Chapter 299: Chapter 299

The room was dim, city lights filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the bed. I turned to her, cupped her face, and kissed her slow at first—lips brushing, tongues teasing—then deep and hungry, teeth nipping, her soft moans vibrating into my mouth. She pressed her body against mine, tits crushing to my chest through her shirt, hands fisting my sweater like she wanted to rip it off.

“God, I missed this,” I growled against her lips, one hand sliding down to squeeze her ass. “Missed you. Running away like that… you scared the shit out of me.”

She pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark with lust and a flicker of guilt. “I had to protect you… all of you.”

I kissed her harder, backing her toward the bed until her legs hit the edge. “And now I’m gonna make you forget you ever thought about leaving. Make you scream my name until you promise never to run again.”

Her breath hitched, a soft whimper as I shoved her shirt up over her head. No bra—her tits spilled free, full and heavy, nipples stiff. Pregnancy had made them even more sensitive, a little rounder. I cupped one, thumb circling the nipple, and she arched into my touch like lightning shot through her.

“Evan—fuck—that feels…” She trailed off, moaning as I pinched lightly.

I leaned down to suck her nipple into my mouth. I flicked it with my tongue, sucked harder, and she cried out, hands flying to my hair.

I stripped the rest of her clothes off—jeans and panties peeled down her legs, revealing her smooth pussy, already glistening, lips swollen with need. She was beautiful, that tiny pregnant curve on her belly making me even harder.

I pushed her back onto the bed until she was lying flat on her back, legs spread wide. I stripped my own clothes fast, cock springing free, thick and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Kim’s eyes locked on it, lips parting like she was starving.

I crawled over her, settling between her thighs, spreading them wider with my knees. “This pussy is mine, Kim. This body is mine. This baby is mine. You don’t run from me. Ever.”

I lined up and thrust in deep, bottoming out in one stroke while she lay beneath me in missionary. Kim screamed, back arching off the bed, pussy clenching like a vice around me. Pleasure 45 made every inch feel like fire for her—she was already shaking, eyes rolling back from the first thrust.

“EVAN—oh god—it’s too much—”

I started slow, long strokes that dragged every inch out, then slammed back in. “Too much? This is what you get for leaving. Feel that cock owning you, Kim. Feel it deep in that pregnant pussy. Carrying my baby and still so fucking tight for me.”

She moaned, hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in deep enough to leave marks. I leaned down, sucked her other nipple hard, tasting the faint sweetness there—pregnancy had made her leak a little, and I lapped it up greedily, groaning against her skin.

“You ran to protect me?” I growled, pounding harder, hips snapping with every thrust. “Now I’m protecting you—from ever thinking you can leave again. This pussy is mine. This body is mine. This baby is mine.”

Kim’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering. “Evan—oh god—I’m close—gonna cum—”

“Yeah, cum for me, baby,” I rasped, slapping one of her tits hard, watching it jiggle and turn red. “Cum all over this cock. Let me feel that pregnant pussy squeeze me like a good girl. You don’t get to run anymore—cum for me now.”

She arched, back bowing off the bed, a desperate cry ripping from her throat. “EVAN—FUCK—I’M CUMMING!”

Her whole body seized, pussy clamping down like a vice around my cock, spasming wildly. She gushed hot and wet, soaking my balls and the sheets beneath us, hips bucking up to meet every thrust. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks as she screamed my name over and over, legs shaking violently, toes curling, nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.

I didn’t stop. Kept pounding through it, slapping her other tit, watching it bounce, the red handprint blooming on her skin. “That’s it, baby—milk me—cum harder—show me how sorry you are for running.”

She sobbed, body convulsing in wave after wave, pussy fluttering so tight it nearly pushed me out. “EVAN—YES—FUCK—I’M STILL CUMMING!”

I groaned, thrusting deeper, grinding against her front wall, thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. “Keep cumming, Kim. Don’t stop. Let it all out. This is your punishment—cumming until you can’t breathe.”

Her scream turned into a broken wail, body locking up again, another hot rush flooding around me as the orgasm rolled on, endless, her pussy squeezing in rhythmic pulses that made my vision blur.

I rode it out, slowing just enough to let her feel every inch drag through her spasming walls, then sped up again, slapping her tits lightly, watching them jiggle.

She finally collapsed back, panting, eyes glassy, body still twitching with aftershocks.

I didn’t stop, thrusting through it, drawing out every pulse until she was sobbing. “That’s one, baby. Give me more. Punish yourself for running by cumming on this cock.”

She nodded frantically, voice breaking. “Harder—punish me—fuck, Evan, I’m sorry—”

I flipped her over without pulling out, onto all fours, and started from behind. Doggy style now, deeper, rougher. I slapped her ass sharp, the crack echoing, her flesh jiggling under my palm.

“Take it like the naughty girl you are,” I rasped. “Running away? Leaving me worried sick? You’re gonna pay for that with every orgasm.”

She pushed back, moaning. “Yes—punish my pussy—breed me again—fuck, it’s so good—”

I slapped her ass again, the crack sharp, her flesh jiggling under my palm. “You think you can just take it like that?” I growled, thrusting harder, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back, arching her spine deeper. The other hand reached under, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Pleasure 45 turned every touch into fire for her—each slap, each pinch sending electric shocks straight to her core.

“Tell me why you’re being punished, baby,” I rasped, slowing just enough to grind deep, letting her feel every inch stretch her. “Tell me why you’re cumming like a filthy little slut on this cock.”

She whimpered, voice breaking. “Because… because I ran—fuck—Evan, I’m sorry—I left you—”

I slapped her ass harder, the red handprint blooming brighter. “And what do naughty girls get when they run?”

“They get… fucked—punished—oh god—”

I pinched her nipple again, twisting just enough to make her cry out. “That’s right. They get fucked until they can’t think about leaving. Until they remember who owns this pussy.”

Her breath hitched, body trembling, pussy fluttering around me. “Evan—I’m close—gonna cum again—”

“Yeah?” I growled, thrusting faster, balls slapping her clit. “Beg for it. Beg to cum on my cock like the dirty pregnant slut you are.”

“Please, Evan… make me cum—punish me—let me cum on your cock—please—”

I slapped her tit this time, watching it bounce, then pinched both nipples hard. “Cum for me, Kim. Cum hard. Show me how sorry you are. Let that pussy squeeze me like you mean it.”

She shattered.

Her whole body locked up, a raw scream tearing from her throat—”EVAN—FUCK—I’M CUMMING!”—as her pussy clamped down like a vice, spasming wildly around my cock. She gushed hot and wet, soaking my balls and the sheets, hips bucking back to meet every thrust, legs shaking so hard I had to hold her up. Tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks, voice breaking into sobs as wave after wave crashed through her, body convulsing like she’d been electrocuted.

I kept pounding through it, slow and deep, drawing out every pulse, every tremor. “That’s two, baby. Look at you—cumming like a good little slut while pregnant with my kid. Dirty girl. You’re gonna give me two more before I fill you up.”

She sobbed my name, body still twitching, but her hips rocked back weakly, chasing more even as she panted. “Evan… please… more…”

I grinned, slapping her ass lightly again. “Oh, we’re not done yet.”

She sobbed my name, body convulsing, but I kept going, hips a blur, cock slamming home. “More. Give me three.”

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Thrust in deep, grinding against her front wall. She was a mess—sweat-slick, cum-leaking, eyes glassy.

“Fuck my pregnant pussy,” she begged, voice breaking. “Punish me with your cum—breed me deeper—”

I went faster, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. She came a third time, body seizing, a raw wail as her pussy milked me, gushing like a fountain.

I slowed just enough to tease, then sped up again, thumb finding her clit and rubbing tight circles. Kim’s breath hitched, eyes rolling back.

“Evan—oh god—I’m close again—gonna cum—”

“Yeah, cum for me, baby,” I growled, slapping her thigh lightly, then pinching her nipple hard. “One more. Give me one more. Let that pregnant pussy squeeze my cock like the good girl you are. Show me you learned your lesson. Cum hard—gush for me.”

She arched, back bowing off the bed, a desperate cry ripping from her throat—”EVAN—FUCK—I’M CUMMING!”—as her pussy clamped down like a vice, spasming wildly around my cock. She gushed hot and wet, soaking my balls and the sheets beneath us, hips bucking up to meet me, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. Her legs shook violently, toes curling, nails raking down my back as wave after wave crashed through her, body convulsing like she’d been electrocuted, pussy fluttering in endless pulses that nearly pushed me out.

I rode it out, thrusting slow and deep, drawing every last tremor from her until she was sobbing my name, voice broken, body twitching with aftershocks.

“Four,” I groaned, voice strained. “You’re such a good little slut for me, Kim. Cumming like this while pregnant with my kid? Dirty girl.”

I was right there.

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