Zaid
The second I feel her hot cunt clamp down around my c**k, my body locks up. I can’t breathe—I don’t want to. That tight, velvet heat grips me like a f*****g vice, and I come hard, spilling deep inside her, my seed flooding her womb.
I know she’s already carrying my pup. That knowledge alone should be enough to satisfy the beast clawing inside me.
But it’s not.
It never is.
She’s on all fours, back arched just right, taking every thrust like she was made for it. But I need to see her face—need to watch her fall apart.
I pull out slow, grip her hips, and flip her beneath me in one fluid motion. She gasps, wide-eyed and breathless as I settle between her thighs, c**k still slick and pulsing with need.
My knot forms fast, swelling with the urgency of a claim that burns deeper than
