He Wants Me Pregnant Novels & Stories

I wanted to be a Mom. “Baby, I want you pregnant too.” He kissed my lips and smiled. “I forget that you can hear my thoughts,” I cackled. “You want a baby, my love?” His eyes gleamed with desire. “Yes. I do. I want a little Ivan running around.” He claimed my lips, our mouths engaging in a long, slow rhythm. “As soon as your next heat comes, we’ll make sure you're pregnant, baby.” I couldn’t wait.

She typed the message and sent it. "Even if you don’t know, I will teach you!" "I hope you don’t run away when we will be making love!" "Wait a second, I won't let you run! I will tie your hands to the bedpost and we will make love until you make me pregnant!" "When you will not feel shy anymore, I will love it if you dominate me in bed!" "We will make lots of babies and will keep making them until we turn old!" "I will fulfill all my fantasies with you!"

He pulls away after he is done panting on top of me and he wipes me clean with his shirt carelessly. I grit my teeth from the pain when his shirt comes into contact with my worn out flesh and I snap my eyes open involuntary. "We are going to be parents in nine months!" He half shouts, smirking at me and I look away. "Mom will be very pleased." He adds and I swallow dryly. So that was his motivation the entire time? He wants me to get pregnant so that he can fucking make his mother happy? Does he know nothing about emergency pills or abortions?

I didn’t want him to get married to Tommy either. “And I know how to end it.” My brow arched. I shut the door and headed into the living room. Settling on the sofa, across from him, leaned forward. “Tell me, I’m all ears.” He paused, his fingers twitching on his thighs. “I need to be pregnant.” My lips pulled down. “Okay. Don’t have a boyfriend? How’re you going to do that?” I stared at him. “Don’t tell me you want to carry a stranger’s child?”

I should have just let him get a condom. “Maybe or yes, Sophs?” He is being way to anal about my answer, looking deadly serious and I swallow hard. Palms clammy and heart fluttering as everything inside of me starts to shiver. I know he wants to be clear in case I get pregnant after this and freak out like before. He’s trying to make sure this is not some impulsive drunk decision. I’m not drunk, it’s all I have thought about since that day. “I want your baby.” I utter it softly, holding my breath.

“I can’t wait…to have my seed growing inside of you. My heirs, all the many babies we’ll make…I can’t wait to be a father and have my kids running about the mansion and causing havoc” “They’re not terrorists!- Many kids? Have mercy, Henry.” I grit in protest and he chuckles, kissing all about my tummy, whispering things I can’t hear as he keeps smiling at my tummy. I just hope he doesn’t know about what I want to do tonight. I already linked Kendal to help me with a pregnancy kit and she’s on it. I’ll have to keep this man occupied to get that done. But it’s hard keeping him away from me even for a second. Sigh.

I slapped a hand over my mouth, not wanting him to know how much I secretly loved to be filled with his thick cum and that one day-not anytime soon-I hoped he'd fill me up with so much of it that he'd make me pregnant. I did not care at all. Not one bit. I wanted my mother's boyfriend to breed me until I was full with his cum and it drips out of me. I wanted him to get me pregnant.

Both hands folded across my chest standing in front of him. "Ha ha ha!" He laughed broadly and proudly showed off his mighty possessions. "Should I videotape us to keep them quiet?" "No need, baby. I just want to prove that I can get you pregnant right away. Don't take any medicine, I want child from you." I laughed, "It's not like you should now be ready to accept a grandchild instead of a child," I joke him. "Yes, that's true but because you are my spesial woman then I want to have someone precious, the result of our love."

he says, as he starts picking up his tempo. And for one second the desire clouding my brain clears, as his words sink in. "No!" I squeal, "Oh god, no! You can't! I'm not on the pill! Please don't! I'm not on birth control!" His laugh is a dark one, and I know before his words come that he has no intention of listening to my plea. "You are mine," he says in a dark whisper. "This p*ssy is mine, to do with as I please. And I want to come inside it. You're gonna take. My. Seed. Deep. Inside. You!" Each word comes out a grunt as he plows into me. "One day, maybe even today, I'm gonna breed you. One day this belly will be round with my seed, and these tits will be heavy with milk, and you'll give

he looks up, “Are you pregnant?” My eyes widen, words caught in my throat as I stare wide eyed at him. He grins, watching the brief second of panic I felt at his question. My tongue slides over my lips and I scowl, sternly eyeing him. “First your wife wants me pregnant, now you? Is that a couple thing? Pregnancy kink perhaps?” “Oh, Aurora.” he laughs, “I wouldn't knock you up on accident, what makes you think I will purposefully do so? You're not the woman I would want carrying my future heir.” he snickers.