He Wants Me Pregnant Novels & Stories

He said, walking to a window. I sat up on the bed, unable to comprehend what he had just said.“What?”. “If you’re worried about pregnancy, that shouldn’t bother you. You should know I am more than capable of fathering a child. I am a multi billionaire and an legible bachelor. I want a child from you...” he turned around to look at,“... and you are going to give me one.” What?!!!!! Over my dead body!!!“I can’t and I won’t!!!” I snapped.He chuckled, placing the cigarette on his lips.

He asked me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes so much that I could faint. "Why do I feel like you are doing everything to annoy me? Do you want me to faint from listening to your stupid talks?" I asked him and he came closer. "But you will get pregnant right?" He said to me again and I was starting to feel like I had reached my limit. "I'm not dumb. I took pills that would prevent pregnancy. If you need a she-wolf to bear you kids you know where to go. There are a lot of them out there, so let me be, please." I said to him hoping that sinks in.

There’s full websites on how to survive them and have a good holiday. ‘Happy to stay here and be a family man’… I… well he keeps saying he wants to get me pregnant… but it still feels so strange to hear him say it. And I still can’t believe he wants that so soon, all of it. Honestly, I'm not ready for that next step. I've been playing catch up since day one. His phone starts to ring as I think of an answer. I motion for him to answer the phone, relieved of the distraction.

"I want to see you pregnant. Carrying our child. Growing round with my heir. I want to put my hand here and feel them kick. Feel them move. Feel life. Our life. Our future. I want all of it. With you." He looked up at her. "Tell me you'll try. Tell me you'll let them test you. Fix you. Make you capable. So we can have this. Please." The please. Like he was asking. Like she had a choice. When they both knew she didn't. "Maybe," she said. Because what else could she say? Because arguing was pointless. Because he'd already decided. Already planned. Already claimed her future. His hand stayed on her stomach. Like he could will a child into existence. Like his desire alone could make her fertile.

The combination of his words and the slow, deliberate stretch was driving me insane. “Tell me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Tell me you want me to breed this married cunt. Tell me you want to carry my baby while you go home to him every night.” The dirty fantasy pushed me closer to the edge. I was dripping around his cock, walls fluttering desperately. “Yes,” I gasped, hips rocking up to take more of him. “I want it. I want you to breed me. Fill me with your cum until it takes. Make me pregnant with your child while my husband thinks I’m still his proper little wife.”

With curiosity bellying his witty eyes, he gazed at her till she mouthed the last dregs in her glass. “What if I tell you tonight is going to nourish your womb with my sextuplets,” he jibed and caught her in his firm hold, leading her to the bed, “Don’t bother your frail heart with the shortcomings in our union. At the right time you will get pregnant.” With her eyes rolling in weakness and dizziness, she managed to whisper to him, “Please get me pregnant . I can’t wait to carry your babies.” His eyes fed into hers, noticing the falling of her gaze and the cloudiness of her brain. His plot was working out.

"Tired and sore, but perfect." "You were amazing," He said, kissing my forehead. "So fucking sexy. Do you remember the things you said?" I felt my face heat despite everything we'd just done. "The breeding stuff?" "Yeah," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "You really want that? Want me to get you pregnant?" "Eventually," I admitted. "Yes. I want that. I want your children. Is that weird?" "Not weird," He assured me. "Natural. The heat brings out those instincts, and for what it's worth, the idea of you pregnant with my pups is incredibly hot."

I tried to untangle his hand but he hugged me even tighter. “Let me hold you like this. I missed you and I want to be with you tonight.” “You can’t!” He can’t… my morning sickness will be his weapon to have a conclusion. No, he can’t. “Why? I want to be with you. I want to plant seeds inside you too. I want to get you pregnant, my lady. I want to start a family with you,” he whispered which sent shivers to my spine.

“Go ahead. I’m on the pill. Come inside me.” He nibbled on her neck. “Your birth control won’t stop me from getting you pregnant.” He took a breath and let it out in slow bursts. “You. Pregnant.” “Me pregnant, what?” she asked in a breathless murmur. “I like that idea.” He drove deep and pulled back. Then did it again. And again. Each time his thrusts growing faster. Rougher. His cock felt bigger inside her. “I. want. You. Pregnant.” He was insane. But she couldn’t have cared less at that moment.

He asked, his voice husky and unsure. I looked at him, my eyes flashing with determination. "What do you mean, what am I doing? You want a son, right? You need an heir, and I'm ready to give you that. Just make love to me, Bernard. I will get pregnant, and we will have our own son, and maybe, just maybe, that will be enough for you," I said, trying to lean closer to him, but he stopped me again, his hands firm but gentle on my arms.