I can still hear his moans as my beard rubbed his sweet pussy raw.Īnd that was just the beginning. On his back and on his knees, I fucked multiple loads into his tender pussy that night. I held my hand over his mouth as I used his body for what it’s made for. My dick has always been a struggle for him to take but that night I was ruthless. I was especially rough with him - I know it. That night was about me and he needed to understand that. It was watching him gradually accept the reality of our roles that made my cock throb. It wasn’t just breeding him that excited me. It surprised me how merciless I was with him and how hard I came inside him. I admit that the scent of his fear and panic was like an aphrodisiac. I saw the fear and confusion in his eyes when I ignored his pleas and forced myself on him, taking his pussy with my bare cock against his will, breeding and impregnating him with a Man’s seed for the first time. He belongs to me and he’s being to accept what that means. It never was, despite what he had to tell himself. I know I’ve pushed him this week well beyond what he thought his boundaries were and that he’s afraid of what he’s feeling now, what he’s becoming. His mouth forms a tight seal around my pec as he nurses, his tongue gently twirling and lapping through the ample hair on my chest. I can feel him relaxing in my arms as I cradle him.