The Stranger's Seed
Roger and Katelyn get to know each other very quickly...
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“Shit,” Roger muttered under his breath.
“What is it?” Katelyn moaned, wrapping herself around him just as much to stay upright as because she wanted to feel every bit of him at once.
The pair were in a perfectly middle-of-the-road hotel room, neither nasty nor glitzy. They’d barely even stumbled in before falling all over one another, equally drunk and horny.
Roger checked his wallet once again, but no dice. “I don’t… I don’t have any protection.”
“Is that so?” Katelyn mumbled, his words taking a good long while to sink in.
But once they did, they lodged themselves deep in her mind. Instantly, she sobered up, gripped by a dozen conflicting emotions at once, some she expected, and some that surprised her to the core.
“Maybe we should just call it here for the evening,” Roger said quietly, but he didn’t move to escape her clutches. And, if her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her, it sounded like he had sobered up a little too.
“Do we have to?” Katelyn whined, adding a bit of extra slurring just for good measure.
Why did she feel so excited at the prospect of an unprotected one night stand? Why did the idea of a stranger flooding her womb with his seed turn her on so much?
It was foolish. It was downright dangerous, and yet she couldn’t remember a time when she’d been quite this horny. Every inch of her body ached to be filled, and the heady buzz of sharing drinks with a hot stranger in a club had nothing on this.
Roger turned around, not quite pushing her away, but holding her at arm’s distance. He peered down at her with a frown, but that didn’t disguise the naked lust in his gaze.
“You want it,” she whispered. “You want to fuck me bareback.”
He wasn’t drunk enough to have impaired judgment, but he was past the point of bowing to his inhibitions. Instead of looking away in embarrassment, he just gazed down at her, not at all hiding the glances he stole down the front of her shirt.
Roger swallowed. “It doesn’t matter what I want. We shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t what?” Katelyn whispered. “What’s stopping us?”
His eyes widened, and his grip on her shoulders tightened pleasurably. “You could get pregnant.”
She didn’t miss how he nearly shuddered at that last word.
“But you’d like that. You’d love to give me a thick, creamy creampie and to have no idea if it will have consequences. And I think you might like the idea of knocking me up.”
He swallowed once more and shook his head, but there was no conviction in it.
Katelyn cut him off with a desperate kiss, clutching him tight to her. It would have been impossible if he was unwilling, so she had her answer the moment he clutched her right back. His fingers dug into her back, and he even dared to reach down to squeeze her ass, pulling her up to the tips of her toes.
They’d both reeked of alcohol and the club for so many hours that they barely even noticed the scent. It was nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated need that was flowing between them. His hot breath was all she needed, and she wanted to feel it gushing down on her as he fucked her without a single care for tomorrow.
Or, better yet, hoping that she might be a mother tomorrow.
“I don’t even know you.” He ran a hand through his messy hair, but he didn’t pull completely out of her embrace.
“You’re about to know me very well,” Katelyn shot back in her sultriest tones. “Quit thinking and start fucking.”
He shook his head slowly, but she knew his resistance was just a front. The both of them knew exactly what was about to happen, and the most terrifying part was how much it turned them on.
She reached down, confirming just how much he liked the idea of giving her a creampie.
And then she went a step further, slipping her hand beneath his belt and waistband, getting in nice and deep. It was a tight fit, but that just made the sensation all the more intoxicating.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Katelyn gasped.
That was the last straw for Roger. With a groan, he shoved her back down onto the bed, then followed in an absolute frenzy. He tore at his own clothes, her cocktail dress, and even the sheets.
But Katelyn wasn’t just a passive recipient. She kissed and bit, leaving his neck a red mess of lipstick and hickeys, ensuring that he was going to end up just as marked as she was.
“Christ, you’re insane,” he hissed as he finally freed himself and immediately shoved her panties to the side.
“I think that just turns you on even more.” She wrapped her legs around him, making it difficult for him to actually manage their connection, but all that mattered was getting close to him.
They were strangers, and yet she needed to be close with him in a way that she’d never felt with boyfriends or lovers before. There was an intensity, a burning need, that defied explanation. All that mattered was his cum and her eggs. All that mattered was filling her womb until it couldn’t hold a drop more.