Chapter 15: Pregnancy Risk & Creampie Obsession

The bedroom door was locked, the overhead light off, and only the bedside lamp cast a low amber glow across the sheets. Jake had left for an overnight shift at the warehouse an hour ago; the house belonged to us until morning. Rachel lay on her back in the center of the bed wearing nothing but the thin white tank top she’d slept in the night before, the hem already rucked up to expose the soft curve of her belly and the smooth, bare lips of her pussy. Her thighs were parted just enough for me to see the faint sheen of arousal already gathering there. No panties. No protection. She had told me two days earlier, voice barely above a whisper over the phone, that she’d flushed the last of her pills down the toilet.

I knelt between her legs and ran my palms slowly up the insides of her thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. My cock rested heavy against her mound, thick and flushed, the head nudging her clit with every slow breath I took. She looked up at me, eyes wide and steady, no longer hiding behind the old shame. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw as if memorizing the moment.

“I stopped everything,” she said, the words hanging between us like a vow. “No more pills. No more pretending it’s safe. If you come inside me tonight ... it could happen.”

The admission sent a fresh surge of blood straight to my cock. I leaned down, bracing my weight on my elbows so our faces were inches apart, and kissed her—slow, deliberate, the kind of kiss that said this was no longer just blackmail. Her lips parted under mine, tongue sliding warm and eager, tasting of the mint tea she’d sipped while waiting for me. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest.

I shifted us then, sitting back against the headboard and pulling her into my lap. She straddled me, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of my hips, and sank down until the thick head of my cock pressed against her entrance. We stayed like that for a long moment—lotus, face-to-face, her arms looped around my neck, my hands cupping the generous weight of her ass. Her breath feathered across my lips.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, guiding her hips in a slow circle so the head of my cock rubbed back and forth along her slick folds without sliding inside yet.