All Yours
He took me everywhere.
Every way.
No limits.
No protection.
Always bare.
Always deep.
Obsessed with filling me.
With marking me inside.
“Gonna put my baby in you,” he’d growl more and more, cuming deep, holding me down so nothing leaked out.
It wasn’t fantasy anymore.
It was a plan.
By Thanksgiving, my body was changing.
Breasts fuller, heavier, aching constantly.
Nipples darker, so sensitive I came from him sucking them alone.
A soft, firm curve to my lower belly.