Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter One

I woke up with that familiar ache between my legs, the kind that lingers like a promise. Tom was still asleep beside me, his breathing steady and soft, the covers tangled around his waist. The room was dim, early morning light sneaking through the blinds, and I lay there for a moment, letting the soreness wash over me. My pussy felt tender, stretched from yesterday's quickie in the office—Marcus bending me over the desk, his thick cock slamming into me until I came so hard I saw stars. I could still feel the ghost of his cum inside me, dried and sticky, a secret reminder that made my clit throb even now.

I shifted slightly, and that's when it hit me. My period was late. Three days. I should have started by now—I'm like clockwork, always have been. A jolt of panic shot through me, but it wasn't just fear. No, it was something darker, hotter. The thought of his seed taking root, swelling my belly with something that wasn't Tom's... God, it made me wet. I pressed my thighs together, feeling a fresh rush of slickness. What kind of woman gets turned on by a pregnancy scare? Me, apparently. The dirty, slutty part of me that craved being filled, claimed, bred like an animal.

Tom stirred, rolling over to face me. "Morning, Em," he murmured, eyes half-open, smiling that sweet, sleepy smile. He leaned in for a kiss, his hand sliding up my thigh under the sheet—gentle, familiar, boring.

I kissed him back, but my mind was already elsewhere. "Morning," I whispered, arching just a little as his fingers brushed higher. He took it as encouragement, rolling on top of me, his body warm but soft, his cock half-hard against my hip. He nuzzled my neck, murmuring how beautiful I was, how much he loved waking up to me.

It was nice. Safe. Predictable.

He slid my nightgown up, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked. I moaned for him, faking the intensity, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushed into me—slow, careful, like he was afraid to break me. His thrusts were steady, rhythmic, hitting that shallow spot that barely scratched the itch. I rocked my hips, clenching around him, digging my nails into his back just enough to make him groan. "You feel so good, baby," he whispered, kissing my ear.

But all I could think about was Marcus. His thick, veined cock stretching me wide, pounding me until I screamed. Filling me with hot, thick loads that dripped out for hours. The scare amplified it—my body betraying me, maybe already changing, growing something from him. I came suddenly, harder than Tom deserved, my pussy spasming as I imagined Marcus's cum taking hold, making me his in a way Tom never could.

Tom finished right after, grunting softly, collapsing onto me with a satisfied sigh. "That was amazing," he said, kissing my forehead before rolling off to shower.

I lay there, his cum mixing with whatever was left of Marcus's, feeling empty despite it all. The scare buzzed in my head like a drug. I should be terrified. Instead, I was horny. Desperate for more.

The drive to work was torture. Every red light had me shifting in my seat, thighs pressed together, nipples hard against my lace bra. I wore a tight red dress today—low cut, hugging my curves, hem short enough to show thigh when I crossed my legs. No panties, of course. I wanted to feel ready, exposed, like the slut I'd become.

Marcus was at his desk when I walked past. He looked up, eyes flicking over me—lingering on my cleavage, the way the fabric clung to my ass. "Morning, Ms. Harper," he said, voice smooth, a hint of that cocky edge I'd started noticing. Like he knew he could have any woman he wanted, and I was just the latest notch.

"Morning," I replied, my voice breathy. I felt his gaze on my back as I headed to my office.

The morning crawled. Emails blurred on my screen. My mind kept drifting to the calendar app on my phone—I'd checked it three times already. Late. Definitely late. The panic twisted into arousal again, making me throb. What if? The thought of my belly rounding, breasts swelling, all because of him... I squeezed my thighs under the desk, biting my lip.

By eleven, I couldn't take it. I buzzed him. "Marcus. My office."

He walked in, closing the door behind him. Locked it without asking. His eyes raked over me as he approached the desk, that playboy smirk playing at his lips—like he knew exactly why I'd called him, and he was already half-hard thinking about it.

I didn't waste time. I stood, rounded the desk, and pulled him in for a kiss—hungry, desperate, my hands fumbling with his belt. "I need you," I whispered against his mouth, unzipping him, pulling out that thick, heavy cock. It sprang free, already hardening in my hand, veined and dark, the head glistening.

He groaned, big hands sliding up my dress, finding me bare and dripping. "No panties again? You're such a needy little slut, Emily."

His words sent a shiver through me. I stroked him fast, dropping to my knees on the carpet. My mouth watered at the sight—long, thick, perfect. I took him in, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling around the head. He tasted salty, musky, like pure sex. I sucked greedily, bobbing deep, gagging as he hit my throat. Drool spilled down my chin, soaking my dress, but I didn't care. I wanted him messy, wanted to choke on him.

He fisted my hair, thrusting gently at first, then harder. "That's it, take it all. You love this cock, don't you?"

I hummed around him, eyes watering, nodding yes. The scare fueled me—the idea of his cum doing something permanent, forbidden. I pulled off with a pop, gasping. "Fuck me. Please. Fill me up."

He hauled me up, spun me around, bent me over the desk. My dress hiked up, ass exposed. He spread my cheeks, thumb circling my clit before sliding two fingers inside—easy, no resistance. "So wet for me already. You been thinking about this all morning?"

"Yes," I moaned, pushing back. "Give it to me. Cum inside me."

He lined up, the head nudging my entrance, then thrust in hard—one smooth slide until he bottomed out. I cried out, biting my arm to muffle it. He felt huge, stretching me perfectly, filling the emptiness Tom could never touch.

He started pounding—deep, rough strokes that made the desk creak. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him. "You want my cum? Beg for it."

"Please," I gasped, voice breaking. "Fill me. Give me every drop. I need it inside me."

The words spilled out, driven by the scare's dirty thrill. I didn't tell him why—just begged like a whore. He growled, pace quickening, one hand reaching around to rub my clit fast. I came hard, pussy clenching around him, squirting a little onto his slacks. He didn't stop, fucking me through it until I was trembling.

"Here it comes," he grunted, slamming deep. His cock pulsed, hot ropes flooding me—thick, endless, spilling out around him as he kept thrusting. I milked him, grinding back, wanting it all.

He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from me. "Look at that. Filled you good."

I stayed bent over, panting, feeling it run down my thighs. He zipped up, smoothed his shirt, that playboy confidence radiating—like this was just another conquest, another woman begging for his load.

"Back to work?" he asked, voice casual.

I nodded, straightening my dress, cum still leaking. He left, door clicking shut.

I sat down gingerly, the mess soaking into my skirt. Opened my laptop like nothing happened.

But inside, the scare burned hotter. Late. Filled. What if?

Lunch came and went. I barely ate, nausea hitting suddenly—mild, but there. I blamed coffee, but my mind raced. Period app said overdue. The thought made me throb again.

Home that evening, Tom made dinner—pasta, wine, his usual sweet self. "Rough day?" he asked, kissing my neck.

"Just busy," I lied, forcing a smile. The nausea lingered, but so did the arousal. I felt full, dirty, his cum still inside me.

Bedtime, Tom initiated again—gentle kisses, soft touches. I let him, but my mind was on Marcus. He slid into me, steady and safe. I faked moans, clenched around him, came thinking of being bred.

He finished, cuddled me. Asleep fast.

I slipped to the bathroom, locked the door. Stood in front of the mirror, hand on my belly. Late. The scare twisted into kink—imagining it growing, Marcus's. I hiked my nightgown, fingers plunging deep into the mix of their cum. Circled my clit fast, rough.

I came whispering his name, hips bucking.

The hunger was worse now.

Tomorrow, I'd beg for more.

Chapter Two

The app on my phone glowed in the dim morning light as I sat on the edge of the bed, Tom still snoring softly beside me. Five days late now. The fertile window stared back at me—starting today, peaking tomorrow. My pulse quickened, not with dread, but with that dirty heat pooling low in my belly. The scare had flipped a switch; every thought of Marcus's cum taking hold made me throb. I imagined my body changing, breasts heavier, belly rounding—all from him. Tom's childless seed never stood a chance against that thick, potent load.

Tom stirred, stretching with a yawn. "You up early. Everything okay?"

"Fine," I lied, smiling as I slipped my phone away. He pulled me in for a hug—warm, safe, vanilla. His hand slid down my back, cupping my ass gently, but it did nothing. I kissed him goodbye minutes later, his nice-guy peck lingering on my cheek as he headed to work.