Stephanie

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I was being torn asunder by him, his cock going so damn deep inside me that I was sure he was actually going to hurt me this time.

He wasn't. It was just the feeling, that tinge of danger, that made him all the more delightful to enjoy. My pussy was quick to clamp around him. I guessed my body knew better than I did what I wanted. It wanted Trevor, and that fleshy thick rod he called a penis.

Trevor was just an all out sensory assault. Every little nerve on my body was being driven wild by something. From the twisting of our tongues, to his hands digging into my ass, to the way his body was pressing against mine. My arms were wrapped around his head, my legs were wrapped around his ass. He was mine, and the bastard wasn't going to get away from me. He was going to fuck me. He was going to make me cum, and with the way it was all going, it really felt like I was about to cum harder than I ever had in my young life.

"Please, fuck me, you bastard. Don't you fucking stop, don't you dare."

"Not in a million years, babe." He was pumping into me, and my head fell back as I gasped.

"My clit, please, my clit," I was growing more incoherent by the second, but I had to hope he understood.

With one hand, he held me up, stroking my clit.

One time. Just one time, and I was screaming for him. That sudden explosion ripping through me, God, I was so overwhelmed.

This man was the one who could make me cum so damned easily.

"You liked that, huh? I'm not done with you, Stephanie, not by a long shot."

I returned his gaze with exhausted, tired eyes. He knew how to drain my energy, but he also knew how to inspire me. "Give me your best shot, Mr. Train."

"Oh, you're going to challenge me, huh? You'll regret that. No, you probably won't. I'm going to make you cum like you never came before, babe."

With the challenge made, he hooked one of my legs over his arm, and the other. I was still pressed up against the wall, folded up like an accordion with hot water rushing down between us.

Another kiss, and he was already going right back at me. Hammering at me, I was so damn wet at this point he didn't need to show any restraint. In the situation I was in, he was in total control, all I could do was try to hold on for dear life.

Rocking back and forth, huge blissful tidal waves rolling in and out of me. It's painful in a way, yet wonderful all at the same time. He was coming at me with greater and greater ferocity, and I was singing for him. I wanted him to take me as hard as he possibly could, use me, abuse me, fuck me like the non-stop machine that he was.

"Harder, Harsher, Heifer, Har..." I was murmuring again, even I could tell I wasn't making much sense.

Trevor understood. Fucking hell, that guy understood me so well.

His spear never stopped going deeper into me. He was holding onto himself so goddamn well.

This couldn't be real. Nothing should feel this good, it just shouldn't be possible. Every orgasm I have with him feels like the best one I had ever had in my life.

"You gonna cum for me again? Give me the hat trick? The three-peat?"

There was a smirk on his face, as if he was mocking me for daring to enjoy the way he was so deftly slamming his cock into me again and again.

"Yes, yes..." I didn't know if I was responding him properly or just saying the words my most base lizard brain could form to keep him going.

"I want you right there with me, Stephanie. I want you to cum when I do."

"You – you close?"

"Fuck, I've been close the entire time, babe. You do these things to me. I've just been holding back, because I want you there with me when I finally get there."

He never stops thrusting into me this whole time, pushing me to my limits. I feel compelled to try to hold back, as incredibly difficult as it seemed to be.

Trevor's trembling right there with me, both of us right on the edge of something amazing. My teeth grit, as I desperately try to hold on.

Finally, mercifully, the words come.

He leans in, his sweet hot breath still subtly tickling my ear. "Cum for me, Stephanie. Cum on my fucking cock."

I didn't need to be told twice.

Every single muscle in my body tenses so overwhelmingly, deep into my core, feeling myself close around him. Feeling him shudder right there with me, his loud groan audible even through the water and my own blissful screams. As I enjoy that searing joyous sensation shooting through my body, I feel that even hotter warmth erupt inside of me. Filling me. Engulfing me, a wonderful pleasure all in itself.

It's enough to make me somehow cum harder than I already had. God, I really am his little cum slut, aren't I?

The Train is finally milked completely dry, and I can feel him overflowing down there, like he really did have two weeks’ of seed saved up for me.

As our own shouts of ecstasy calmed down, we kissed, our lips only meekly touching one another. After all that, he just wanted to be close.

With the last bit of strength he had, he carried me over to a corner, and sulked down, letting me use his body as a mattress. He was still embedded deep inside me, and I knew that he was in no hurry to get out.

I didn't particularly mind.

Not like I had to worry about him knocking me up anymore.

We sat there in the corner, the hot water flowing down on us. The only sound was the showers running, there was nothing else, just the silence of us enjoying the presence of the other.

It felt like a few hours before anyone said anything. Maybe we even fell asleep there, I don't know. When I was with Trevor, time didn't really matter.

"So, uh, we're engaged now," he murmured, almost as a passing thought.

"Yeah," I said, my eyes still closed, it being too exhausting to open them.

"We're going to be living under the same roof."

"That's how it usually works, yes."

"How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done then? Shit, you being there, no more hiding, no more worries, just freedom to fuck all day."

"I'm sure you'll find the time to go be a big massive football star."

"I don't know. Peeling myself away from you seems really, really hard."

"I believe in you, Trevor. I think you can find the willpower to stop fucking me and go do your job."

"Jesus, I guess if you say so, babe."

Short, soft laughs. We couldn't manage much more.

I realized I should be telling him something. The chances weren't exactly presenting themselves. It was hardly something I would drop mid-coitus or anything like that. "Um, uh..."

"What's up?" He looked my way.

"So you know how much we enjoy one another sexually? You know, so much so that we forget condoms? Or pulling out? Or doing anything remotely resembling safe sex?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Look, I'm sorry, I just get caught up in the moment with you..."

"No, no, I'm fine with it. I like it. Too much, really. We're both reckless idiots, and sometimes things happen because of it."

"Things happen?"

"Um... so I went to the doctor a few days ago. I was feeling a little off and lethargic. So I thought I'd get that checked out and..."

"Is this going where I think it's going?" He was staring right at me.

There was a tinge of fear. This was a big deal. Was I really sure of how he would react?

"Don't go silent on me, Steph."

"Um... yeah. So... like, when we have lots of unprotected reckless sex..."

"I know how the birds and bees work, babe. We've been having plenty of lessons on the mechanics of it all."

I decided to just spit it out, no matter how abrupt it was. "I'm pregnant."

What did I expect? I really, really didn't know. I was head over heels for Trevor, but I wasn't about to pretend to know everything about him. I knew this could be a breaking point for a lot of couples.

"I thought your breasts were bigger. That explains it."

"Huh?"

"Huh, what?"

"That's all you have to say about it? You know, me being pregnant? Me carrying our child? The fruits of our wild nonstop fucking?"

"Babe, what is there to say? I'm going to be there for you. I said it out there in front of everyone. My goals in life are family, future, and you. Our child? That's all three. I'm all about that shit."

I snickered. He caressed my hair, softly rocking me back and forth.

"Seriously, though, you're going to be sexy as fuck with that big baby belly, babe. Fuck, really, how am I supposed to live with you like that without fucking you twenty-four/seven? You've just made it even harder."

"We'll make it through, Trevor. Somehow, some way, you'll manage to do something with your life other than fuck me."