Hannah tilted her head to the side. “So, should we start tonight?”
Vincent looked at her, hesitated, and laughed. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
Hannah had been trying to get pregnant for so long in her last relationship, but it had never happened for her. She knew she didn’t have many years left to make it happen, so she had met Vincent on Tinder and asked if he might be open to the idea of impregnating her. His profile had said he was kinky and open-minded, after all.
“I’m totally serious!” she said, combing her fingers through her straight brown hair. “I’m ovulating. Doesn’t the thought of fucking me raw turn you on? Your cock bareback in this pussy, your cum going deep inside me. . .”
Vincent smirked at her and didn’t say anything as he began to undress. He had met Hannah only a few days ago, and here he was at her house, getting ready to knock her up. Her desperation didn’t make a lot of sense to Vincent, but what did it matter? Here was this beautiful, sexy woman begging for his cum. Who could resist?
They began to kiss on Hannah’s bed as the sunset shone dim rays of pink golden light through the blinds. Hannah was already thinking about asking him to stay the night. She would increase her chances of getting pregnant if he came in her again the next morning.
Things escalated pretty quickly, with Hannah soon guiding Vincent’s big cock towards the entrance of her pussy. He looked down to watch himself slide inside of her, groaning as he did so. She was so damn tight.
Hannah wrapped her legs around Vincent’s back, pulling him in against her as he started to thrust.
“Fuck, Vincent,” Hannah said breathlessly, her hands running up and down his spine. “You’re so big!”
She sunk into the bed, letting herself enjoy every second. She read that if the woman has an orgasm, it would increase her chance of getting pregnant. This didn’t seem like too much of a problem with Vincent.
“Oh, fuck!” she whimpered loudly, as Vincent sat upright and pulled Hannah’s legs over his shoulders. His cock was buried even deeper inside her now.
“Yeah, you like that?” said Vincent, looking into Hannah’s eyes and watching them roll to the side, clearly turned on.
He started fucking her faster now, pulling out and slamming back into her, encouraged by Hannah’s sexy moans and ragged breathing.
“That’s. . . fuck! Right there. . . yes. . . Vincent. . .”
Hannah came harder than she thought she would, her entire body tensing up and then relaxing into the deep sensation that melted through her like an ocean wave spreading out from the center of her body. Vincent’s thrusts slowed to a steadier, gentler rhythm now, and he dropped her legs so he could bend forward and kiss her.
“You are gorgeous,” he said softly.
Hannah watched him turn his attention back to her pussy now, and she could hear that his breathing was getting shallow and fast. It would only be a matter of seconds now.
“Tell me how much you want this cum,” moaned Vincent.
“Fill me up, baby,” Hannah said, sighing. “I want to feel that cum deep inside me, knocking me up. Knock me up, Vincent.”
He never thought those words would turn him on so much, but they did. Within seconds, he was twitching inside Hannah’s soaking wet pussy, long spurts of cum coating her inside, filling her deeply. Hannah pulled him in against her, making sure every bit of sperm went as deep as it could in her pussy.
Finally, Hannah released him, and Vincent pulled out slowly, moaning as he did so.
“Holy shit,” he said, laughing as he clutched at his chest. “That was amazing.”
Hannah smiled up at him, not moving from her position on her back. “It really was. Now do me a favor and get me a pillow to put under my hips.”
Vincent helped adjust Hannah so that her lower body was slightly elevated, in order to help his cum stay inside of her. Something animalistic had been unlocked inside Vincent. The idea of helping to get this stranger of a woman pregnant by fucking her repeatedly without a condom was not something he had expected to happen in his life, but he was glad that it did.
“So what do you think?” asked Hannah, batting her lashes at Vincent. “Do you want to stay the night? We can try again in the morning, and plus I can make you breakfast.”
Vincent looked at her, unable to resist her adorable, freckled face. “Let’s do it.”
The next morning, Hannah felt Vincent’s hard cock pressing up against her ass as he cuddled her in bed. She stirred gently, Vincent moaning into her ear.
“Put it in me,” she said, her voice rough from waking up. “Let’s try to get a baby in me again.”
Vincent didn’t hesitate. He reached down for his cock, sliding it underneath Hannah’s ass and into her pussy, which was warm and sticky. He began to rock his hips against her, slowly and lazily, the way morning sex tended to be. Hannah sighed with pleasure, closing her eyes and letting her body relax around Vincent’s thickness.
“Tell me how much you want it,” whispered Vincent, reaching around to pull Hannah even closer to him.
“Mmm, I want it bad. I want to feel my pussy flood with your cum. And I want you to do it over and over again, until your sperm takes.”
Vincent moaned hearing this and imagined fucking Hannah for days on end. He thought about his cock unprotected in her pussy, giving her load after load as she wrapped her legs around him or pulled his hips closer against her.
“Ahhh, shit!” Vincent cried, unable to hold it in any longer.
“Yesssss, baby!” Hannah said happily. “Cum in me!”
He couldn’t see it, but she was smiling as he came, hoping beyond hope that this was the time that knocked her up. Although, she thought to herself that she wouldn’t be too disappointed to continue having sex with Vincent. She had really lucked out in that department.
Hannah told him to keep his cock inside her for a few minutes, and he happily obliged. They relaxed into their spooning position as he began to soften inside her before finally sliding out.
“You had mentioned breakfast,” said Vincent, and Hannah laughed.
After a few minutes of lying on the bed with her legs up in the air, Hannah finally got up to make Vincent a big breakfast.
“You’re going to need your strength,” she said, scooping him out some scrambled eggs.
“Why’s that?”
“You’re coming back over tonight.”
Hannah winked at him as he took a sip of coffee at her kitchen table. Vincent thought about this for a second.
“What’s in it for me?” he said, teasingly.
“You get to cum inside this pussy over and over. Isn’t that the best?”
Vincent pulled her against him as she came over to the table where he sat, refilling his coffee. He lifted up her oversized t-shirt and ran his fingers along the soft slit of her pussy.
“It really fucking is. . .”
“Did it work?” asked Vincent a few weeks later, shooting off a text to Hannah as he got onto the train in the evening.
Hannah had told him she’d be taking a pregnancy test earlier that day, but he hadn’t heard anything.
“YES!!!!” came the reply. “Thank you so much! You are the best xoxoxo.”
Vincent grinned, feeling happy for her, but also disappointed that he wouldn’t be going back to her house to fill her with cum anytime soon. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t going to miss that.
What he said, though, was, “Congratulations! I’m happy to help.”
