I had told him he had to pull out. But once he was pounding inside me, I hoped he didn’t.
I didn’t want to tell him to cum inside. I couldn’t. This was dangerous, risky, unprotected fucking. It was dumb to even try it.
But while ‘Smart Me’ had plans, ‘Slut Me’ took over once his raw cock was in me. All I could think of was how hard I would cum when I felt him pulse and jerk inside me. ‘Slut Me’ wanted to be used. To be fucked. To be bred.
… and I wanted him to do it properly. I wanted him to take it. I wanted to lead him to the edge, then have him lose all inhibition, force himself deep into me, and let himself go as I would weakly protest his unprotected ejaculation. But secretly, as thick ropes of his semen battered my cervix, flooding my fertile womb, it was exactly what I wanted.