I feel something slide through my center, and I lift my top leg to open a bit wider, making more room. My eyes flutter open just as Heath’s cock slides inside of me from behind. I whimper when one of his hands wraps around my breast and the other goes straight to my clit.

“Heath,” I rasp, pushing back against him.

He grunts. “Goddamn, your ass feels so good, push it against me, Sugar,” he rasps against my neck. His tongue snakes out and tastes me.

I do as requested and push against him, taking more of him inside of me. “Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers working my clit, faster. “Close, Sugar, get there,” he growls against my neck.

Just his words, ramp me up, bringing me closer toward my climax. My hips start to jerk beneath his touch and I let out a long moan as I come around him. I can feel my pussy clench, trying to keep him inside of me.

Heath groans. “Fuck yes, squeeze me, Kinsley.”

When he stills inside of me I feel his cum fill my body as his cock twitches. “Mine,” he grunts.

We stay connected, our breathing labored as we attempt to catch our breath. My entire body freezes when I feel something leaking onto my thighs. I’m completely awake now as realization dawns on me that he didn’t use a condom. No wonder it felt so damn good, no wonder I want to stay exactly where I am, and don’t want to leave.

“Fuck,” I hiss, attempting to pull away from him.

His arms tighten, keeping me firmly placed against him, and his cock firmly placed inside of me. “What the fuck, Kinsley?” he growls against me.

“Condom, no condom,” I whisper.

He chuckles, his lips touching the side of my neck. “Yeah, never using one again, Sugar.”

“I’m not on birth control,” I growl struggling against his arms.

His arms flex around me, continuing to hold me tightly against him. He flexes his hips and I groan, giving up my fight. “Don’t care, Kinsley. I don’t give a single goddamn fuck. Filling you full of my cum felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced before in my life,” he states.

“That’s nice and all, but what about pregnancy?” I breathe as he continues to slowly fuck me from behind.

Heath moans behind me, his teeth sinking into my neck and gently sucking. “You’re mine, Kinsley.”

He states his words as if they’re a fact, like they are absolute and indisputable. I’m his, therefore he can do what he wishes, including impregnating me. I try to say these words aloud, but my thoughts quickly turn incoherent as I climb closer toward a second release. His fingers work my clit, harder and faster than before, then he begins to lightly slap me.

I whimper, my body shaking as it is taken over by another climax. When Heath stills inside of me I feel his release fill me yet again. “Mine,” he growls.

Kinsley leaves my house, giving me a long kiss. Her body is sated, her eyes glazed over from her morning orgasms but there’s something wrong with her. I have a feeling it’s the fact that I fucked her bare this morning and didn’t freak out at her mention of pregnancy.

She doesn’t know what it means to be mine yet. She doesn’t know that my fantasy, which will soon become reality, will be to keep her here with me always. To keep her naked and at my side.

I power on my computer, logging into my system for the day. I have a whole list of shit to do, none of which I particularly want to do, but it pays the bills. I’m an online research biologist.

Spending my youth in labs, and away from society made it easy for me to transition into this career. I don’t like leaving my little world. Not only can everything be brought directly to me, but I can make decent money without having to deal with some of these fucking assholes that roam the earth.

My mind drifts back to Kinsley, and how quiet she was leaving me this morning. I have no doubt that I’m going to have to go to her tonight. I don’t anticipate that she’ll come bouncing over to my place with open arms.

I know that I’ll have to remind her who she belongs to. Hopefully soon she’ll accept it and accept how I want us to be. I want her here, with me, always.

Lifting my hand behind my head, I rub the back of my neck. I want to keep her. I don’t like her being away from me. In fact, I feel fucking sick to my stomach that she went to work this morning.

I’m able to work past three in the afternoon. The rest of the day, I pace in front of the window. I watch and wait for Kinsley to come home. The later it grows, the more pissed off I become. Glancing down at my watch, I growl when it shows that it’s after seven in the evening.

Giving up my vigil, I walk into my backyard and hop the fence into hers. It only takes me about two seconds to break into her house. The back lock easily picked, mainly because she didn’t fucking lock the deadbolt. Silently, I walk into her bedroom. Sitting down on her bed, I wait for her.