Stories From Santa Carla (Lost Boys Imagines Book 2) - Redone

Kinktober 2020 - The Boys - Breeding Mini Imagines

So much that you accidentally moaned for him, “Breed me, please.” Dwayne had you folded over, hand planted on your upper back in doggy style as he worked his length into you. Slick covered balls had been slapping against your pussy until he had paused just for a second.

At this point you hadn’t cared what you said, fingers curling into the sheets as you whined and allowed your mind to be consumed with lustful ideas. Dwayne had just started up again after his small pause, purring, “Really? That’s such a dirty little mouth on you princess.”

“But who am I to deny you?” Dwayne caressed your hip as the tell tale clapping of skin rang out once more. You were helpless as you clawed desperately at the sheets as he began dragging your hip back to meet his hips. You began inching up and down the bed but never being able to reach out for him with the hand keeping you down.

It was becoming too much too quick and soon his hand withdrew the pressure to reach under and circled the swollen bud, causing you to yell out for him. “Yeah? You close, princess?” He asked, but you could tell he knew. Dwayne always seemed to know.

“I can feel you, your body want my child, my love.” You could only agree, some being muffled by the sheet beneath you as you squeezed tighter and tighter, refusing to let go. The heat overwhelmed you with each touch he gave you and soon you were squirming beneath his strength, whining like a kitten as you begged. Begged for him to do it, to let you cum, even as you let go. It was expanding and radiating form your core, washing over your shaky, sweaty limbs as your eyes rolled back.

It upped his efforts and soon Dwayne had ridden you through it with wet squelches joining the lewd symphony of sex. There was no point in him warning you as he became more vocal in the lead up. Grunting with every roll inside as his hand may as well have left bruises on your hip. All in the lead up to him stifling with a roar as he spilled into your overworked core.

Dwayne held himself inside you as you squirmed on his cock. The sheets were beyond clawed up by the time he had given it to you good.

“Stay still,” Dwayne whispered, bending down to press his chest into your back- holding you in place as he came down. Dwayne spent the rest of the night praising you as he fulfilled another of his kinks, cock warming until you physically couldn’t take anymore of him.

Marko

Marko knew about all your dirty little fantasies, all except one. He prided himself in being sexually open but this one was something you were unsure of how to tell him. Marko was always teasing you and it didn't help that what you wanted, what you fantasized about was something so dirty. Well not dirty but eyebrow raising certainly.

Neither you nor Marko were actively trying to be parents and you doubted Marko could actually get you pregnant let alone be turned on by the idea. But fuck did the idea turn you on so much, not the idea of actually getting pregnant but the mental pictures you painted. How hard he would fuck you, the possessive things he would say to you as he filled you with his-
It was bad enough that you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you chewed your bottom lip. It was embarrassing how much the idea affected you so. Right now as you and your boyfriend watched a movie on your couch, you couldn’t help but feel frustration at your own fault.

Marko, ever the attentive had seemingly noticed. The arm around your shoulders tugging lightly on the hair he had been playing with. It instantly got your attention, not hurting but you felt it. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, drawing your glazed eyes from the spot above the TV.

His other hand had been at his mouth, his nail in-between his teeth as he stared expectantly. “N-nothing.”

Large eyes lazily trailed down until they rested at clenched thighs. “Doesn't sound like nothing, sweet cheeks. Sounds like someone's thinking about something dirty.” Marko talked slowly, relishing in the burn of your cheeks and tell tale give aways that you hadn’t been truthful.