u/Spicy_Pickle_90

This story is based on a true story. Therefore, all locations, names and some details are changed to protect the identity of those mentioned and involved. I tell you this story as best as my memory serves me, though conversation and actions might've been changed to keep it shorted and compelling.

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For previous parts, start here: https://www.reddit.com/r/EroticWriting/comments/1q5naxj/breeding_madelyn_the_work_trip_part_1_m32f32/

The week had been absolute torture.

Sitting across from her in sterile meeting rooms. Watching her present financial reports to clients in tailored suits. Passing her in the brightly lit hallway. Every single moment perfectly professional. Every single moment absolute agony.

We had texted constantly. Secret, filthy messages sent during boring conference calls. Late-night conversations that quickly devolved into phone sex. But we could not actually meet. She had been slammed with a massive project, and do we not all love the company's motto, "Work hard, play hard," with a heavy emphasis on the work part.

"Soon," she had texted late last night. "Tomorrow. My flat. 7 PM. I need you."

Now, I stood outside her building in Kensington. Kensington, of all places. The building looked incredibly expensive and highly elegant. Bloody hell, there was even a uniformed doorman who had looked at me like I definitely did not belong there.

And to be perfectly fair to him, I probably did not.

I took the silent elevator up. Fifth floor. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A week without touching her felt like an eternity. I found her door. Number 52. I took a deep breath, knocked softly, and the door opened almost instantly.

Madelyn stood there. Barefoot. Faded jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Her dark blonde hair was completely down, framing her face. Absolutely no makeup. She was breathtakingly gorgeous.

"Hi stranger," she smiled softly.

"Hello," I replied, my voice already thick.

We stood there for a heartbeat. Just looking at each other, letting the reality of being alone together wash over us.

Then she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me aggressively inside.

Her flat was stunning. A massive, open-plan living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the London skyline. Dark hardwood floors. Incredibly expensive furniture. Tasteful modern art on the walls. Everything was flawless, elegant, and entirely out of my league.

I felt completely out of place.

She locked the heavy door behind me with a loud click. She turned to face me.

"It is different here, isn't it?" she said quietly. She must have seen that I was rather intimidated by the place.

"Yeah."

"Good different or bad different?"

I looked around. At her life. Her world. Then back at her waiting eyes.

"I... I do not know yet." I was not entirely sure if this was a world I would ever feel comfortable in.

She crossed the space between us slowly. She put her soft hands flat on my chest. "Do not do that, Tim. Do not make this about... that."

"It is hard not to. This place is..." I gestured vaguely around the massive room. "Grand?"

"You are the man I have been completely desperate for all week. That is absolutely all that matters."

She kissed me. Soft at first, tasting like anticipation. Then deeper, her tongue parting my lips.

I pulled her flush against my body. A week of wanting her flooded violently through me.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily.

"I missed you," she whispered against my jaw.

"It has been one single day since I saw you at work."

"That does not count. I missed you. This. Us."

"Me too."

She took my hand, leading me to the massive, plush sofa. She sat down, looking up at me through her lashes.

"My feet are absolutely killing me. I have been in heels all day."

I smiled, dropping to my knees right in front of her. "Let me help."

I took her right foot gently in my hands. I started massaging. My thumbs pressing firmly into her high arch. My fingers working out the tight tension in her soles.

She sighed happily, leaning her head back against the cushions. "God, that feels so good."

"You work too hard."

"I had to keep busy. Otherwise, all I did was think about you."

I worked her foot slowly. The skin was impossibly soft on the top, slightly rougher on her heel where the expensive shoes had rubbed all day. It was warm from being enclosed. I could feel the delicate bones beneath the skin, the elegant arch, the way her foot curved perfectly into my palms.

My thumbs pressed deeper into the arch. I found the tight knots and worked them slowly, rhythmically. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed.

"What exactly did you think about?" I asked.

"Paris." Her face turned into a very naughty smile. "Your mouth. Your cock. How you made me feel," she quickly added.

I moved to her toes. I massaged each one individually. Pressing, rubbing, pulling gently. Her toes were slender, the nails freshly painted a soft, elegant pink. Perfect.

I brought her foot to my mouth. I kissed her smooth ankle. The skin there was incredibly delicate and thin. I could actually feel her pulse beating rapidly beneath my lips.

"What else?" I asked between soft kisses.

"How desperate I was to see you again. How much I wanted you deep inside me."

I kissed her arch. Her heel. Then I took her big toe entirely into my mouth. I sucked it gently, swirling my tongue around the nail.

She gasped sharply. "Tim..."

I released her toe with a soft pop. I moved to the next one. Kissing. Sucking. Worshipping each one meticulously. I could taste her skin, clean, slightly salty, and uniquely her.

My cock was hardening painfully just from this. From kneeling before her. From serving her. From having her elegant foot in my hands and in my mouth.

I moved to her other foot. The exact same treatment. The massage first. Working out all the built-up tension. Then the worship. Slow, wet kisses up her ankle. Up her calf.

She was breathing much heavier now. Her legs were spreading slightly on the sofa.

"I want to worship you," I murmured against her skin. "Every single part of you."

I kissed further up her calf. Higher. Reaching her soft inner thigh.

"Bedroom?" she breathed, her voice shaking.

"Yes."

Her bedroom was just as elegant as the rest of the flat. A massive, luxurious bed. More floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft, warm lighting.

We undressed each other in the centre of the room. Slow. Deliberate. A week of intense wanting making every single touch feel electric. When she was completely naked, I guided her to the edge of the mattress. She lay back, her dark blonde hair spreading across the pillows. She spread her legs wide for me. I knelt comfortably between them. I just looked at her for a long moment.

"You are so breathtakingly beautiful," I said.

"Stop staring and touch me."

I smiled. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh. Then higher. Then higher still.

My first real taste of her in a week.

She moaned loudly, her head throwing back. I guessed there was absolutely no holding back here, as there were no thin hotel walls or colleagues in adjacent rooms to worry about.

Just us.

I licked directly through her folds. Slow. Savoring the moment. She was already incredibly wet. I could taste her instantly, salt and sweet and something dark and tangy, something that was entirely Madelyn. The exact taste I had been craving for seven days.

Her pussy was gorgeous. Pink and heavily swollen. Her inner lips were much darker, sticking out proudly and glistening brightly with her arousal. Her clit was already peeking out from beneath its hood, begging for attention. I could smell her heavy musk, clean but intoxicatingly dirty.

"Fuck," she breathed, her hands tangling in the sheets. "I completely forgot how good your tongue feels."

I worked her slowly. Broad, flat, wet strokes with my tongue. Licking all the way from her tight entrance right up to her clit. Then sliding back down. Tasting absolutely everything. Feeling the different, complex textures. Her soft outer lips, the much firmer inner lips, the thick slickness of her arousal coating every inch.

She was getting wetter by the second. I could physically feel it. I could taste the change. Her excitement was rapidly building. I focused my entire attention on her clit. I circled the hard little pearl with just the pointed tip of my tongue. Very light pressure. Teasing her and making her body instinctively react to my touches.

"Oh god, yes."

I flicked it gently. Her hips instantly bucked off the mattress.

I sucked it gently into my warm mouth. She cried out loudly.

"Tell me exactly what you feel," I demanded against her wet skin.

"I feel your tongue. God, your tongue is so perfect. The way you circle my clit, the pressure, the... oh fuck!"

I slid one finger smoothly inside her while I continued to lick. I felt her pussy aggressively grip it immediately. She was incredibly hot. Wet. Unbelievably soft inside. I could feel the distinct texture of her inner walls, ridged and actively pulsing around my digit.

"More," she gasped, her legs opening wider. "I need more."

I added a second finger. She was so incredibly wet that they slid in effortlessly. I curved them slightly upward. I found that highly sensitive spot deep inside her. The soft, spongy area at the top that always made her gasp.

"Right there. Do not stop. Please do not stop."

I worked both areas perfectly. My tongue flicking her clit. My fingers deep inside her applying the exact right pressure, heavily stroking that spot. Her pussy was gripping my fingers tighter and tighter. Getting exponentially wetter. I could hear the loud, sloppy wet sounds filling the quiet room. I could feel her thick arousal completely coating my hand and wrist.

"Another finger. Please, Tim. Fill me."

I added a third. Three thick fingers buried inside her now. Physically stretching her open. She moaned loudly, a deep, primal sound.

"Yes. God, yes. That is perfect."

I fucked her ruthlessly with my fingers. Slow, deep, and highly considerate strokes. Meanwhile, my tongue worked her clit. Much faster now. Applying significantly more pressure.

She was making the most beautiful, high-pitched sounds. Moaning constantly. Gasping for air. Her hands were tangled violently in my hair. Her legs were floating in the air, trembling uncontrollably.

Then she did something incredibly subtle. She shifted her hips upward and spread her legs even wider. One hand reached back blindly beneath her arse.

A filthy hint. And I understood completely.

I gathered a massive amount of saliva in my mouth. I let it drip thickly from my lips. Past her swollen pussy. Straight down between her cheeks. Generously coating her puckered arsehole.

She gasped sharply. "Oooh, God. Yes."

I moved my face lower. I kept my three fingers actively fucking her pussy, but I shifted my mouth down. I licked a wet path past her vaginal opening. Straight down to her arsehole.

"Yes," she sighed, so softly I could barely hear it over her heavy breathing.

I licked her right there. I traced a slow, wet circle around her tight arsehole with my tongue. She was incredibly tight. The skin felt different here, much more textured, much darker. I could taste my own heavy saliva flawlessly mixed with her unique scent.

"Oooh, Tim," she reached out, blindly grabbing my arm, and squeezed it hard.

I licked it again. I pressed the firm tip of my tongue directly against her tight sphincter. Teasing the entrance with light, probing pressure. She was moaning constantly now, and it was absolute music to my ears. My fingers were still working vigorously inside her soaking pussy. My tongue relentlessly exploring her arse.

I gathered more saliva and used my tongue to expertly apply it directly onto her arsehole. I watched it pool and glisten there. Then I licked it again. It was much wetter now. Incredibly slick.

I pulled my hand back slightly. My thumb, now completely wet with her thick arousal and my own spit, slowly circled her arsehole. She instinctively pushed her hips back against the pressure.

I pushed slowly backward. Just the broad tip of my thumb. She was so incredibly tight. But she slowly opened for me. Yielding and accepting my thumb. I pulled my head back just enough to watch it completely disappear into her tight arsehole.

She moaned, a deep, guttural sound.

I pushed a little deeper, moving incredibly slowly, until my thumb was buried inside her arse to the first knuckle. I moved my head back up to her dripping pussy and placed my wet tongue firmly back onto her swollen clit. Three fingers deep in her pussy. One thumb buried in her arse. She moaned loudly as I worked both her holes simultaneously, and she began moving her hips along with my rhythm. I perfectly matched her movements to give her as much pleasure as physically possible.

"You absolutely love this, do you not?" I said between wet licks. "You love being filled up everywhere."

"Yes. Fuck yes. Do not stop. Please do not ever stop."

I worked all four points of contact. Building a frantic, unstoppable rhythm. Tongue flicking her clit. Fingers rapidly pumping her pussy. Thumb thrusting smoothly in her arse.

"You are such a dirty girl," I growled, my tongue vibrating against her clit. "My beautiful, incredibly dirty girl."

"Your dirty girl. Only yours. God, Tim, I am so close."

I felt the pressure building massively. Her pussy was clenching violently around my three fingers. Her arsehole was squeezing incredibly tight around my thumb. Her clit was swollen, hard, and throbbing directly under my tongue.

"Tim, something feels different. I think I need to..."

"Let it happen," I commanded. "I want to feel absolutely everything."

"But I think... oh shit..."

I did not stop for a second. I was entirely lost in the moment and kept the brutal rhythm going. Tongue flicking her clit relentlessly. Fingers curling deep inside her pussy, ruthlessly stroking that spot. Thumb moving steadily in her arse. Building. Building.

"Tim, I am going to... I cannot..." Her desperate words were barely distinguishable from her frantic moans and groans.

She came.

Liquid gushed violently from her pussy. This was not just wetness. Actual, clear fluid drenched out of her. Pulsing out forcefully, not just once or twice, but at least five distinct, heavy times. It completely soaked my face. It ran in thick streams down my chin and hand. It dripped heavily onto the expensive bedsheets beneath her. With massive, uncontrollable force, she pushed her hips violently against my face, and I happily let myself get buried in her gorgeous, wet lips.

She screamed loudly. Madelyn has the tendency to be vocal about her orgasms, but this scream was something new. Her entire body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down mercilessly on my fingers. Her arsehole squeezed impossibly tight around my thumb. Massive contractions rippled visibly through her entire body.

I pulled my face back slightly, entirely shocked, just watching her. She was squirting. Actually, genuinely squirting. Clear, warm fluid pulsing rapidly from her pussy with each violent contraction. There was so much of it. It ran heavily down her thighs. It soaked a massive patch into the sheets. It splashed warmly onto my chest and chin.

"Oh my god, oh my god, what is happening..." she cried out, her voice a mix of pure pleasure and utter shock. "Tim, I am... what is that?"

I smiled, incredibly pleased with myself and the completely ruined situation, and I dove right back in. I licked directly through the flood. I tasted it. It was very different from her usual arousal. It was much clearer, significantly less thick, and slightly sweeter. It just kept coming. Pulsing out heavily with each new contraction.

More liquid. Soaking absolutely everything. My face was absolutely drenched, and I loved every second of it. I could feel it running in rivulets down my neck. Her thighs were trembling violently. In fact, her entire body was shaking uncontrollably on the mattress.

I did not stop. I kept licking her relentlessly. I kept my fingers buried inside her. I made her completely ride it out. Wave after overwhelming wave. More fluid pulsing out onto my face.

Finally, the intense waves began to subside. The heavy liquid flow slowed to a trickle, then stopped. She collapsed backward onto the pillows, breathing incredibly hard, tears of pure overstimulation streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"What was that?" she gasped, her eyes wide. "I have never... did I just... did I pee on you?"

"No," I laughed, wiping my eyes. "You squirted."

"What?" She seemed completely dazed, staring at the ceiling.

"You squirted. All over my face. All over the bed. Everywhere."

She looked entirely mortified for a fraction of a second. Then she saw my expression.

"You look..." she started, a breathless laugh escaping her. "Oh my god, your face!"

I climbed slowly up her body. My face was completely soaked. Glistening under the bedroom lights. "I loved it. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. You are fucking incredible."

"Really?" She was still desperately catching her breath and suffering from intense post-orgasm trembling.

"So fucking hot." I kissed her deeply, deliberately letting her taste her own fluids right off my lips. "I want to make you do that again. And again. I want to entirely drown in it."

She laughed, a weak, happy sound. She was still breathing hard, her body trembling against mine. "I do not know if I physically can. That was... intense." She raised her eyebrows and nodded slightly, as if trying to convince herself this had actually just happened. "I honestly thought something was wrong. I thought I could not hold it."

"Absolutely nothing is wrong. That is exactly what is supposed to happen. You just needed the right stimulation."

"I have never squirted before. Not once. I never even thought I was capable of it."

"Well, now I know you are. And I am going to make you do it every single chance I get."

I kissed her again. A deep, intense, passionate kiss this time, where our wet tongues met and aggressively licked one another. She could fully taste herself. She could taste her own squirt completely coating my tongue.

"Your turn," she said suddenly, pushing me gently but firmly away.

She pushed me flat onto my back. She climbed eagerly between my spread legs.

She took my thick cock in her soft hand. She stroked me slowly. I was absolutely rock hard from making her squirt. From tasting her fluids. From the visual of all that liquid pulsing violently from her body.

"I have been thinking about this all week," she whispered, her eyes dark. "Your cock deep in my mouth."

I used my forearm to wipe away as much of her cum from my face as I could while she leaned down. In one smooth, deliberate motion, she dragged her wet tongue from the absolute base right to the tip, and then took me entirely into her hot mouth.

I let out a guttural groan to let her know exactly how much I appreciated her doing that. A full week without her mouth. A week of using my own hand while desperately thinking about her. This was absolute heaven. She pulled my foreskin all the way back and licked aggressively all around the sensitive base of my swollen head. Looking down, I could see every single thick vein in my cock, pumped entirely full of blood.

She worked me with incredible enthusiasm. Sucking hard. Drooling shamelessly. Making a filthy mess exactly the way she knew I loved. Her warm saliva was running in thick streams down my shaft. Her lips stretched perfectly around my girth while her tongue did the hidden, magical work inside her mouth. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet room. For several long minutes, she gave me an absolute masterclass demonstration in sucking cock.

Then, I felt something entirely unexpected.

Her free hand moved lower. Reaching between my legs. Slipping behind my heavy balls. Light, teasing touches. Exploring territory she had not touched before.

"Oh, shit," I uttered, my hips twitching.

She did not stop sucking for a second. She just kept touching. Gentle, agonizing circles. Teasing the sensitive skin.

Then her finger, completely wet with her own saliva, pressed lightly against my tight arsehole.

I gasped sharply. "Madelyn, what are you..."

She pulled off my cock with a wet pop. She looked up at me, her lips shining. "Trust me. Do you like it?"

The pressure was very light. Just slowly circling. Teasing the entrance. It was strange, but definitely not unpleasant.

"I... fuck... yeah."

"Can I try more?"

"Yes."

She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. She blatantly spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto her finger. More lubrication. Then she circled my arsehole again. It was much wetter now. Incredibly slick.

"Tell me if it is ever too much," she whispered.

She pressed forward slowly. Very, very slowly. Just the broad tip of her finger. I felt myself instinctively opening for her. This sensation was completely new. Strange. Intensely vulnerable. Overwhelming.

"Oh..."

"Too much?" she asked, pausing immediately.

"No. It's fine. It is just... a bit different."

She pushed in deeper. Slowly. Millimetre by agonizing millimetre. Until her slick finger was completely inside me to the first knuckle.

Then she started moving. Slowly. In and out. Just a little bit. Testing the waters.

All while her hot mouth went right back to aggressively work on my cock.

The dual sensation was mind-melting. Her hot, wet mouth ruthlessly sucking me. Her talented tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. Her finger deep in my arse, moving gently up and down.

"Holy shit, Madelyn," I groaned, unable to believe this was actually happening.

She hummed happily around my cock. The heavy vibration combined with absolutely everything else sent pure electricity shooting through my spine. She pushed her finger slightly deeper. She found a swollen spot deep inside me. She pressed firmly against it.

My entire body jerked violently off the bed. "Do not stop," I commanded blindly.

She pulled off my cock, gasping for air, but kept her finger moving steadily inside me.

"Does it feel good?" she panted.

"It feels intense. Like, really fucking intense."

"Good intense?"

"Yes. Do not stop."

She went right back to sucking. Much faster now. Her finger actively working deep inside me. Pressing rhythmically against that highly sensitive spot. The sensation was completely overwhelming. entirely new. My cock felt harder, thicker than it ever had in my life. Every single nerve ending was completely on fire.

I desperately wanted to tell her that I was going to cum, but I physically could not speak anymore. I felt my entire body trembling. Every muscle locking up. She sucked harder. Moved her slick finger faster. Pressed much harder against that spot inside me.

I wanted to move my arm and tap her gently on the head to signal that I was about to erupt, but I could not move my limbs anymore. I was entirely possessed by this intense, blinding feeling racing through my body and completely claiming it.

"I am..." were the only coherent words that I could utter.

She did not pull off. She did not stop. She just kept going. Mouth vacuum-sealed on my cock. Finger thrusting in my arse.

I came.

The orgasm absolutely ripped through me. Completely different from any I had ever experienced. It started deep, deep inside my core. Radiating violently outward. Pulse after massive pulse. It was significantly more intense. It lasted much longer. My whole body was shaking more violently than I thought possible.

I came completely down her throat. I felt the boiling hot cum race through the tip of my cock with such massive speed that it must have shot right to the very back of her throat. She kept sucking relentlessly. Kept her finger pressed firmly inside me. Expertly milking the massive orgasm. Forcing it to last.

Finally, the intense waves began to subside. I collapsed backward onto the pillows, completely gasping for air.

She pulled off incredibly slowly, her lips parting with a sticky sound. She pulled her finger out gently. She looked at me, her cheeks slightly bulged with my massive load in her mouth. Then, maintaining burning eye contact, she deliberately let some of it drip out. It ran thickly down her chin. Onto her pale chest. Down onto her heavy breasts. She reached up and actively rubbed my warm cum directly into her own nipples. Completely coating them. Making them glisten white under the lights.

"Fuck," I breathed, utterly mesmerized. "That is so incredibly hot."

She swallowed the rest with a loud, visible gulp. Then she looked down at her own breasts. Completely covered in my cum.

"I wanted to feel it on my skin," she whispered.

I pulled her up by her waist. I kissed her deeply. I tasted my own salty cum right off her tongue. I looked down at her beautiful breasts. My thick cum shining on her hard nipples.

"You are absolutely perfect," I said.

We lay there for a long moment. Both desperately recovering. Both breathing incredibly hard.

Not even five minutes later, a wicked idea hit me.

"Come here," I said, sitting up. "I want to try something."

I stood up. I took her soft hand. I led her directly toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

"Tim, what are you..."

"Trust me."

The glittering city lights of London spread out endlessly below us. Tall buildings directly across the way. Dozens of lit windows where people might easily look out and see us.

I positioned her right in front of the cold glass. Her back was to me.

"Put your hands flat on the glass," I ordered.

She did. She looked at me in the dark reflection. Complete understanding dawning in her eyes.

"You want to fuck me right here? Pressed against the window?"

"Yes. I want to watch you take it in the reflection. I want to see the entire city right behind us. I want to risk someone seeing us."

She smiled, a feral, dirty curve of her lips. She spread her legs wide. "Then do it. I am completely yours. Do whatever you want with me."

Something fundamental shifted in that exact moment. Her saying those words. Entirely meaning them.

I stepped forward and pressed flush against her back. My hard cock pressed right against her swollen pussy. She was still incredibly wet. From squirting so heavily. From her intense arousal. From my own cum flawlessly mixed with everything else.

"You are so fucking wet," I growled in her ear.

"Because I need you. I have needed you inside me all week. Now fuck me."

I pushed inside. One long, brutal stroke. Buried completely to the hilt.

We both let out a loud moan. We watched ourselves intently in the reflection. The glass was cool against her palms. Her hard nipples pressed to the pane. The blurry city lights shining brightly behind us.

"Fuck, I missed this so much," she gasped. "Missed feeling your cock deep inside me."

I started moving. Slow, agonizing thrusts at first. Watching us. My hips pistoning forward. Her soft body pressed securely against the glass. The dark reflection showing absolutely everything we were doing.

"You feel so incredibly good," I murmured, kissing her shoulder.

"You feel perfect. God, Tim, you fill me so perfectly."

I thrust harder. The loud, wet sound of skin slapping skin echoed. The heavy window actually vibrated slightly under our weight.

"What if someone sees us?" I asked, my voice dark.

"I do not care. Let them watch you completely ruin me."

I grabbed a fistful of her hair. I pulled her head back gently but firmly, exposing her neck. She gasped sharply.

"You like that?"

"Yes. God, yes. More."

I pulled slightly harder. It was not painful. Just firm. Completely controlling. She moaned in submission.

"Tell me exactly what you want," I demanded.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to entirely use me."

"Use you?"

"Yes. I am yours. You can do absolutely whatever you want with my body."

I thrust harder. Much faster. Intently watching her flushed face in the reflection. The way her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The way her eyes squeezed shut and fluttered open with every brutal thrust.

"You are so breathtakingly beautiful like this," I said.

"I am your girl."

"My girl."

I reached around her waist. I found her swollen clit. I rubbed it firmly and rhythmically while I ruthlessly fucked her from behind.

"Oh god, yes..." she wailed.

"What else are you?" I pressed.

"I am your..." she hesitated for a fraction of a second.

"Say it."

"I am your slut."

Hearing her actually say the word made my control snap. I fucked her infinitely harder. "That is right. My dirty little slut."

"Yes. Your slut. Your dirty girl who absolutely loves your cock."

I thrust deeper. Harder. "My dirty, incredibly rich girl who loves getting brutally fucked."

She moaned much louder, her breath fogging the glass. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

"What would your fancy family think if they saw you acting like this?"

"I do not care. I do not care about anything in the world except this. Except you inside me."

I wanted to mark her. I gathered a large amount of saliva in my mouth. I leaned forward and deliberately let a thick, heavy string of drool drip directly past her ear, landing right inside her open mouth.

She swallowed it greedily, licking her lips. "Yes," she hissed. "Make me messy. Completely mark me."

I leaned over her shoulder. I let another thick drop of saliva fall heavily onto her puckered arsehole. I watched it pool and glisten in the reflection.

My thumb instantly found her slick arsehole. I pressed the broad tip firmly against the tight ring.

"Please," she begged, grinding back against my hand. "There too. Fill me up everywhere."

I pushed my thumb smoothly inside her arse. Not entirely deep. Just to the first knuckle. Just enough to stretch her while my thick cock relentlessly pounded her soaking pussy.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that is... it is too much... do not stop!"

"You love it. You love having your tight arse played with while I destroy your pussy."

"I do. God, I am such a complete slut for you."

"My slut. My perfect, filthy slut."

I fucked her brutally. My thumb thrusting in her arse. My hand furiously rubbing her clit. My cock pistoning deep in her pussy. All three points of intense pleasure working flawlessly together.

"Tell me you want my baby," I commanded, my voice raw.

"I want your baby."

"Say you want me to breed you right now."

"I want you to breed me. I want you to completely knock me up."

"Right here? Against the window in your fancy flat? You want me to put my baby inside you?"

"Yes. God, yes. Breed me. Fill me up. I do not care about anything else. Just you. Just this."

I was getting incredibly close. An entire week of wanting her. Of needing her. It was all rapidly building to a breaking point.

"I am going to cum," I warned loudly.

"Do it. Breed me. Fill me up. Make me entirely yours."

I thrust as deep as I physically could. I pressed my thumb deeper into her tight arse. I rubbed her clit as hard as I could.

"Tell me how it feels," I grunted, my body locking up. "Tell me what it feels like when I fill you."

And then I came.

"It feels so hot," she screamed, watching us in the glass. "I can feel you shooting inside me. It is so thick. It is filling me up completely. You are breeding me!"

Pulse after massive pulse of boiling hot cum pumped aggressively into her womb. Filling her completely. Breeding her just like she asked.

She came violently alongside me. Triggered entirely by feeling my heavy release. Her pussy clamped down like a vice. Milking my shaft. Taking absolutely everything I had to give.

"Yes, yes, fill me, breed me, oh god!"

We stayed entirely locked together against the glass. Both of us shaking violently. Both of us gasping for air. The window was freezing cold against her flushed skin. The bright city lights blurred below us. Our ruined reflection showing absolutely everything.

I pulled out incredibly slowly. We both watched intently in the window's reflection as my dark cock emerged. Still half-hard. Completely glistening wet with our fluids.

"Turn around," I commanded softly. "I want to see."

She turned slowly. She leaned her bare back against the cold window. The sudden chill of the glass made her gasp sharply. She spread her legs wide for me.

I knelt on the hardwood floor. I watched closely as my thick cum immediately started to leak from her swollen pussy.

First, one heavy, thick drop. Then another. Stark white against her flushed pink flesh. Dripping slowly down her inner thigh.

"Fuck," I breathed in awe. "Look at that."

She looked down at herself. "I am so full of you."

"You look so incredibly good like this. Completely used and entirely filled with my cum."

More leaked out, a steady, messy stream. I could not stop watching. The visual was beyond incredible. My seed dripping freely from her body. The ultimate physical evidence of what I had just done to her.

"Touch it," she whispered.

I reached up with two fingers. I caught the dripping, warm cum before it could fall further. Then, I slowly, deliberately pushed it right back inside her dripping hole.

She gasped loudly. "Yes. Keep it inside me."

"I want you completely full of me. I want my cum resting deep inside you."

"I am full. So incredibly full."

I fingered her very gently. Actively working my own cum deeper inside her canal. Both of us watching in silence. My fingers disappearing completely inside her. Coming out heavily coated in thick cum and her clear arousal. Pushing right back in.

"This is so incredibly dirty," she breathed, her eyes dark.

"You love it."

"I do. God help me, Tim, I fucking love it."

We finally made it back to the bed. Barely. We still could not stop touching each other for a single second.

She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down. We kissed. Deep. Desperate. Soul-searching.

"Again," she whispered fiercely. "I need you again."

"Already?" I laughed softly.

"I have waited an entire week. I need much more of you."

I was already hardening again against her thigh. She reached down with a sure hand. She expertly guided me directly inside her. She was still incredibly wet from earlier. From my thick cum. From her continuous arousal.

This time we lay face to face. Very slow. Intensely intimate.

"I missed you so much," she said, her voice breaking slightly.

"I missed you too."

We moved flawlessly together. A gentle, rocking rhythm. Looking deeply into each other's eyes.

"Tell me exactly what you are thinking," she whispered, brushing my hair back.

"I am thinking about how completely obsessed I am with you. How absolutely crazy you make me."

"I am crazy for you too. Completely fucking crazy."

"Why?" I asked genuinely. "Why are you so insatiable for this?"

She looked at me. She really, truly looked at me, stripping away every defence.

"Because I have never been able to be this raw with anyone in my entire life. This real. All my life I have had to be absolutely perfect. Polished. Say the exact right things. Date the correct people. Be the exact person my wealthy family wanted."

She paused. She moved her hips slowly, deliberately, ensuring she kept me deep inside her.

"But with you... I can just be me. I can be messy and primal and entirely real. You do not judge me for being dirty. You actively love it. You make me feel completely free."

I kissed her softly. "You are free. With me, you are always free."

"I am your dirty girl."

"My beautiful, perfect dirty girl. My perfect slut."

We came together again. Much slower this time. Gentler. But the emotional weight made it incredibly intense.

When it was finally over, we did not separate. We just stayed entirely connected. Holding each other fiercely in the quiet room.

We lay completely tangled in her expensive sheets. Both of us covered in sweat, spit, and drying cum. Completely and utterly wrecked.

"Holy fuck," she breathed into the silence.

"Yeah."

"That was..."

"I know."

Silence stretched for a long moment. Just the sound of us breathing. Processing the absolute madness of the evening.

Then she laughed, a bright, clear sound. "How was work today?"

The question was so jarringly normal. So absurdly mundane after the absolute filth of what we had just done against her window.

I laughed too, pulling her closer. "Absolute torture. Sitting directly across from you in that strategy meeting. All I could think about was doing exactly this."

"Me too. I desperately wanted to climb right across the boardroom table and kiss you in front of absolutely everyone."

"That would have been a catastrophic HR nightmare."

"Totally worth it, though."

More comfortable silence.

Then she shifted slightly in my arms. "Tim?"

"Yeah?"

"My period should have started exactly three days ago."

My heart completely stopped beating in my chest. "Should have?"

"It is officially late. It could just be stress. It could be all the travel. It could be..." She paused, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "I could be pregnant."

I processed that heavy information. Three days late. We had had unprotected sex how many times in Paris? And just now. Twice. Breeding her exactly like she begged.

"How do you actually feel about that?" I asked, choosing my words very carefully.

"Scared. Excited. Completely terrified. Happy. Totally confused. Absolutely everything all at once." She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "You?"

"The exact same. All of it."

"What do we do?"

"We wait. We see if it comes. If it does not... we go buy a test. And if that is positive... we figure it out."

"Together?"

"Of course together. I am not going anywhere."

She curled tighter into my chest, letting out a long breath. "Stay tonight?"

"Yeah. I will stay."

We lay there in the dark. Her safe in my arms. Both of us wondering about the future. Both of us scared. Both of us hoping. Both of us not entirely sure which outcome we actually wanted more.

Outside, the massive city of London hummed with continuous life. Inside, we slowly drifted toward an exhausted sleep.

Whatever the hell happened next, we would face it together.