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and responded back, letting my mouth find his
neck and kissing him up and down, my tongue lingering on his
skin.
    That only drove him
further into lust. I knew he wanted to come.
    “Give it to me,” I
whispered, licking at his earlobe. “Shoot your cum inside me.
Impregnate me. I want your seed.”
    My words seemed to set him
off because he wasted no time in lifting me high into the air and
then thrusting me down hard on his hot throbbing cock. I felt the
tremors building quickly along his shaft and soon he was pulsating
hard inside me, and moaning against me. He brought his mouth to
mine as I felt the first few jets of his warm cum shoot deep into
my cunt.
    “Yes,” I said quietly, as
he kissed me and worked through the tremors of his orgasm, my ass
pressed against the window. “Give me all your cum.”
    He complied. His orgasm
rolled through him again and again, to the point where I felt like
the cum would never stop. But finally he subsided, falling back
with a satisfied sigh into one of the chairs in the living room. I
slid down the window and lay on the floor, not even wanting to
waste the time it would take to find a proper place to rest, and
raised my legs and hips into the air, pulling at my panties so that
they covered me again — I wanted to seal in his cum.
    I elevated my hips and
angled myself in the floor so that his cum would drop into me. This
was such a common part of our routine now that it felt natural. I
shut my eyes as I felt the thick liquid dripping inside of
me.
    He kept his eyes on me,
sitting back in the chair, his shirt unbuttoned and his semi-hard
cock still hanging out the fly of his pants.
    “Mmmm,” I said, hoping I
could coax him into a second round. I let a hand drift down my
chest, tweaking my nipple which still poked over the cups of my bra
and then descending further, beneath the waistband of my panties. I
cupped my mound and then, finding small droplets of his cum on my
thighs, I scooped them up with my fingers and pushed deep inside. I
couldn’t let a bit of him go to waste.
    I touched myself idly,
watching as he soon brought his own hand down to stroke his cock
with light touches. Each one made him a little bit harder. Keeping
my hand on my pussy, I crawled over toward him with a hungry look
on my face. There’s definitely going to be
a round two , I thought, eyeing his rigid
member.
    I positioned myself on all
fours in front of him and he pushed his cock toward my mouth. I
leaned forward and gave it a tentatively kiss, letting my tongue
drift across his head. He shuddered with pleasure.
    I pressed two fingers into
my pussy and took more of him into my mouth. I couldn’t wait to
feel him inside of me again, I thought, swirling my tongue up and
down his shaft. I couldn’t believe how much I yearned for it. I had
to remind myself, in moments like that, that what Alexander and I
had together was still nothing more than a contractual arrangement.
That while these few weeks of trying to get me pregnant had been
fun, they’d soon end. I couldn’t allow myself to hold out hope that
he still didn’t be interested in me — in this — once I had his baby
inside of me.
    Because, really, I
thought, rubbing a hand across my clit and then dragging my tongue
from the base of his cock all the way to the top — this was
Alexander Atherstone. There was probably a long line of girls ready
and willing to do this kind of thing with him. I was just a girl
with a job.
    I looked up at him as I
took his raging manhood into my mouth again. He opened his eyes and
looked at me with perfect intensity. And with that look, all my
previously rational thoughts were vanquished by hopeful
questions.
    Is it possible this man
could really want me ?
    I wasn’t given much time
to ponder that question. Just as I was about to stand up, slide my
panties off and climb into his lap, letting my wet lips sink over
his hardness, we were interrupted by the sound of a polite
cough.
    “Ms. Brook,” Alexander
said