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“Fine by me. But right now your cunt is swimming with my cum, so we’ll have to go and get you a plan B at some point.”
“Oh god,” I rasp, suddenly horrified by my own stupidity. “We didn’t use protection.”
“I’m clean, amore mio. I’d never put you at risk. I haven’t had sex in a long while, and I get tested regularly for work. My results are on my email, I can show you if you want.”
“But a baby.”
His shrug is infuriatingly blasé.
“I need to move,” I pant, pushing out of his hold and off his dick. When I glance down, my eyes go wide at the red bloodstains coating his dick and the inside of his thighs. Examining myself, I’m equally marked, the proof of my virginity undeniable across both of our bodies.
“All mine,” he says again, proudly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Gracefully slipping off the bed, he holds a hand out to me. Shell-shocked and clearly already conditioned, I place my fingers in his and let him lead me into the bathroom.
“Let’s take a bath,” he says, reaching over the tub to turn on the faucet. The sound of rushing water fills the room as he opens a cabinet and retrieves a washcloth. Putting it under the stream of water, he squeezes out the excess, then drops to his knees and carefully starts to clean the blood and cum from my sore sex and thighs, wiping away the proof of what we’ve just done.
“Warrick,” I say shakily.
“Yes, amore mio.”
I open my lips, then close them again. I don’t know what I planned to say. We had sex. It hurt, but it felt good too, and now I could be pregnant. I can’t have a baby. I don’t have a home or a job or any money. I can’t have a baby, but I wasn’t thinking about that when I told him I needed him. I wasn’t thinking about anything but how exciting it was to be sexually aroused and how much I wanted to orgasm again.
Is that how my dad felt when he was gambling our money away and borrowing more from people he knew would hurt us to get it back? My dad had an addictive personality, but I’ve never been anything like him. Until now. Now I wonder if I could become addicted to sex and the rush of the sensations that made me feel light and free and so freaking happy.
“You’re thinking very loudly, amore mio,” Warrick says, parting my folds and running the warm cloth over my sensitized clit.
“Sorry.”
“I’ve already told you how I feel about your apologies,” he chides. “What are you thinking about?”
“About turning into my dad,” I say honestly.
His expression shows his shock at my answer. “Do you want to tell me about him?”
“He wasn’t a good dad, or a good person.”
“So why would you think you’re turning into him?” he asks curiously.
“He had an addictive personality. He did things just because he wanted to, without thinking about the consequences.”
“You’re worried about getting pregnant,” Warrick surmises.
“I’m worried that we did…what we just did, and I never even thought about protection or making sure that I didn’t end up with a baby.”
“But that’s as much my responsibility as it is yours. Are you mad at me too? Do you think I’m like your dad?”
“Why didn’t you use a condom?” I question him.
“Because I wanted to be inside of you bare. Because I wanted to fill your virgin cunt with my cum. Because if claiming you results in a baby, then I wouldn’t be upset; especially if it’s something that you want.”
“We don’t know anything about each other, and you’d be okay about having a baby with me?” I gasp.
“Yes,” he says, like it’s the easiest answer in the world.
“That’s insane.”
Shrugging, he pulls the cloth from between my legs, roughly wipes the blood from himself with it, then throws it toward the hamper in the corner of the room. Still on his knees, he shuffles closer to me, reaching out and parting the folds of my sex with his fingers.
