-Summer-
I seemed to have lost my mind, because the moment Ashton and I made this strange agreement to do everything possible to get me pregnant, we couldn’t stop.
One round turned into two, then three, then four, and I lost count. We kept reaching for each other, unable to resist the pull. Even when we took a longer break closer to the evening and I managed to keep my panties on, Ashton lost control and pulled me back into bed, tearing the panties off before f*cking me so hard that the giant bed banged against the wall.
He kept taking me over and over, preferring to be on top, perhaps hoping to keep me in bed that way. Yet I noticed he refused to take me from behind when I tried to offer that after our short break.
Gradually, I understood why—he feared my mind might wander to someone
