What S One More

She knows she shouldn't let herself be led into bed with Tom when she's so drunk but she's hot and horny and the shots make his asshole behaviour seem like a distant memory.

It's not long before he has her on all fours, tight dress pulled up to her waist. He'd already pulled the top half down earlier in the hall and her hanging breasts have hickies forming from his rough attention.

"I knew you'd come back for my cock," he growls as he pounds into her. "No matter what I say to you, you'll come crawling back for my thick cock."

"So thick," she moans, not truly understanding what he's saying. She just wants him to keep going.

"Such a fucking slut," he says and grabs her scrunched up dress in one hand and uses it to pull her back into his cock. "I can't wait to show you your place."

She should probably be upset with that. Usually that means something bad. But if she gets upset he'll stop and she really doesn't want him to stop. So she just moans at the new pressure.

"Gonna fill this tight cunt until everyone knows who you belong to," he says. She's not sure how he can get any deeper inside her but she'll welcome the feeling, already half way to incoherent. "And you'll fucking love it. You'll love every moment just like you were born to." He's really slamming her back into his cock now, "You'll get addicted to it like every girl does and then you'll never fucking leave."

She moans into the sheets. She's already addicted to his cock but if he wants to try and get deeper inside of her she isn't going to complain.

He becomes too focused on drilling his cock inside her to continue and her drunk mind is filled with pleasure. Tom always fucks her so good no matter how much of an asshole he has been. Sometimes better when he's meaner but she'll never admit that. His next sentence manages to break the haze she's in.

"I hope you're ready for a baby," he groans. That catches her attention.

A baby? Surely he wouldn't...

Before she can even think to move he holds her down and seconds later he's flooding her womb.

She gasps. She can feel him shooting his load deep inside her. It's new and terrifying and exciting. She's never felt it before and can't help but notice how much her body likes it.

It's just biology. It doesn't have to mean anything.

He tries to press deeper inside of her and her body reminds her how close to her own orgasm she was. She presses back against him without meaning to. She doesn't want him to think she wants his cum (even if her a small part of her does) and fucking herself onto his dick or orgasming will definitely send that message.

She can actually feel when he stops cuming but that warmness doesn't disappear. It seems to settle deeper inside of her.

She's so focused on that new feeling that she doesn't feel his hand move until it's on her clit. She can feel herself squeeze him in response.

Not good, she thinks. She's still laying down with her ass high in the air. Gravity pulls his seed towards her cervix and every bit of pleasure opens it wider and wider. Female orgasms are made to suck in seed and that's exactly what Tom is aiming for.

She should probably stop him or try to get away but her brain is slow and connecting the dots took long enough for her to already be at the edge. She's moaning unabashedly and his dirty talk really isn't helping.

"Come on, babe. I know you want to. Open up that fertile little womb of yours and take me in."

Pleasure overwhelms her and she doesn't notice much else for a while.

When she's a little more coherent he manoeuvres her to ride his cock. She really really shouldn't. But she's drunk, and he's hot, and she just came and he just came inside her so what's one more time going to hurt? She's either pregnant already or not. Another load of cum isn't going to change it. It's the first one that counts. She thinks that's what one of her exes said anyway.

Tom watches her, hands behind his head. The look on his face says he's never going to let this go which fucking sucks because he's bad enough as is. He's already in the habit of bringing things she's let him to do her up and now everyone is going to know what a slut she is.

Technically, they know already. She keeps letting her asshole of an ex fuck her, after all.

"That's it, bitch, ride my cock."

"Don't call me that," she manages to mumble. She's honestly surprised she can form words at all.

"Why? It's what you're acting like. A bitch in heat. One shot of cum and you were gone. I was expecting to have to sneak at least two into you, cum slut."

She moans at the mention of it. That delicious heat had sent her higher than she's ever been before and she desperately wants it again. She won't risk it a second time, so she has to get it now.

She wishes he would stop talking and fuck her again. She's too drunk to form a steady rhythm and too wobbly to push back down with much force.

He seems to read her mind because he flips her onto her back and slams inside of her.

"Guess they were right. All a girl needs is a bit of cum to calm her tits. God, I can't wait until your tits are bigger."

She can't even bring herself to wonder who 'they' are. She's so close and the way he pounds into her has always felt so good.

He slams into her one last time, his tip right against the opening of her cervix. She flies over the edge at the first shot of cum. He groans and tries to push deeper inside of her, like he can push past that barrier and shoot his fertile seed directly into her womb.

She probably shouldn't feel sad when it ends but she does and she feels empty when he pulls out of her. He wipes his dick on her thigh.

"I'm heading back to the party. I've got someone else to apologise to. You have my number when you want another load."

She doesn't watch him leave, just lies there and tries to catch her breath.

When

you want another load. She can't even be mad. She already wants another go. And it doesn't feel like the alcohol is driving the feeling. She'll probably need to get this drunk again to be able to blame it on something in the morning but god, she's so fucked.