She really should be more careful.  She needed to be vigilant when it came to taking her birth control.  She needed to make him wear condoms when she wasn’t sure.  Her lifestyle was not one that was easily adapted to a family.  She had too much going on.  She didn’t want to give up cigarettes.  She had a business to think about.  Paradise was the last place she’d feel comfortable raising a child.  She had no support network.  She wasn’t married; she wasn’t even in an official relationship.  She didn’t want to become her parents.  She didn’t want to be the reason why someone grew up hating themselves.  As much as she liked kids, she just knew better.  She wasn’t cut out for that.

But goddamn, was it easy to second guess everything when Dude was balls deep in her.  If anything, situations like this should prove her point.  She was face down on a ratty mattress.  The fitted sheet was currently crumpled beneath her, barely hanging to three of the corners of the mattress and completely given up on the last.  Not only did the springs squeak, but the foundation of the trailer did too.  She swore she heard gunshots earlier, but she also heard Dude panting, the smack of him planting his lips behind her ear, and him muttering about how good it felt to be inside of her or about how he was gonna fill her up.  The worst part?  It was that she wanted it.  She wanted him to empty his balls in her.  She wanted to feel the warmth of him blowing a load in her.  She didn’t care if he’d caught her slipping.  She could pick up Plan B on the way home or something.  She needed him to nut in her.

It shouldn’t be this hot.  The word “breed” popping in her head when she thought of what he was doing to her shouldn’t make her shiver and clench around him.  But it did.  That primitive part of her that wanted nothing more than to carry his little redheaded brat was beating the shit out of the logical part that tried to remind her that he probably still didn’t know her name.  Everything about it was so damn wrong, yet it felt so right to be pinned beneath him.  Her fist clenched around the wayward sheet, as if holding on to some fabric could ground her to reality.

“You good down there?”

“Great,” she lied through gritted teeth.

“Sure?  You’re too quiet,” he whispered, breath hot against the shell of her ear.  The lips ghosting over the skin raised goosebumps all over.  “What’s going on in that pretty head, hm?”

She shook her head.  Hell no.  Absolutely not.  She couldn’t even open her mouth, lest some dumb shit about him knocking her up fall out of it.  The last thing she needed to do was let him catch on.  If he knew what her body was craving?  She’d never live it down.  She could hear it now… that sultry, sarcastic voice of his remarking that she was glowing… His hands, rough from years of hard living, smoothing over her middle with a crooked smirk on his face.  She buried her face in the pillow.  It was stupid.  She wanted to scream at how weak she got from just thinking about it.  If he knew that she—his hardened, dominant bitch of a fuck buddy, his Mistress— both feared and fantasized about what would happen if she were to relinquish the tiniest bit of control for just a few minutes of pleasure, she’d lose any leverage she had over him in this arrangement.  What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Dude didn’t press the subject, just hummed behind her ear and brought his lips down onto her nape once again.  She was grateful he didn’t last long; it didn’t give him enough time to harass her for an answer.  His climax was building; she could feel it.  His cock was swelling inside of her, pulsing with every erratic thrust.  He was about to pull out… She knew he was, and that only made her milk him harder.  She didn’t want it on her back, making a fucking mess of her.  She didn’t want to waste a drop.

His hands squeezed her hips as he slowed to shallow, cautious ruts.

“You’re like a goddamn vice tonight,” he said through puffs of breath.  “Gonna rip my dick off at this rate.”

 “S-Shut up and cum already,” she huffed.  “I’m close.”

“Deal.  You gonna ease up so I can pull out?”

“You’re not pulling out.”

It was possible that Dude was hiding something too.  Maybe he had been thinking about this just as much as her, because the moment those words fell from her mouth, his grip on her tightened, his balls drew up, and his dick spasmed.  She arched up against him, moaning.  Her own orgasm crashed over her the second she felt the warmth of his seed flood her.  She collapsed onto the mattress a sweaty, twitching mess.  He slumped on top of her, leaving his cock deep inside as it softened.

“Holy shit…”  Dude was out of breath, but still trying to force words out.  Eventually, he gathered enough strength to push himself off of her.  He propped himself up by the headboard and reached for the pack of cigarettes and the ash tray from the nightstand.  After lighting one and smoking it, he offered it to her.  She rolled over onto her back and took a drag before passing it back. 

“Y’know,” he said, pointing at her with the cigarette.  “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get knocked up with a stunt like that.”

She laughed at the absurdity of his statement, ignoring the way her clit throbbed at his words.

“Good thing you know better, huh?”