“If you weren’t on the pill…” I rear back and slap her ass. Twice. “I’d get you pregnant for wearing that goddamn bathing suit.”
There’s a new, excited light in her eyes when they lock on mine, her breath racing fast, so fast. “I stopped taking m-my pill this weekend,” she whispers, searching my face. “I know it’s bad. I know that makes me a bad girl. But I want your baby, Big Daddy. I want a part of you inside of me. I need it.”
It’s the image of Lia, belly round with my child, that decimates me.
Snaps my tether.
“Oh Christ,” I choke, my balls contracting, unloading their contents. Firing hot, heavy lust up the stalk of my shaft and spurting it into Lia, my hips slamming upward like pistons, her cunt slapping wetly on my lap. Imagining she’s telling the truth, that she really stopped
