Personally, I blame hormones.

The same dangerous cocktail of chemicals that left me acting like a sobbing mess a week ago—and a heinous bitch the week before that—has now made me literally fucking insane.

Like, there’s some idiotic trigger-happy piece of grey matter deep within my lizard brain that’s overriding every rational thought I might have right now.

Every part of me that should be telling me that I’m crazy—that this is some truly ridiculous bullshit, and that sane women don’t go having babies with strange doctors who fold their laundry—those parts of me are apparently hanging out back with the rest of my freshly pleated La Perlas.

Because every part of me in Rainier’s bed right now is spread across his mattress and dripping onto his sheets while I look at him like a wild animal freshly uncaged.

“Fuck me! Fuck me pregnant like you fucking mean it!” I yell at him, sitting up and leaning into him.

He doesn’t say anything back. He just takes a fistful of my hair in one hand and his cock in the other. And he smacks me across the fucking face with it.

A mix of my saliva and his precum smears across my cheek on impact.

He’s big enough and thick enough, and he hit me with his dick hard enough, that I’m knocked back onto the bed after his shaft connects with my cheekbone.

He puts his palm down on that little space in the center of my belly, just between my ribs, and holds me down while he moves between my thighs.

As for me? I’m just laying back, seeing hearts and stars.

A man like Rainier can smack me with his dick any day.

“Is this what you want, Sabrina?” The heel of Rainier’s hand massages the lowest of my ribs, then moves in a circle around my belly to show me where our child might grow if he succeeds. “You want me to put a baby right here?”

“What I want,” I tell him, wiggling my hips so my cunt can press up against his massive dick, “is for you to put your cock inside me—”

Expertly, I grind my pussy up his shaft. I’m so fucking wet that I slide right up—and when I slide back down, I’m impaling myself on his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Rainier grunts as he feels his man meat enter me.

“That’s right,” I urge him. “Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me, cum inside me, get me pregnant, and then—”

He grabs me by the throat.

By the fucking throat!

His fingers hold it just tight enough that everything goes all soft and glowy. It makes my cunt feel like a bowl full of gummy bears that have just been nuked in the microwave: hot and gooey and sticky sweet.

“No.”

He uses his hold on my throat as leverage to thrust his cock really fucking deep inside me, like balls deep. As deep as a dick can go—and since he’s the biggest I’ve ever had (easily)—he’s totally going where no man has gone before.

Oh, yeah. It’s a full Neil Armstrong kind of fuck.

All I can do is whimper, pant, and try to keep my wits about me for long enough to milk his cock with my pussy.

“No?” I ask, breathing nice and shallow.

“Fuck, no,” he repeats. “You’re not in charge here anymore, Sabrina. You asked for this, you fucking horny slut. Now, you have no agency in it. No fucking choice.”

Oh, god. I’m totally getting off on that. I’m like, beyond getting off on that.

“Gonna make me take it?” I rasp, watching the way his nostrils flare as his tip presses harder and harder against my cervix. “Gonna force me to get pregnant…Daddy?”

And let me tell you—that bit? That fucking does it for him.

I see a glint catch in his eyes. Like turning on the living room lights when you come back to a totally dark apartment.

Daddy’s home.

“That’s exactly right, you little slut,” Rainier growls, claiming my lips with his kiss. “You’re giving me a baby. Tonight. Right fucking now. And Daddy’s the one who’s in charge.”

It’s like making love to a jackhammer. A sexy, gorgeous jackhammer with the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. I wonder if our kid is going to have those eyes.

Then, he makes me cream so hard around his cock that I don’t have any bandwidth in my brain to think about anything at all. The orgasm leaves my whole body shaking.

No—not even shaking. Thrashing. I’m caught up in a seizure of pleasure—pleasure so intense and fucking foreign to me that I wind up in a spasm against the shores of his sexiness, like a fish out of water.

“That’s it, babydoll,” he says through his teeth. “Come for Daddy. Come. COME!”

It’s seriously too fucking much.

Because the second I stop coming, he starts ordering me to come again.

And here’s the really crazy thing.

Crazier than the ridiculous way we met.

Crazier than the fact that he’s going to put a baby in me when he sprays his thick, fertile, billionaire doctor cum into my slutty womb.

No, the really crazy thing is that when I finish coming, he tells me to come—so I start coming again.

Ovulation has left my sense of smell heightened, so every breath of him I breathe in is completely fucking intoxicating. My nipples are hard and tender, and they rub gloriously against his chest hair while he plows me so hard into the mattress that he might as well be fucking me into the floor.

And my cunt—my slick, hot, ovulating pussy is throbbing around him like it’s trying to jack him off instead of letting him fuck me. So when he comes—when he finally shoots me so full of his salty seed that I can practically taste it in the back of my throat—my pussy is so happy, I nearly fucking cry.

Hormones, right?

“God,” Rainier breathes heavy over me, wrapping me up in his thick, sexy arms.

“That felt amazing. In fact…it’s my professional opinion that we should do it again.”

His cock throbs inside me, making me gasp.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Immediately,” he adds, and we smile at each other like two teenagers freshly in love.

What can I say? Doctor’s orders.