"Yes!" She whimpered, her legs spreading wider, her fingers clawing at the furs, her voice raw, broken. "Please, Dexter! I need it! I need you!"
I chuckled, low, cruel, as I slid a finger inside her. She was tight, hot, clenching around me like she never wanted to let go. "You think you can take it?" I pumped my finger, slow, deliberate, feeling her walls flutter around me, milking me already.
"You think this pussy can hold my seed long enough to make you pregnant?"
"I'll make it!" She panted, her hands gripping my wrist, trying to pull me deeper. "I'll keep it all! Every drop! Just AAAH! Just give it to me!"
I pulled my finger out, watching her whine at the loss, her body twisting, needy. Then I gripped my cock, stroking it once, twice, feeling it harden fully in my hand, throbbing, aching to fill her. "You want it?" I pressed the head against her entrance, letting her feel the heat, the weight, the promise of what was coming. "Then take it."
