lent me. My muscles protest as I stand up but I endure it. I pick up my bikini bottom and top somewhere on the floor.
“Can I use the bathroom first before you rain your shit on me?” I ask him caustically.
He doesn’t answer. His jaw is set in a furious line, his eyes, blazing, his hands, clenching and unclenching at his sides.
I enter the bathroom. I lean on the door and close my eyes tightly.
Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
I got laid minus the fertilization. There’s only a week of fertile period in a month and I’m regular like clockwork and we’re smack dab in the middle of my breeding season. My Baby Dada is very pissed off right now and looks like I won’t be getting any encore soon.
I sigh and wash my face. I try to ignore the abject disappointment in my heart. That moment when he pulled out of me, it felt like he ripped my hopes and dreams to pieces.
He sure showered his cumfetti all over me, pun intended. Only, there’s no reason to celebrate.
I right my clothing and come out of the bathroom.
He’s wearing his board shorts again and a dark scowl that could wilt Titanium.
He’s not talking but I know he’s waiting for my explanation.
I’m not a person who’s fond of explaining myself. People follow my orders almost without question. They’re paid to do so. But I’m not in my turf and this man is not my employee. I do owe him an explanation.
“I’m sorry…” I begin.
“So, that was the reason you came to me at the bar? You wanted a baby?”
I nod and stare at the floor. I hear him curse again.
So much for Mr. Clean.
Oh god, this is worse than a walk of shame. I just gave away my V-card and the
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