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For the backstory on these characters, check out the first set of stories:
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Jenny giggled a bit, shyly, in contrast to the woman who’d been screaming underneath me just a couple of minutes ago. “So, uhh, you discovered one of my kinks there.”

“I sure did. Breeding, eh?”

She blushed, which just added to her glow. “Yeah.”
“It’s one of mine, too. Or at least it is now.”

“Yeah?” Jenny asked with genuine interest.

“Yeah. Even though I barely know you – or maybe because of that – the idea really got me going.”

She hugged me tightly. “Well, you don’t have to worry. I really am protected, at least as well as medicine can do. And you may have only known me a few hours, but you know some big things about me. Things I haven’t been able to talk about with anyone else.”

“Me too.” I kissed her, softly. “Me too.”

She paused, and then I felt a distance come up between us, although she hadn’t moved. “What time will you need to leave? Tonight, or in the morning?”

“Neither. I’m going to call my boss and tell her I won’t be able to make it to this client. I have a ton of PTO saved up, and there are other people who can do it. And I really don’t want to go.”

Jenny looked at me with a combination of panic and excitement.

“Don’t worry. I’m not moving here or proposing or anything. I just…I’ve been unhappy, and lonely, for a long time. I hadn’t realized that until today. I need to make some changes.

“I’d like to stay here and spend time with you, if you’re interested, at least for a bit. I’ll go if you want me to, or if I annoy you, of course. But I need to rethink some things, and…”

Jenny kissed me again, a big smile on her face. “Of course you can stay. The shop is closed tomorrow – we can talk and I can show you around and we can see how we feel when we’re not, y’know, doing this.”

“Good. Though I’m not done doing this with you, not by a long shot.”

“You’d better not be.” She reached down and grabbed my wet and sticky cock. “I have some ideas that I think you’ll really like.

Three Months Later

“Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder! Goddamnit, pound that cock into me!” This was our third session of the night, and each one had been more intense than the last. Something had gotten into Jenny tonight – other than as much cum as she could extract from my balls – and I was doing my best to match her. Right now, she was bent over the couch, her legs spread as wide as they would go. Her hips were gonna bruise from how tightly I was gripping them and her ass was red from me banging into it over and over (not to mention a few well-timed smacks). We were both covered with sweat and were breathing hard. I could tell from her moans that she was getting close, and I was doing my best to hold back shooting into her so that we could cum together.

“Yeah, baby. Yeah. Feel my cock in your tight pussy. You’re going to cum so fucking hard and then I’m going to explode in you. You’re going to scream so loud that the neighbors call the police.”

“I am. I fucking am. Oh god, I’m getting so fucking close. You fuck me so fucking good! Now tell me what I want to hear, baby. Tell me. Tell me.”

She squealed as I pounded with all my force. “Yeah. You want it, don’t you? You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I want your fucking cum. I want it so fucking bad.”

“Where do you want me to cum, Jenny? Where?”

“Cum in my pussy, you bastard! I stopped taking birth control last week and you’re going to fucking knock me up when you cum!”

“You’re goddamned right I will. You’ll get big and fat and you’ll want me to fuck you more and more.”

“Fuck me now! Fuck me!”

I reached under her and grabbed her tits, lifting her to me. I pinched her nipples as I pounded her. With her ear closer to me, I could whisper in her ear, in contrast to the screaming we’d both been doing. “Come for me, my love.”

Jenny cried out as her pussy started convulsing around my cock, and I matched her both by screaming and coming. I ground my hips into her and spurted into her over and over. I wasn’t sure how I had that much left in my balls after what we’d done earlier that night, but I did, and I gave it all to her.

When she could breathe again, she turned around and took me in her arms to kiss me. We were panting and hot and sweaty and sticky in lots of methods, and all I wanted was to keep touching her everywhere as long as she would let me.

Reality intruded eventually, as we both needed some water and a trip to the bathroom. We went back to the living room – not wanting to even consider the mess in the bedroom – and Jenny collapsed in my arms on the couch.

She looked into my eyes and smiled. “You do mean that.”
I kissed her nose. “I do. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

We’d said those words to each other for the first time earlier that day. I had wrapped up my work early and had gone over to the distillery to help Jenny out. She’d come around the corner, hair falling into her eyes, carrying a crate of bourbon and looking like the Queen of all she could see. She saw me waiting for her and smiled, and that’s when I knew for sure.

“Hey Jenny?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Her breath caught for just a second, but other than that, she didn’t lose a step. “I love you too, baby.”

She put the crate down right where it needed to go and walked over to me. She took my hands in hers and leaned up to whisper in my ear. “Wanna play ‘Let’s Make a Baby’?”

Hours later, there we were, having played three glorious rounds of one of our favorite games. When not playing, we were both on the same page – that if children were in our future, it would be a time when our relationship was much more firmly established and we’d talked about it not in the throes of lust. That allowed us to get as wild as we wanted during playtime.

NSFW: yes

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