His old bedroom is pretty much bare except for some sports posters on the walls and a simple queen-sized bed. There’s a desk pushed against one wall and a dresser, but otherwise it’s barren, like his father threw away anything personal a long time ago.

He shuts the door behind us as I turn to him. “This is it?” I ask.

“This is it,” he confirms. “This is where all the magic happened.”

“I bet teenage-Elias would be losing his shit just to have a girl up here.”

He grins at me. “I was cleaning up as a teenager. Maybe when I was like ten.”

I roll my eyes. “You were always such a stud, huh?”

“Exactly.” He steps up to me, pulling me by the hips, pressing his body close to mine. “Want to find out?”

“Yes,” I say, my voice a hoarse whisper, and he kisses me again, this time more slowly, more passionately.

I know this is strange. His father is passed out drunk downstairs, possibly suicidal, possibly violent, who knows? Definitely self-destructive. This house is so empty and yet so full of memories, and I know he hates it here, and yet he kisses me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to touch me. There’s something so seductive and addicting about it. I know it’s a little wrong, but I still can’t help myself.

I let him pull my shirt off and kiss my neck before he pushes me back down on the bed. I watch as he unbuckles his jeans and I hurry to get mine off. I’m impatient for him and he smirks as I get them off. When I’m finished, he’s in nothing but his boxer briefs as he leans over top of me, kissing my lips, his hand in my hair. I pull him closer as his other hand slides down between my legs. I groan as he slowly begins to rub my pussy over my panties. I’m dripping wet already and they’re ruined, but I couldn’t care less as he pushes them aside, fingers deftly working me, making my back arch.

“Do you like this?” he whispers. “Do you want me to get you off right here in my old bedroom with my piece of shit dad passed out downstairs?”

I groan a little as he slides his fingers inside of me. “Yes,” I admit. “God, yes.”

“It’s dirty and it’s hot,” he whispers in my ear. “And that’s why you like it. You want it to be a little wrong.”

“No,” I whisper, but I know he’s right.

His other hand slowly moves down to my throat just as his fingers press deep into my pussy, pulsing and sliding, fucking me and making me groan.

“You love it,” he says. “This right here, this is what you really want from me. You want me to put another fucking baby inside of you, and I’m going to.”

I gasp as he kisses me, fingers deep in my pussy, and I know I’m totally lost. He pulses his fingers again before sliding back down to his knees, face between my knees. He pulls my panties off and I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the side as his tongue finds my clit, lapping me up, licking and sucking, making me gasp.

He’s right, I know he’s right. I want him to fuck me and get me pregnant over and over and over, and how fucked up is that? God, it feels so good so be such a dirty girl like this. I reach down and grasp his hair, pulling it tight as he tongues me, fingers still inside of me, licking and sucking and fucking and making me moan so loud and deep that I think his father might wake up downstairs.

But I don’t have time to worry about that, because he pulls back, grabbing my hips, and turns me around. He gets me on all fours, makes me look over my shoulder at him, and slowly presses his cock between my legs.

I groan as he fills me from behind. I fall forward, face in the covers, breathing in the smell of detergent and the accumulation of years living in his room. I groan as he slowly starts to fuck me, sliding in and out, stretching me apart, breaking me to pieces.

I grip the covers hard with my fists as he slaps my ass. “I love this pussy,” he says. “I’ve never had a fucking tight pussy like this one. It’s trying to rip me apart, you know that? And I want it to, god, it feels so fucking good.”

He slaps my ass hard again, pulls my hair, makes me grunt. Pleasure and pain and confusion and intensity all well up inside of me and make me moan. It’s so intense I can barely breathe as he pulls me up against him, making me turn to kiss him, his cock buried inside of me.

He starts to grind and fuck me again, pushing me forward, fist in my hair. He pulls it back tight, rocking his hips, sliding his thick cock in and out of me. Pleasure rips through me now and I buck my hips back against him. My nipples are hard and my pussy’s dripping wet, making it easy for his big cock to slide in and out, pushing deeper, making me groan.

He pulls back suddenly and grabs my hips, lying down on the bed and pulling me on top. I spin around, letting him see my ass as I straddle his hips. He grunts and slaps me as I slide down onto his cock, taking him deep and tightening my thighs.

I close my eyes, enjoying his pressure, before I start to ride him faster. I work my hips back and forth, up and down, rocking around on his cock, feeling him fill me. His hands run down my back, fingers digging into my skin as I keep going, faster and faster. I’m sweating, moaning, out of my mind with pleasure and joy.

He pulls me back and thrusts inside. I let him fuck me like that, his hands in my hair, my hands supporting myself on his body. He fucks me hard before pushing me off, onto my side.

He pushes up against me and lifts my top leg. He slides himself inside of me and fucks me from behind like that, leg in the hair, one hand on my throat and the other on my thigh.

I groan, hair thrown back, pussy pulsing with him. He fucks me rough and grunts in my ear. “Every second I’m inside of you is the best second of my life,” he whispers in my ear. “God damn, I want to fill you up, make you scream.”

He shifts again, this time getting me on my back. His hands on my breasts, his lips on my neck, his cock slowly sliding between my legs. He moves my hands up above my head and pins them there before he starts to fuck me faster again, pleasure blooming deep and slow.

I move my hips against him and I grind my clit. I can feel it building, that intensity, the passion. I know I’m going to come and can’t help myself. His eyes are burning with need and I know he’s close too.

“Go ahead,” he says. “I can see it in your face. I can hear your moans getting louder. Come for me, you fucking dirty girl. Come for me.”

I groan and gasp and say his name as he fucks me rough, like an animal, my hands pinned down. I’m controlled, completely exposed to him, and he leans down to bite my nipple and tease me, hips still rocking, cock still thrusting. I let him pin me there, completely dominated and controlled, as my orgasm consumes me.

I lose track of time and events as I come, the pleasure pulsing all through me. I feel him coming too, although distantly. He fills me, hot and fast, and we come together, slowly fucking and moving and writhing as the orgasms overwhelm us both.

We finish together and collapse onto the bed, a tangle of sheets and sweat and bodies. He holds me tight, kissing my neck, lips near my ear.

“I meant it,” he whispers. “Every word.”

I nuzzle tight against him, terrified of how I feel. It’s like everything that’s been happening is starting to make sense, even if nothing is resolved. It’s like this baby inside of me, this man pressed against me, it was all meant for something. It was meant for me, to make me better, to make me happy.

I’ve been so afraid of him, afraid of taking what he’s offering me. I’ve been afraid of a future that I thought I could never have, but now that it’s here, now that I’m in his childhood bed, letting him hold me, letting his words ring through my ears… I know I shouldn’t be afraid. Even if this is dangerous, I shouldn’t be afraid.

He wants to put another baby in me. He wants to do this for real, to make this longterm. That’s how I interpret his words at least. He’s done nothing but show me his sincerity and try to get to know me, and it’s time that I let down my walls.

I look up into his gorgeous eyes and kiss him softly. “We should go before your father wakes up,” I say.

He grins. “Yeah. Guess so. But I’d rather stay right here for a while.”

I kiss him again. “Me, too.”

“Really, though. On the way out, grab whatever looks valuable. That asshole won’t notice.”

I laugh again, kiss him again, and decide to do whatever he tells me to.