Page 181 of Dragon 7

Drowning in mine.

Drowning in the way his cock felt inside me and the way his intention was flooding my chest like a tide with nowhere to go.

I did not know if I was ready.

I did not know if my body should carry another life this soon.

I did not know what was right.

I only knew I wanted him to try.

I wanted him to try right now.

I wanted him to try until the sheets were soaked and my thighs were slick with him and his cum was leaking down the backs of my legs and even spilling out my mouth if that was anatomically correct.

I whimpered, “Kenji, I can feel what you want.”

He raised his head, and those wicked eyes met mine. “Then you know what I am about to do to you.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“You’re going to fill me up.”

“Every day, Tora.”

“Yes.”

“Until you swell up with my child again.”

“It’s so strong inside of you. You’re insane.”

“But are you going to let me?”

My mouth said, “Yes,” before my mind could catch up. The answer came out of my body, not my brain. My pussy squeezed him hard in agreement. My hips tilted up to meet him.

The bond roared.

His control snapped.

He pulled out to the tip, and I saw it—I saw the sunlight catch the wet gold of his piercing coated in my slick—and then he slammed back into me.

I screamed. “Oh!”

The bed frame hit the wall as he fucked me hard. His hips drove into me at an angle that dragged that piercing across my g-spot.

My toes curled.

Every thrust punched a broken sound out of my throat.

Delirious, I looked down to watch his cock disappear inside me over and over, glistening wet, the piercing shimmering in the light on every withdrawal before he buried it back inside me. My inner thighs were slick and shining. His stomach glistened with sweat. The sound of him fucking me filled the room—wet, obscene, rhythmic, filthy.

“I love how well this pussy takes me.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to stay in this pussy all week.” His hips ground deeper. “They’ll have to drag me away.”