Breeding License: Getting Sophia

This story was requested by ProperDegenerate and written by Vanessa Foxe (breedorbebred), and contains (well-deserved) cheating as well as interracial content featuring a Black man-- best to steer clear if that kind of thing offends you!

It also features a character speaking Spanish, a language that I'm not particularly familiar with. If you find translation errors, please let me know!

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Leo sighed and took another pull from his beer as he scrolled through the streaming apps on his tv. "Crap, crap, crap, already saw it, looks like shit... Hey, that one might be alright-- why do they only have the third season? Come on, man."

His phone buzzed on the couch cushion beside him, offering a welcome reprieve from the chore of finding a new show to watch. As a personal trainer and a major advocate of personal health, Leo wasn't much of a fan of wasting the day watching tv, but it seemed like there wasn't much else to do anymore. He'd been feeling listless ever since Shawna had packed her stuff and left, and it was getting harder and harder to come up with reasons not to just sit down and zone out in front of a screen.

For the last three weeks, his life had pretty much shrunk down to an endless repetition of the same exact schedule: go to work and train beauties he couldn't touch, go through the same daily workout routine, come home and cook the exact same meal, then waste time on his phone or in front of the tv until it was time to fall asleep. Then the whole thing would repeat.

There were a few new notifications on his phone, mostly push notifications from apps he didn't even care about. He swiped aside all the bullshit, leaving just the new text message: can't man. left town today, gonna be gone for a week.

Leo frowned as he read Mike's message. "Well, shit."

He set the bottle of beer aside and tapped out a quick response while the trailer for some trashy-looking reality tv show rolled on the tv. Where you going? Work trip?

Mike's answer came back so fast that he must have already been holding his phone when he got Leo's text: nah going for a vacay. told soph I was going to meet up with the guys, but I'm flying solo. the bitches out here are wayyy too fine for me to bring someone that's gonna slow me down.

Leo's frown deepened at that. Mike and Sophia had been married for three or four years now, and she was a regular member of their group hangouts.... back when Leo bothered hanging out with his friends, anyway. It wasn't exactly a secret that Mike had cheated on her a few times, but this was brazen even for him. Mike had always been a shit, though, and at this point if he and Soph split up and only one of them stayed in the friend group, everyone would probably pick her over him.

You seriously looking to cheat on her? Again? Leo typed back, his heart rate picking up as he wrote. Sophia was sweet, smart, funny... and incredibly fine, to top it all off. She was a Spanish beauty, with full lips, gorgeous glossy black hair, and the biggest brown eyes he'd ever seen, and she had curves for days. She deserved better than this shitbag.

Mike's response was lightning quick again: whatever happens happens. I sure ain't gonna say no if some hot piece comes my way. soph doesn't need to know what I get up to on my own.

"Cheating prick," he huffed as he tossed the phone aside. Mike treated the women in his life like shit, even his own wife, and it was sickening to watch. Maybe he assumed Leo would be fine with the casual "hit it and quit it" attitude, since Leo was Black-- some people liked to assume that Black guys didn't care about loyalty or being a decent partner. It wouldn't be surprising if a jerk like Mike subscribed to that racist stereotyping mindset.

Then again, in the last decade, women had gotten a lot more desperate in a lot of ways. The birth rate in the country had gone into freefall years and years ago, especially for boys, and it made guys a bit more of a precious commodity.

Even the assholes.

Sophia was doing almost the exact same thing as Leo just then: sitting on the couch, staring listlessly at the tv as she tried to tamp down her emotions.

Honestly, she didn't even really like Mike anymore. She'd thought she was in love with him when they'd first started dating, and their quick wedding had seemed almost like a fairytale ending for her-- and being married was a lot safer than being unmarried and vulnerable these days. But the honeymoon phase didn't last, and it hadn't been long before Mike's awful side started to show.

After a moment of consideration, Leo picked up his phone and opened his messaging app again. He backed out of the conversation with Mike and scrolled down the list of old conversations until he found one that hadn't seen a new message in a few months or more. Hey Soph, what's up? Heard Mike's outta town for a while.

He had to wait a bit longer to get an answer back from her, but not too long-- the trailer on his tv only repeated three more times before his phone finally buzzed with her answer: Yes. He is gone until next Tuesday. Cooking for one again.

Nothing's worse than cooking for just one person, he typed back.

Needless to say, Sophia had been pretty lonely lately. She knew that Mike hadn't been faithful, and she wasn't naive enough to believe him when he promised that, "All that is in the past, babe." She knew that there was a good chance this vacation was just an excuse for him to go get his dick wet, but there wasn't a lot she could do about it. So, hearing from Leo was a pretty pleasant surprise and made for a nice diversion, and her smile grew warmer with every text they exchanged.

Yeah, tell me about it. I guess you've had to deal with that a lot since Shawna left. Sophia's reply was a lot quicker this time, so fast that Leo couldn't help but grin at her obvious desire to chat with someone. Even if the reminder of his recent breakup was a downer.

Trying to find motivation to try new recipes for just me is a nightmare. Too easy to get in the habit of buying frozen dinners or ordering in.

For real, she answered almost immediately. I'm going to delete Doordash just to keep from ordering McDonald's every damn day.

He grinned even wider as the plan in his head started taking a more solid form. Sophia deserved someone better than Mike, and Leo was getting damn tired of having a quiet apartment. This would be a win-win. That shit will kill you, Soph. Can't let that happen to my friend. Why don't you come over here for dinner tomorrow? I've got a bunch of tomatoes I wanna use before they go bad, and cooking for someone else will give me an excuse to make something a bit nicer than my norm. Anyone say penne alla vodka?

As soon as he hit the send button, he found himself scanning his apartment. Shit, when had it gotten so messy? Empty beer bottles on the counter, a plate from last night's dinner on the table... and when was the last time he'd vacuumed?

Sophia's answer was coy, but her interest was obvious. I was thinking of just staying in tomorrow. Waste of a Friday, maybe, but I just don't feel like sitting in front of the whole group while everyone gives me the side-eye and pretends they're not judging me for being with Mike when he keeps pulling shit like this.

Between replies, Leo rushed to sweep his empties into the recycling bin, then grabbed all the old dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. After a moment's consideration, he opened a window to let the smell of old food air out a bit. By the time that was done, he had his answer ready: Fuck em. We can hang here just the two of us. You can enjoy my fancy ass cooking, and I can enjoy having another human being in my kitchen. I'll even let you pick the movie.

There was no immediate response this time, and Leo felt himself get more and more tense as he waited a minute, then five, then ten. He was just about to give up, drop his phone, and go back to the tv when she finally hit him back: What do you want me to bring?

He pumped his fist in boyish excitement-- the action might have looked silly for a man almost thirty-five years old, but he couldn't help himself. Even if nothing happened tomorrow night, he decided, it would be damn nice to have someone to share a meal with. Pick a wine that pairs with red sauce.

Leo was still grinning as he tidied the living room and ran the vacuum, and he smiled to himself the whole time while he changed his sheets and washed the accumulated pile of laundry. The two of them sent a few more messages back and forth, and had the details ironed out by the time he finished cleaning. He was in the middle of figuring out how much of the junk on his dresser could go straight into the trash when he spotted the paper he'd left folded in half and tucked against the mirror.

It wasn't Leo's actual breeding license, of course-- the original one was laminated and lived in the safe at the back of his closet. This was just a photocopy, but it was plenty official enough to have legal weight.

Almost four years ago, in a desperate bid to fight the country's shrinking numbers, the government had pulled one of its most controversial moves in the last decade: the creation of a Breeding License program. Courtesy of the newly-formed Department of Population, the new laws meant that any guy could pay the fee and sign up for a license that would effectively give them carte blanche to fuck and impregnate any fertile woman. Per the Department, a woman's consent to sex and impregnation by a cardholder was "Taken to be assumed."

There were limits to the license's reach, of course. Pregnant women, new mothers, and those who were infertile could all apply for paperwork granting them temporary exemption from the rules.

Married women also weren't subject to the rules of the breeding license-- except from their husbands-- which led to a lot of shotgun weddings as hundreds of thousands of women had latched onto the closest viable guy they could find so they would be safe from what was effectively legalized rape.

Women like Sophia, who had married far too young.

Without Mike, Sophia would have been extra vulnerable, since her doctor hadn't renewed her birth control in almost three years. That was an increasingly common situation these days as laws around female contraceptives grew tighter and tighter. "The pill" was tightly regulated, and medically unnecessary hysterectomies and similar practices had become basically unheard of.

For Sophia, like for many other women, being with someone shitty was a lot safer than being unmarried and running the risk that some random asshole might happen upon her.

You had to go through a lot of testing before you were actually approved for a license, of course. Leo had been tested for STIs and genetic predisposition to certain illnesses, then he'd had to ejaculate in a cup so they could test his sperm and figure out if he was one of the lucky few that didn't suffer from subfertility. There wasn't much point authorizing someone to be a "breeder" if they were just going to be shooting blanks, after all.

Once he'd jumped through all the hoops, it had still taken him almost six months to get the license itself, but it had been worth it. He was the proud owner of a piece of paper that authorized him to bed basically any woman over the age of eighteen, provided he was doing it with the explicit intention of getting them pregnant.

Since getting his license, Leo had used it... precisely once. A hottie he'd met at the grocery store when he was visiting his parents. He'd brought her back to a motel, fucked her, left, and hadn't seen or heard from her since.

Then he'd met Shawna, who was supposed to be the woman of his dreams. She wanted kids, just "Not yet," and Leo hadn't ever forced the issue despite having the legal authority to do so. As a budding lawyer, she'd wanted to focus on her career first. She had eventually chosen that same career over their relationship, and left without much more than a quick goodbye.

He could use his license to force a woman into his bed whenever he wanted, Leo knew, but he'd realised that it wasn't nearly as fun as actually seducing someone. The hunt was almost as rewarding as the actual capture.

On the other hand, there was a monetary incentive for each woman a license holder successfully bred-- not a life changing amount, and not as much as the woman would get, but he could always use the extra cash. Of course, if he started using his license left, right, and center, he'd end up with a reputation, and women like Sophia wouldn't be willing to come around anymore.

And she was worth the wait.

Leo gave the apartment the best cleaning it had gotten in half a year, then went to bed stiff as a rock. The next day, he could barely focus on his work. He worked as a personal trainer at the gym just down the block from his place, and normally seeing a bunch of hot women in tight leggings-- usually flashing shiny wedding rings to warn everyone off-- got his blood pumping harder than his actual workouts.

That day, he was basically phoning it in. He barely even reacted to the hot blonde repeat customer that loved to get him to stand behind her and physically guide her through the motions of exercises she had memorized months ago. He just wasn't in the mood for being teased by a married, unavailable beauty.

Not when he had a married, but very available, beauty coming to his house that very night.

He left the gym as soon as his last appointment was done, skipping his own workout. As much as he wanted a fresh pump to keep him looking his best for Sophia, he had some running around to do before she showed up. For one thing, he needed to go buy the tomatoes he'd lied about having.

Then he got a fresh shave and haircut for good measure, and got home in time to shower. He even managed to start dinner prep before Sophia was knocking on the door.

Her preparations for their... It wasn't a date, of course, but she wasn't sure what else to call it. Just dinner? A hangout with a friend? Regardless, her preparations before coming over had been a lot simpler than his full-apartment cleaning: she'd shaved her long, tanned and toned legs, done up dark, silky hair, pulled out her favourite lipstick that she only dusted off for exciting parties, and spent thirty minutes deciding which dress to wear. She hadn't wanted to show up looking slumpy, but a one-on-one dinner with a friend also wasn't the time to bust out the little black dress. In the end, Soph had settled on a bright yellow dress that really popped against her olive skin.

The thin, colourful fabric clung to her round hips, narrow waist, and well-rounded bubblebutt, but small horizontal folds in the fabric kept it from looking painted-on. The cups delicately held up her large, perky breasts, and it was topped by a pair of spaghetti-thin straps that hugged her naked shoulders. It was a fun, summery dress that ended at mid-thigh, but the tightness and the generous display of cleavage elevated it to a level of sexiness that had Leo's blood warming immediately.

She wore her long hair down in a cascade of dark locks that framed her heart-shaped face, and a pair of white pendant earrings drew attention back to her button nose, full lips, and wide, expressive brown eyes.

"Thanks for having me over, Leo," she beamed, stepping into his spacious apartment and leaning in to give him a quick, chaste peck on each cheek. "It smells delicious in here."

Sophia pressed a delicate hand against his rich blue dress shirt as she kissed his cheeks, and her hand seemed to linger for half a second longer than necessary before she stepped back. But she just couldn't help herself: while Mike had spent the last few years trying to meld into the couch, Leo had been putting a serious effort into keeping himself trim and fit. She supposed it made sense from a practical perspective since, as a personal coach, Leo's body was kind of like an advertisement for the effectiveness of his program.

But the way her hand lingered on his hard pectoral while her eyes scanned over the toned forearms he was showing off with his rolled up sleeves had nothing to do with practicality. She managed to pull her eyes away from his chest and arms at about the same time as he tore his eyes from the deep V of cleavage that came courtesy of her strapless bra.

"Come in," he welcomed her when his brain finally remembered how to make his mouth work. "Feel free to sit, I'm just about to bring the sauce down to a simmer."

Leo beckoned her in as he retreated to the kitchen to tend to the sauce. The freshly-peeled and diced tomatoes had seared alongside the garlic, mushrooms, and caramelised onion, and he just needed to add the finishing touches.

Instead of sitting on the couch where they would still be able to see and talk to each other around the open-concept kitchen, she followed Leo around the counter to watch his food prep. When he noticed her slip into his kitchen like she belonged, Leo shot her quick, bright smile that made Sophia's heart skip a beat. His teeth were so white, and his dark skin made them seem even brighter.

Then he turned back to the counter, unscrewed a bottle of vodka, and poured a double in a shot glass.

"Getting ready to party?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Nah, girl," he chuckled. He glanced back and had to work to keep his face looking cool and neutral as he saw her leaning against the counter, arms crossed and hip cocked. Her dress' mid-thigh hem seemed to pull his attention towards her long legs. Their skin was that perfect tanned olive colour, and her legs were just toned enough to make her look athletic without reducing the overall feminine softness. Sophia's posture also had the effect of making her hips and breasts both pop, which she was probably perfectly aware of, and it took a serious effort to keep from ogling her.

"This one's for the sauce." Leo dumped the booze into the pot, then reduced the temperature so the sauce could simmer. "The alcohol will boil off as it cooks, leaving just a hint of sharpness to balance out the acidity of the tomatoes. In ten minutes, I'll add the heavy cream, and the vodka's flavour will bridge the sweet creaminess, too. They'll come together, and it will be just... perfect."

His gaze slid over her body from her toes to her face as he mentioned the creaminess, and fixed on hers as the words "come together" rolled from his tongue.

"This one's for us, though," he added as he pulled down a second shot glass from the cabinet behind him, poured an ounce into each, and slid one towards her.

"Cheers," she said with a flirtatious grin as she took the offered glass and tossed it back. Leo watched her as she did, and Sophia wasn't sure if the sudden warmth in her stomach was from the alcohol or his attention.

The two of them shifted into small talk-- work and weather and home life-- as they leaned against his counter and stood just a little too close. She knew, on some level, that she was playing a stupid, dangerous game, standing almost hip-to-hip with probably the hottest man she'd ever met while he cooked her a gourmet dinner. When Leo produced a pair of wine glasses and directed her to the bottle opener for the wine she'd brought, she reminded herself that he wasn't just a gorgeous man making her dinner and feeding her booze... he was a recently single, gorgeous man making her dinner and feeding her booze.

She took a long sip from her glass of wine all the same. After all, they'd been friends for a few years now, and he hadn't made a move before.

By the time Leo added the cream to the sauce, the kitchen already smelled like heaven. And by the time Sophia took her first bite, she was already a glass-and-a-half of wine deep and feeling more relaxed than she had in months. Then the flavour hit her tongue, and she let out a groan that sounded so close to being sexual that she actually blushed in embarrassment.

"Ay dios, holy shit that's good," she whispered as she speared another hollow penne noodle together with a piece of the tender chicken Leo had grilled to perfection.

"I'm glad you like it," he answered with a cocky grin. "Makes it almost worth getting left behind while hubby goes on a vacation."

"Almost." She gave a rueful chuckle and shook her head. They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before she sighed wearily. "All loneliness aside, I'm actually glad he's out of the house. We've been married over three years now, but... I think I prefer Mike when he's away more than when he's around. Even if he's probably out there, you know..."

"Cheating?"

"Yeah," she sighed and set her fork down, appetite momentarily ruined by the reminder of her husband's chronic infidelity. "I mean, there's a chance he won't, but--"

"Oh, he will," Leo answered confidently. Sophia cocked a carefully-plucked eyebrow at him, and he winced in sympathy before continuing. "He actually literally told me yesterday that he was going to. I think his exact words were 'I sure ain't gonna say no if some hot piece comes my way', or something like that."

"That fucking prick," she swore quietly, but with no real heat. It wasn't that Sophia wasn't angry, because who wouldn't be in her position, but she more than anything else she just felt defeated.

"Mike's an asshole. Always has been."

"Yeah, I'll drink to that." She raised her half-full wineglass and Leo lightly clinked his glass against it. They didn't say another word as she drained her cup the rest of the way. "Mike's a piece of shit, but I guess he's better than those creeps with their breeding licenses."

"Hey, we're not all bad!" Leo held his hand over his heart as if he'd been wounded, but his casual grin told her that he wasn't actually offended.

"Seriously?" she asked, arching her brow even more sharply. "You have one?"

"Got it three years ago, when all this shit first started," he confirmed. "I've never actually used it to, you know... force someone. Feels too weird."

"Well, not everyone's as decent as you are, Leo. I wish they were."

"Yeah?" he challenged, raising his eyebrow right back at her. "You think I'm decent, hey?"

"A damn decent cook, at the very least," she teased. "And decently easy on the eyes. Everything else, I'm not so sure about."

"Easy on the eyes, hm?" He leaned back and put his arms behind his head to pull the shirt taught around his hard muscles. The front of the rich blue shirt rode up a little at the same time, just enough to give her a glimpse of his chocolatey skin, a trail of black stomach hairs, and the rigid planes of his ab muscles.

"Decently easy on the eyes," she corrected, but the twinkle in her eyes said it was a little bit more than that. She was interested, that much was obvious to him.

"Can I clear your plate?" he offered as he stood and started tucking his silverware on his own plate. At Sophia's nod, Leo swept around to take the plate from in front of her, leaning in a bit closer than he had to as he did. His dark, strong hand brushed lightly against her uncovered shoulder as he reached around, leaving a small trail of goosebump in its wake. He moved a bit too slowly once he had her plate in hand, lingingering beside her for a beat longer than necessary.

The touch of his hand on her bare arm, the smell of him and that subtle cologne, the sheer weight of his presence behind her... it was all too much. Sophia could feel her face growing warmer as the smell of him sank into her. She darted a tongue across her parched lips, all but panting as heat trickled inwards and started pooling between her thighs.

"Thank you," she whispered as Leo finally stepped past her with the flatware in hand.

"For grabbing your plate?"

"No, not that." She shook her head, setting the long waves of hair to bouncing and sliding across her shoulders. "I mean... Thank you for having me up here, for feeding me, for keeping me company. Even for telling me about Mike. It's better to know for sure than to be stuck worrying about whether he's cheating or not."

"Why do you put up with that shit?" Leo asked as he stacked the plates beside the sink.

He snagged the half-finished bottle of wine on the way back, and Sophia gave him an amused eye roll when he reached past her to fill her glass again. "It's... I guess I just got comfortable where I am. I'm not content, but at least it's safe."

"You deserve to be happy," he told her soberly as he settled on the edge of his chair. He was facing her now, so close that their knees were lightly touching.

"I... I mean, I guess so..." she shrugged.

"What would make you happy, Sophia?" She opened her mouth to answer, but Leo laid a finger against her soft lips to stop her before she could speak. "For real, Soph-- no bullshitting. What would actually make you happy?"

When he moved his finger away from her mouth, she actually missed the warmth and feeling of him. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, then finally shook her head. "I don't know."

"Yeah, you do." He shifted even closer, until his knees were pressing against hers, lightly pushing her legs apart. He leaned in closer, and the smell of him washed over her again: warmth and manliness and that intoxicating cologne. "You know exactly what you want, Sophia. The only question is whether you're willing to take it or not."

She paused for another long moment, then finally nodded.

"Tell me," he whispered. His words were a request, a plea, and a demand, all rolled into one.

Sophia could feel her heartbeat pounding even faster, and the whole world seemed to narrow down around them until Leo was the only thing she could seem to make out. Leo, who had helped her and Mike whenever they'd asked. Leo, who had heard that Mike was ditching her, and immediately reached out to make her feel less lonely. Leo, who had always listened whenever she needed to talk about something. Leo, with that beautiful, carved body nestled in a fitted shirt and slacks.

"You," she finally answered.

"Then reach out and take it," he challenged her.

And she did.

Her lips were pressed against Leo's almost before she could think. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders almost automatically, and pulled her in closer.

Sophia didn't resist as his hands travelled down her back and pulled her towards him. She moved with his motion, sliding from her chair onto his lap, spreading her tanned, toned legs a bit wider to fit around his thighs. He could feel the heat of her radiating outwards against him, and his body reacted immediately.

Their tongues danced, brushing against each other and along their lips as they kissed. Heat boiled up in her core, and she subtly arched her back and thrust her hips forward as his strong hands settled on her waist. Goosebumps crept up her spine at his touch. God, how did it feel so good, so right, for his hands to be on her?

Then she felt the stirring of his cock between her legs, a twitching pressure mounting as he grew hard under her, and her eyebrows and heart rate both shot up.

She'd known Leo was big, of course. They'd all gone to the beach together last summer-- Mike, Shawna, Leo, and her-- and she'd seen the outline of him through his bathing suit a few times. Hell, she'd even seen Leo's cock at half-mast and poking against the front of his shorts after Shawna had him rub sun lotion on her back and legs. Sophia had known what to expect, more or less, but it was something else entirely to feel the real thing pressing against the front of her panties. Sophia's dress and underwear were thin, but they suddenly seemed like far, far too much clothing.

"I need to use the washroom," she whispered against his mouth.

"You planning on running off?" he teased as Sophia slid off of his knees and got to her feet. She seemed a little wobbly, but he doubted it was the alcohol-- half a bottle divided between two people who were eating a meal wasn't much alcohol, even if you included the one-ounce shot of vodka. No, her shaking knees had a lot less to do with the drinks, and a lot more to do with him, and he grinned fiercely at her. "Yeah, girl. Feel free to freshen up."

She turned and strode down the hall without another word, and Leo drifted in her wake. There was a bathroom in the hall to her left, but Sophia walked right past it, aiming for the smaller bathroom attached to his room. His smile got even wider as he watched her pick that one and close the door behind her.

Leo situated himself on the edge of his bed, happy to wait. Inside, Sophia did her business with nervous quickness. She was so damp that the toilet paper came away more wet than usual, and she was so sensitive that it took a serious effort of will to keep from rubbing her thighs together. She slipped her earrings out of her ears as she finished up, and stared at her reflection as she washed her hands. There was no recrimination in her reflection's eyes: she deserved this, and she knew it.

And, frankly, maybe Mike deserved a taste of his own medicine. Let's see how he liked finding out his spouse had gone and hopped into an open bed at the first available opportunity.

But that wasn't fair, of course. Leo wasn't just a convenient open bed, she knew. And it's not like she hadn't passed up plenty of opportunities with plenty of other guys. No, this was something different. There was a weight to the air tonight, even if she wasn't quite sure what it meant yet.

Leo grinned at her as Sophia stepped out of his bathroom. She walked towards the bed with a supermodel-worthy strut, and he gave her a quiet wolf whistle.

"You are absolutely gorgeous, Sophia," he said with dark heat in his voice.

"You're just saying that because you think you're about to get laid."

"I'm saying it because it's true," Leo countered. "And as for that second bit... I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been hoping since we sat down to dinner that that's where things were headed."

"I think you've been hoping that since before I even stepped through the door tonight," she accused jokingly as she crossed the distance between them. Sophia climbed right back where she'd left off, straddling the bed on either side of his muscular thighs and sliding in close until she could feel his hardness pressed between her legs through his pants again. "Maybe even before you invited me over yesterday."

"Long before," he breathed against her lips. And then there was no more speaking, only the wet sound of their mouths meeting and opening.

Their breaths mingled as his hands roamed up and down her back. He traced along her spine, then let his hands drift outwards to enjoy the sweep of her generous curves. She groaned in anticipation as his hands settled over her hips and gave her an appraising squeeze. "You like that?"

"Mm," she grunted as she ground herself forward. His cock was like the pommel of a saddle, unmoving and firm as she pressed her pussy against it. Her fingers swept up his middle, caressing his stomach before congregating at the nape of his neck. She kissed him again, deeper, as she undid his first button, then the second, then the third. Before long, his shirt was open and she was pushing it off of his shoulders to reveal the tight white undershirt.

Leo grinned at the curvy Spanish beauty as she ran her hands down his front, feeling his hard body through the thin shirt. And his abs sure weren't the only things that were firm under her hands.

Sophia pushed his undershirt up and pulled at it until Leo moved his arms so she could strip it off of him. She tossed the silly thing aside with a giggle, then took a moment to drink in the sight of him. She'd seen him shirtless, of course, but never from this close. And she'd certainly never had a chance to run her hands over his body like this.

Once she started touching him, she couldn't stop, like his whole body was one great big hit of heroin. "You're amazing."

"Look who's talking, senorita." One of his hands made its way across her hips and then back up, this time tracing the skin along her ribs and up to her armpit.

She groaned with a sweet mixture of anticipation and ever-growing arousal as he slid his hands possessively over her body. Then his hand was sliding forward and down again, caressing her chest even as she was doing the same to him.

"Your tits are out of this world," Leo growled as he brushed his palm over the generous swell of one of her breasts before coming back up to grab and lightly squeeze it. He flicked his thumb across the tip of her breast, teasing her through the thin material, and her nipple stiffened under his touch. "I've wanted you since the day I first saw you, Sophia."

"Oh dios, Leo," she panted as she arched her back to push her chest into Leo's hand as he teased her sensitive nipple. Why was she still wearing so damn much clothing? "I've wanted you since we all went to the beach together that day."

"I know. I saw you staring." He chuckled in that cocky way of his that always drove her crazy, and she blushed knowing he'd seen her watching him-- or maybe the heat in her cheeks had more to do with the feeling of his hard cock pressing against her through his pants and her damp panties. "You ain't exactly subtle, Soph."

Had everyone else noticed how she'd been staring at Leo that day? Did all their friends already know how badly she wanted him? And more importantly, did any of that even matter anymore?

Leo twisted his body and rolled them over in a smooth motion. In a flash, Sophia was on her back on the bed, knees still on the floor, and he was above her. Leo was barely on the bed, kneeling between her legs, and Sophia could feel the hem of her tight dress riding up as he used his knees to nudge her thighs further apart.

Then his mouth came away from hers. Before she could even draw a shaky breath, his lips were pressing down on the tender skin where her jaw met her ear.

"Mmm," she moaned even as she lifted her chin to offer him better access. Leo seized the vulnerability, moving his lips over her ear and letting them linger for a moment. His hot, hot breath on her ear made goosebumps roll down her spine-- oh god he was so-- then he was lightly biting down on the outer shell of her ear.

Sophia gripped at his back with her perfectly-manicured nails as Leo gently nibbled on her ear before moving on to the incredibly sensitive skin just behind it. Then he was working his way down, down, down.

His lips were on her neck, tasting her delicious skin and the hint of sweat just starting to form. Then his mouth and teeth were just over her pulse point, the blood in her veins thundering against his lips. The base of her throat, where it met the sternum, the line of her collarbone. And then lower, lower, lower still. He pulled at the front of her dress, sliding the soft fabric down until her skin-toned bra was all that stood between Leo and her breasts.

"Oh," she whined eagerly as Leo pushed the cups of the bra up and immediately fixed his mouth over her newly-revealed nipple. "Leo..."

Her dark areola contracted as her nipple stiffened in his mouth, and he flicked his tongue back and forth across the hardened tip. Not wanting her other breast to feel left out, he cupped and massaged that side as he worked her with his mouth. Sophia's breasts weren't huge, probably not even as big as Shawna's, but her tits were big enough to fill his hands, and how much more did a guy really need than that?

The mounds of her breasts were soft and yielding under his hands, but still so supple and perky-- one of the perks of her being only twenty-three, a full decade younger than him and Mike. Her nipples were so responsive to his fingers that it seemed like her entire body was just aching for his touch.

He pushed up on the bra a bit more, and Sophia eagerly crossed her arms to grab the bra and pulled upwards, shedding the entire thing without even bothering to undo it.

But Leo's mouth was already questing lower again, passing down the space between her breasts and skimming over her stomach. Sophia was long past any sense of dignity or modesty, and she shamelessly spread her legs even wider as Leo's face drew close to the space between. The motion pulled her dress up a bit more, making the bottom ride up even higher to show off the fact that she...

"You're not wearing any panties?" Leo asked, his voice strained under the weight of his own mounting lust.

"They're on your bathroom counter," she told him in a sultry, breathless voice, "right by your sink. And no, you can't keep them."

He chuckled, and the dark, hungry sound of it sent another shiver up her spine. "You keep 'em, mamacita. I've got all I need right here."

No longer able to survive even another second of teasing, Sophia grabbed the fabric around her middle and pulled upwards until the dress pooled over her stomach and under her ass. She bared herself fully to the gorgeous Black man kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, and he groaned in obvious approval.

Leo had obviously been waiting a long time to have her like this, but the truth was that Sophia had as well. Why else would she have shaved not just her shins, calves, and lower thighs yesterday, but all the way up? She'd carefully trimmed away even the slightest hint of stubble around her vagina, leaving her pussy completely bare save for a neat little triangle of short, dark hair right above it, pointing down like an arrow. Her lips were completely nude, and she could feel how warm, puffy, and slick they'd grown.

"So, Leo," she purred. "¿Te gusta? Do you like what you see?"

His only answer was a groan of pure, unrestrained lust that sank into her like a speartip. Then he was lunging forward, and she didn't have any warning before his mouth was suddenly clamping over her wetness.

"Oh, god!" she cried out as the cool air of the bedroom was suddenly replaced by the warm, wet presence of his mouth. His tongue was everywhere: sliding up the slit between her engorged labia, pressing into her wet opening, flicking over her stiffening clitoris. "Right there, Leo. Shit!"

He grinned like a hungry wolf as she groaned with rising need. Damn, but it sounded good to hear his name on her lips like that. He showed just how much he liked it by doing exactly what she asked, latching his mouth over the apex of her slit and running his tongue over the sensitive nub. He traced out the same pattern again and again, rhythmically stroking her clit until she was shuddering and shaking.

Then he was moving again, despite her plaintive groan. His finger briefly replaced his mouth, stroking across her most sensitive point as he crawled up the bed and brought his mouth back to hers.

If the taste of her own arousal on his mouth offended her, Sophia sure didn't show it. She kissed him with vicious hunger, opening her mouth wide to let their tongues and breaths mingle again as she ran her hands up and down his back.

As she quested with her hands, tracing the sharp lines of muscle on Leo's very fit torso, she found the top edge of his pants. Why the hell were these still in the way? She slid her fingers around to the front of him, briefly stopping to rub and tease his rock-hard cock through his slacks before finding the belt on his buckle. She undid the belt, button, and zipper with shaking fingers, then pushed desperately at the whole assorted mess of clothes until it was sliding over his hips to let his cock swing free.

All the glimpses of his size through swim shorts, all the glances, all the over-the-clothes touching, and all the imagining she'd done over the months or years... none of it prepared her to actually see his bare erection.

"Holy fuck," she gasped as she finally got a full, unbroken view of his glorious cock. She ran her hands down his length-- and what a length!-- as he rubbed her clit with the pads of two fingers and sucked on the side of her neck. The sensations were all so much that she almost couldn't focus, but she also couldn't take her eyes off of his cock. The sight of her hand on him, her olive skin tone so light against his neary ebony flesh, was mesmerizing.

Sophia wasn't so dumb as to believe that every single Black man was somehow hung like a horse. She'd had her period of experimentation in college just like anyone else, before she got hitched to Mike at twenty and he convinced her to drop out and start working, and had seen her share of naked men. She knew guys came in all shapes and sizes, but she'd also gone into this evening knowing that Leo was made of finer material than most. He was a cut above the rest-- except not literally cut since, unlike her husband's, Leo's stiff cock had a layer of bunched-up foreskin just behind the head.

"I guess you like what you see too, hm?" he teased; that cocky bastard. But Sophia couldn't quite find the words to answer, so she settled for an eager nod. "If you want to get a closer look... why don't you come up and sit on my face, baby doll?"

He shimmied up the bed until his chest was on level with her face, and Sophia only hesitated for a second before her body was moving, almost of its own accord. This wasn't something she'd done with Mike-- he was barely willing to use his fingers to get her off, let alone go down on her-- but she'd watched porn before and knew generally what to do. Sophia turned around as she crawled up the bed, flipping so her face was pointing towards his waist and her ass...

"Yeah, bring that sweet booty down here," Leo growled as she swung a thigh up over his head to straddle his face. Then she did as she was told, and he grinned even more eagerly as watched her nearly hairless cunt descending towards his face.

Sophia gasped as she felt his mouth suddenly close around her pussy again, and she spent a moment rolling her hips around until she had everything lined up perfectly. Leo took his time exploring her slit again from bottom to top before finally sealing his lips over her aching clit and tracing it with his tongue again. Satisfied that she had everything in place for him, Sophia turned her attention to the delicious sight before her: a swollen, thick length of uncut cock, attached to one of the sexiest men she'd ever met.

He was so eager that a drip of arousal had welled up on the tip of his swollen head and sat there glistening. Waiting, just for her.

A girl can only resist the allure of such a beautiful, swollen dick for so long. Sophia's lust finally took over: she bent at the waist and positively attacked his cock.

"Mnff," Leo groaned as she slammed her open mouth down around his stiffness and swallowed fully half of his length with no warning. The sound of his pleasure was muffled by the mound pressing into his mouth and chin, but she felt it as a low vibration against her stiff clit. Sophia moaned out her own pleasure right back, the sound equally muffled as she sealed her lips around his cock and started sucking.

It wasn't Sophia's finest blowjob, but there just wasn't much she could do from this angle while her hands were braced around Leo's hips to hold her up. She made up for the poor angle with a level of passion she hadn't put into oral sex in years.

If Leo's grunt of approval was anything to go by, the end result was still pretty damn good.

Leo focused on his own task, momentarily shutting out the sensation of pleasure as her hot, wet mouth slid up and down on his cock. Sophia was making it difficult, however, as she sucked even harder and used her tongue to swipe across his swollen head. As easy as it would have been to relax and sink into the feeling of this hard, sloppy blowjob, he doubled down on his own efforts instead. He sucked at the apex of her slit, drawing increased blood flow to her clit even as he swished his tongue back and forth against it. Every girl he'd ever tried that move on before had gone crazy for it, and Sophia was no exception,

"Mm, fmmck," she moaned around his cock as Leo pushed his tongue even harder against her. The more pressure he used, the faster her breathing got, until he was fully mashing his tongue on her clit as he moved it up and down, up and down, up and down.

Then all at once she was wailing as a sudden jolt of electric stimulation shot up her spine and exploded in her head like a firework show. The pitiful sound spilled from her mouth when she opened her lips, interrupting the blowjob as she moaned like a whore around his cock. Even half-muffled, her cries were still loud enough that Leo had no doubts that he'd be getting a noise complaint from his neighbours in the morning.

Totally worth it, he thought to himself as he tongue-fucked Sophia through her orgasm.

Her muscles contracted in pleasure and her slick arousal welled up and spilled over to soak his lips as he kept the pressure up, rubbing her with his tongue as she came.

As soon as she was past the jagged peak of her orgasm, she managed to pull her attention back to the long, stiff, dark-skinned cock saying in front of her. She engulfed him with her lips and started sucking on it with a vengeance. Warm pleasure radiated down Leo's length, building slowly in the base of his spine as she aggressively blew him. Meanwhile, he let his head fall back, breaking contact with her delicious pussy long enough to catch his breath.

He seized her by the hips and started pushing, forcing her knees forward on the bed until she could barely reach his cock with her mouth. "I don't wanna waste it in your mouth, babe."

"What did you have in mind?" Sophia asked as she straightened up and wiped a hand across her plush lips. The back of her hand came away slick with her own saliva, which she had also left behind to glisten on Leo's cock.

Sophia was straddling his navel now, bare save for the yellow dress that was bunched up around her stomach. With Leo's swollen cock was standing straight upwards so close to her puffy, eager pussy, she had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind-- she wasn't surprised when he told her to, "Shimmy that fine ass down a little."

A pulse of raw anticipation and need swelled in her middle as she stared down at his proud erection, and Sophia wasted no time shuffling forward on her knees. At the same time, Leo pushed himself upwards until his ass was on-level with his pillows so he could lean back against the fine oak headboard.

Now her knees were on either side of his thighs, and twin waves of eagerness welled in each of them as they drew closer and closer together.

"Yeah, just like that, mamacita," Leo cooed as Sophia tilted her hips forward even more. He reached out to take hold of her generous hips-- wide, childbearing hips that somehow looked totally natural under her narrow waist.

She lifted her hips as she reached down between her legs to take hold of his cock, and giggled when he twitched in her hand. The hispanic lady couldn't help but steal a moment to stroke that beautiful member before finally angling it until his swollen head was lined up with the place where her inner labia parted naturally. It only took the lightest pressure from above to lower herself until his crown was just starting to spread her lips, mere millimetres from the entrance to her most private sanctum.

"Wait," she breathed, then froze in place-- not quite on his cock, and not quite off.

"You okay?" Concern warred with eagerness in his middle. It would take so little effort to tighten his grip and pull down just a little. She'd already lined him up, gotten them so close, and she was so slick that he would probably slide right in. But that wasn't who he was.

"I'm not on any... The doctor hasn't been allowed to prescribe birth control," she whispered. She turned to look at him over her shoulder and met his dark eyes. "Mike always uses condoms."

The sight of Sophia on him like this, almost completely naked and staring at him with those beautiful dark eyes, was intoxicating. Her glossy hair coursed down her back like a dark wave that just begged to be stroked or pulled, and the flush in her cheeks somehow made her even hotter.

"I don't have any," he told her honestly. "Used up the rest with Shawna probably four months before she broke up with me, and we never bothered replacing them. Not like we were even having sex anymore at that point."

"What if you... what if I get pregnant? I don't think I'm safe today."

"So what if you do?" he countered. "Government gives all kinds of benefits to new mothers these days-- more when there's a registered breeder involved. Hell, women can make a better living making and raising babies than they can in most careers. And, I mean... it would be a hell of a power move on Mike."

"I just, I'm not sure..."

"It's your choice, Soph." He held her gaze until he knew she understood. He wanted her more than anything, but he wasn't about to force or coerce her into anything she didn't want to do.

Everything she had done with Leo tonight was stupid. It was crazy. But going any further would be even stupider. What if she walked away with Leo's baby in her belly? She doubted Mike would be enthusiastic about raising his friend's kid.

But then again, did she even need Mike in her life? Leo was right about the government benefits, and her job had a hell of a maternity leave package on top of that. The cold, smart part of her brain told her that she'd gone far enough, that she should just get up and leave now-- she could even blow him to completion. But the part of her that was riding high on pleasure and hormones told her it didn't matter. Press back against him, it told her, and let gravity bring you down until his cock is deep inside of you. Why should she care if she was cheating on Mike when he'd cheated on her so many times before? It's not like he had ever bothered holding himself back.

The tingle of alcohol in her stomach lended its weight to the argument, until she could barely remember why fidelity was so important to her. The voice of reason grew quieter and quieter as her libido surged.

Leo had already made her feel so good, and she knew that what came next would be even better.

"Fuck it," Sophia whispered, and Leo's grin grew even wider. "You know what? Fuck it-- and fuck Mikey."

She turned away with a whip of her dark, smooth hair, and stared down at their point of connection. Leo hadn't gotten any softer, and Sophia took hold of his achingly stiff shaft again. Then, before she could second guess herself, she pushed down with her hips and pressed herself against his cock as she held him steady.

The sensation of parting before Leo's hefty cock was exquisite. Discomfort melded with pleasure as her opening stretched wider than it had in years. She'd had a decently-sized dildo back in her college days, but that was years ago, and Mike sure as hell wasn't built anything like this. The discomfort of stretching around his thick head was matched by the rising warmth and pleasure as he filled her like never before.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned as gravity helped her slide a bit further down his shaft, and a bit further. Every centimeter of cock she moved down felt like a mile. It was like losing her virginity all over again.

"Go slow," Leo told her as Sophia shimmied her hips and pushed herself down onto him. He couldn't believe how tight she was, like a velvet-lined vice, but she was working to take him with the same brave determination she approached every challenge with. "I don't wanna break you, sweet senorita."

"No, no" she panted as his cock slid inexorably deeper into her, spreading her walls and reforming her inner channel around his shaft. She would never be the same after this, she knew. "It's good."

She went slowly but didn't pause, easing ever downwards and taking his length deeper and deeper. Soon Leo was in her as deep as Mike had ever gone, and then he was deeper still. The feeling of his solid, stiff weight pressing into her was like nothing she'd ever experienced. He pressed outwards in all directions, touching every bit of her and spreading her out as she sunk down his length. She silently thanked God for the saliva she'd left behind on his cock, not to mention the abundance of her own natural lubrication he'd coaxed from her.

And then she was at the base of him. There was no more to give, nowhere else to go.

"Holy shit." She sighed in relief as she felt her round ass cheeks press down against his tickly pubic hairs. She had taken everything she possibly could.

She looked down, staring at her own stomach and searching for evidence of distending. Surely such a big cock would be pressed so far into her that it would be visible from the outside. But no, her stomach was still as flat as ever, giving no evidence as to the size of the invader she had impaled herself on.

There was certainly no missing the feeling of him, though. It seemed like she could feel every millimetre of Leo's cock, every ridge and every vein. She was stretched taut around his contours..

The feeling was just as intense for Leo. Sophia had rolled her tight pussy down his length with agonizing slowness, and it had taken monumental effort to keep from thrusting upwards and hilting himself in her delicious warmth.

Sophia's entire world had narrowed down to the feeling of his hardness nestled deep, deep inside of her cunt. And God above, did it ever feel right having him inside of her. Some part of her had been waiting for this moment since she'd first met him, she realised-- and it had been worth the wait. Why had she ever doubted this decision?

"You feel so good," Leo groaned as she finally pressed all the way down on him. He was giving her time to adjust, even though every cell in his body was demanding that he start fucking her like there was no tomorrow. "Fucking divine, Soph."

"Dios mio, you feel amazing too."

"You ready to start moving, babe?"

"Yeah-- yes," she said with a glance at him over her shoulder. "I just need to... I'm gonna go slowly, okay? You're a lot bigger than Michael."

Leo grinned to himself at the casual confirmation of what he'd long suspected. He'd never seen Mikey naked, of course, but the man had the vibe of someone with a small dick and something to prove. It was obvious in his swagger, in the way he talked such a big game... Hell, Mike even went as far as calling himself an "alpha"-- unironically. Dead giveaway.

Mindful of Sophia's discomfort, and more than willing to savour every moment of the experience, Leo didn't try to rush her. He let his hands roam up her sides, playing along the sexy swell of her hips before sliding his palms around her ribs to cup her round, perky breasts again.

Meanwhile, Sophia lifted herself up millimetre by blissful millimetre, pulling up until just the tip of him was still nestled in her hot, tight embrace. Then she pushed down again and let his cock slide back into her in a single motion.

The feeling of his shaft pushing into her was beyond her ability to describe. Every inch of her inner walls felt stretched and spread and pressed and filled. She could feel the heavy, rock-hard presence pushing against her from the inside, filling her until there was no corner left untouched as she slowly rolled down his length again.

It was amazing.

Leo's hands found their way back to the beautiful latina's hips again, and he held on tight as she rocked up and down with a bit more confidence.

"Mm," Sophia sighed as the last of the tingles of discomfort gave way to the warm, glowing pleasure of a good dick. She reversed her movement and lifted herself up even more smoothly before dropping down again. Her rising arousal left her very well lubricated, and her body was growing more used to the feeling of his cock with each passing second. She was definitely ready for more.

She moved her hips faster, rising up his delicious length before slamming down on him again, again, again. Leo groaned out his own mounting pleasure as he felt the soft, tight confines of her pussy rippling up and down his cock.

Then Sophia leaned forward, bending almost fully at the waist, and started really working her thighs. She raised and lowered her ass faster and faster as she grew more confident, slapping herself down on him with reckless abandon. The feeling of having him inside of her was nearly overwhelming, but in this position she just couldn't quite get enough...

And Leo must have been feeling the same thing, since he suddenly pressed both hands against her shoulders and pushed her.

"Oof," Sophia grunted as she abruptly fell forward and landed with both hands under her. "What are you-- oh!"

Leo had pulled his knees under him as she toppled, and somehow he'd managed to keep his cock inside of her as they moved. With a tilt of his hips, he pressed deeper into her and answered her question without the need for words. She waited in breathless anticipation as he readjusted his position, coming to a rest on his knees behind her while she was left on all-fours.

"Oh, yeah," she sighed dreamily as he moved his strong hands across the expanse of her plush behind. "Yeah, that works."

The feeling of her firm yet supple cheeks under his fingers had his heart pounding even harder in his chest, and he took another moment to enjoy groping and squeezing his Spanish beauty's curves before deciding she was ready for a proper fucking.

He drew back in a smooth motion, then thrust forward hard enough for his pelvis to make a wet slapping sound as he collided with her ass.

"Ah!" she grunted in equal parts surprise and pleasure as he slammed his long, Black cock into her. Then, before she could so much as blink, he was moving again. Leo drove into her again and again with long strokes that brought the full length of his shaft to bear each time.

Hands tightening on her hips for better leverage, he started really giving it to her. Sohpia's groan of pleasure turned into a drawn-out squeal as he set a furious pace. He was definitely going to be getting noise complaints over this, but just then he could not have possibly cared less. All he cared about, all he could think about, was the feeling of her tight body parting around him and squeezing him with each hard thrust.

When Leo slid one of his hands around her hip and found her clit again, she clenched down so hard that he was afraid he'd lose control right then. But he held on, pushing through to fuck her even faster as he started stroking her clit.

"Oh god, god," she moaned senselessly as Leo brought their bodies together again and again. He found the exact place she needed him, his cock brushing that sensitive point inside of her in time with the motions of his fingers. "¡Hala, venga! Faster, Leo."

It wasn't long before she could feel a dense ball of heat building in her middle, growing heavier with each hard thrust and each stroke across her clitoris. It grew tighter and tighter in her core as her tension rose. She could vaguely hear herself mumbling gibberish, pleading and demanding, but wasn't even sure what she was asking for anymore. All she knew was that she was climbing the hill towards what might be the greatest orgasm of her life.

Leo slid two fingers up over her engorged clitoris and pressed down hard, swirling around in a circle as he slammed into her again, again, again, until finally...

"¡Dios!" she whimpered as the rising pressure in her middle broke all at one. Then blazing heat was shooting up her spine and scorching every nerve in her body, and words left her completely.

Sophia slumped forward as she came, and her face being buried in the blankets was the only thing that kept her shrill cry from waking everyone in the whole damned neighbourhood. Every muscle in her body clenched down at once, locking her in place as pleasure raced up and outwards to sweep everything else away.

Her already tight canal bore down on him so hard that it almost hurt, and Leo could feel the stirrings of his own climax in the peripherals as he fucked the lovely Latina even as she came undone under him.

Wave after wave of stomach-fluttering pleasure raced through her, and the whole world seemed to fade away. Everything washed out into dim background noise-- everything but the feeling of Leo's steel-hard cock driving into her over and over and over. It was like there was nothing else at all, like she existed as nothing more than a tight hole meant to receive him.

Pressure mounted at the base of his spine as Leo fucked her like his life depended on it. Already he could feel the tingles starting to spread up his back and down his shaft, and his balls were starting to tighten and draw close to his body. It wouldn't be long now.

"Soph," he panted. "Soph, I'm close. I'm fucking close, I don't know how long I--"

"In me." Her voice was shaky and raw from her pleasure, but he heard her loud and clear. "Por favor, Leo. I want to feel all of you, all of it. I don't care about the risks-- I don't care about anything else."

That was all Leo needed to hear. Listening to this sexy woman-- with her long legs, hourglass figure, and sweet, beautiful brown eyes-- tell him to finish inside of her while he fucked her like a jackhammer was enough to throw him over the edge. She had already confessed to not being on birth control, to being at a risky point in her cycle, but still she was willing to welcome his seed. Eager, even.

A surge of masculine pride swelled in his chest even as a surge of pleasure swelled up in the space between his spine and his cock. He bore down with his pelvic floor muscle, clenching hard to delay his climax for even one more second.

His thrusting was irregular now, fast and uneven and desperate as he held off his impending undoing. Sophia was nearly boneless under him now. Her body was soft and pliable as he pressed her down into the soft mattress, driving her down with thrust after thrust. He was teetering on the brink of bliss now, and some part of him wanted the moment to last forever.

But even his willpower had to give out sometime.

The pressure rising in his shaft finally reached its breaking point, then all at once the rising tension was replaced by a streak of white-hot pleasure as the long muscle of his cock flexed and expanded. Sophia mewled wordlessly as she felt Leo's already thick cock swell inside of her tight pussy. He drove himself into her even harder, making her wince in discomfort as his cock battered against her cervix.

She felt his cock throb against her silken walls again, again, in time with his thrusts. Then he was pressing against her as hard as he could, and on the next convulsion she felt the first burst of warmth erupt from him.

Leo growled like an animal as the pleasure overtook him. He buried himself as deep into his Spanish lover's snatch as he could go, and finally let loose. A wave of pleasure swept up through his body until it spilled from him in what felt like the largest stream of cum he'd ever experienced. The white-hot burst of pleasure that came with his release was so intense that he saw stars flicker in his peripheral vision as he unleashed a heavy geiser of spunk as deep in her as he could get it.

The thick rope of cum shot out of her lover's thick, dark cock, directly onto Sophia's cervix. He doused her innermost gate with a that first scalding burst, the heavy weight of it filling her and seeping into her pores. Leo shuddered and twitched against her as his shaft convulsed again, swelling within her and loosing another pulse of slick heat to paint her inner walls.

Yet more cum, more of his virile, masculine seed, poured forth in wave after wave. All for her.

With each pulse, each throb, Leo unleashed tens of millions of his sperm cells deep in her unprotected cunt. Just a single drop deposited right against the entrance to her womb might well be enough to leave her swollen and gravid with his baby, but Sophia didn't care. She didn't care about the consequences, didn't care about Mike, didn't care what people would say-- all she cared about was the growing warmth as Leo twitched inside of her and squeezed out another splash, and another. The feeling of him filling her was all she needed.

"Holy god," he grunted in a strained voice as he twitched once more, and again, then finally stilled.

"Yeah," she groaned, an exhausted but content smile on her face, "that about sums it up."

Leo held himself against her, his still hard prick working like a cork to hold in the massive reservoir of fluid he'd left behind. But eventually even a stud like him had to grow soft, and slowly the accumulated cum started dribbling out of her swollen pussy.

"I think I need to use the toilet." Sophia wiggled out from under him as Leo shifted around her, and rose on unsteady feet. She shambled towards the attached ensuite with all the dignity her shaky legs could muster.

He just grinned as he watched the well-fucked Spanish beauty teeter slightly before catching herself. A thick drop of him cum rolled down her inner thigh even as he stared, and Leo felt a stirring of arousal at the sight. Maybe it was just some dumb animal instinct, but there was nothing like the sight of a hot lady after a good fucking, especially one was covered in-- and filled with-- his cum.

While Sophia settled herself on the toilet to do her business, Leo pulled the now-soiled blanket off the bed and tossed it beside his laundry hamper, then grabbed a replacement from the closet. By the time she was done dripping excess cum into the toilet, Leo was already back in bed and waiting for her.

She stopped in the doorway for a moment to appreciate the sight of the toned, dark-skinned man reclined on his cream-coloured sheets. Sophia stood stark naked in the doorway, her crumpled dress abandoned on the bathroom floor, while Leo was covered in bedding from the waist-down. Just the sight of his toned upper body, from his defined pecs to the stark lines of his Adonis belt, was enough to make her almost drool with hunger. They were silent as each drank in the sight of the other for a moment, before Leo invited her back to bed with a tilt of his head.

Maybe she should have gone home... but the bed certainly looked inviting. What harm would it do to rest a little while?

The sheets were soft against her naked skin as Sophia slid into Leo's bed for the second time that evening, and he immediately extended an arm to give her space to cuddle up against him. She didn't hesitate, resting her head on the crook between his wide bicep and his pectoral, using his shoulder as a pillow.

Leo couldn't help but grin again at the sight of the beautiful woman lying naked beside him. Her head was on his shoulder, her arm was over his stomach, and her pillowy breasts were pressed into his side. The warmth radiating from her felt divine.

"I guess we should talk about it," she said begrudgingly. She didn't want to ruin the mood or the beautiful feeling of post-orgasmic bliss, but they really did need to talk it out.

"Yeah, we probably need to."

She lifted her face to meet his gaze. He studied Sophia's wide, brown eyes and her beautiful, heart-shaped face, and she stared into his dark eyes. They spent another long moment looking at each other, saying nothing.

Finally, she sighed again and broached the uncomfortable subject. "Is this... Was this a one-time thing?"

"That's up to you," he replied immediately. When she sighed, obviously unsatisfied with his half-answer, he continued: "I don't want it to be a one-and-done. I want... I want you, Sophia. But if you want to go and never talk about it again, I won't get clingy. I can be cool."

"I don't want it to be a one-time thing either," she whispered, so quietly that he almost couldn't hear her. But with each word that she spoke, she grew more confident and her voice grew louder and clearer. "I like you, Leo. And I really, really resent Michael. He's such a bastard now. He sits on his culo-- on his ass-- while I bust my behind working just as hard, for just as many hours as him, before coming home and taking care of everything around the house. Then he goes off and fucks around. He doesn't care about me at all, doesn't care how much he hurts me when he..."

"I'm sorry he treats you like that," Leo said when she trailed off. "Michael is an asshole."

"He's not the man I fell in love with. Maybe he never was."

"You deserve better than that." He traced a finger down the side of her cheek, stroking her smooth face before tucking a lock of her now-dishevelled black hair behind her ear. "Better than him."

"There are more men than women out there, but there still aren't many guys like you in the world, Leo."

"And what kinda man is that?" he asked with a smirk.

"Considerate, smart, ambitious," she listed, lifting fingers on her hand and counting off traits as she went, "not to mention sexy. I guess I just... settled."

"Well, there aren't that many kind, funny, gorgeous, and witty ladies like you in the world," he countered. "A girl like you-- you shouldn't have to settle."

"So, where does that leave me?"

"Dump him," Leo said simpy. Her head bounced slightly when he shrugged his wide shoulders. "Ditch that arrogant prick."

"If I'm not married, then any fucking dude with a license can just... take me." Her voice betrayed her insecurity, her fear. In the last few years, women went from living in a world of constant background danger from the predatory men that lurked in the world to being vulnerable in ways no one could have even imagined in the decades before, and the toll that constant anxiety took on her was clear. "Basically whenever they want. There's no protection."

"Not if you're already pregnant," he whispered, and she stared up at him again with those big, expressive eyes of hers. "Pregnant women are safe."

When her eyes flicked downwards, he followed her gaze until they were both staring at her midsection. She was covered up to the shoulders in comfortable sheets and blankets, but the two of them looked down as if they could see through the soft fabric to her stomach. Sophia's tummy was nearly flat, save for the small cushion of fat that sat protectively over her uterus. Her womb.

She might already be on-track to having a baby bump showing in just four or five months.

"You're really not on any protection?"

"None," she breathed. "My doctor... Doctors around the country stopped prescribing birth control except in specific cases where the woman's health was in danger."

"So you could be..." he started, then stopped, not able to even bring himself to say the word.

Sophia was silent for another long moment before she finally sighed again. This time her sigh sounded... content. "If I was-- if I am pregnant-- that would be just fine."

"Shit, you mean it?"

She nodded wordlessly, then pulled her eyes up towards his face again. She was afraid of what she might see, afraid of the rejection that might be lurking there, but all she saw in Leo's nearly-black eyes was happiness and contentment. He squeezed her shoulder tighter in solidarity, and she felt her throat tighten and her eyes tickle with the threat of tears.

Leo really did care about her, she realised.

"Is it even possible today?" he asked, excitement rising in his chest like an out-of-control balloon.

"Well, my period was what... two weeks ago?" she mused out loud. "Started on a Saturday, so I guess one day less than that."

"I don't actually know anything about menstrual whatevers," he confessed. "What does that actually mean?"

"Well, the whole cycle starts from the first day of your period," she explained. "Ovulation is usually around day what... fourteen? And I guess that would be..."

"Tomorrow?" he asked breathlessly, and she nodded. "So, that means..."

"Sperm can live for days inside of a woman," she went on. "That means if any of your sperm are in me now, if any slipped past my cervix and into my... you know... then if I ovulate tomorrow, they'll be there already."

Leo said nothing, excitement and tension rising in his gut in equal measure.

"If the ovum-- that's the egg-- implants on the wall, and those sperm find it," she said, her eyes glittering with the same eagerness he could feel building inside of himself, "then by afternoon I might be, uh..."

"Fertilised?" he suggested with a cocky smirk. "Knocked up? Pregnant? Have a bun in your oven? Be bred like a--"

Sophia smacked his arm affably, and he broke into laughter. She might not like his crude phrasing, but he noticed that she also didn't argue his point. She didn't even seem concerned about the possibility of her looming pregnancy. If anything, she actually seemed... excited?

Leo gave her another slow look-over, clocking the hint of blush in her cheeks that had faded during their period of post-coital relaxation only to make a new appearance and the way her eyes shone with a fresh hunger. Her hand had been resting on his stomach and making slow circles around his middle as they talked, but after gently slapping his arm, her hand returned to rest a little lower. Not quite under her waistline, but straying enticingly close to that territory.

"Maybe we should make sure," he suggested flirtatiously. Sophia gave an exaggerated eye-roll in response, but not before he saw the way the idea ignited a fresh wave of heat behind her eyes. "I mean, I left a lotta my stuff in you-- deep in you-- but you never know. Best to be sure about these things, right?"

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Sophia teased. She was playing coy, but she didn't say anything about the way his hand was trailing down her side, sliding lower and lower down.

In fact, as his fingers brushed against the swell of that sweet bubble butt he'd lusted after so many times before, she actually wiggled her hips a little bit. And when his digits traced around the line of her inner thigh, she spread her legs in an unspoken invitation.

Leo rolled over to face her, one arm still under her neck while his other hand was teasing the space between her legs. Sophia, in turn, spread her legs a bit wider.

Was that a deliberate move, or just an unconscious reaction to having such a viable mate working his fingers towards her pussy? Honestly, even Sophia didn't know if she was making conscious moves anymore or just letting nature take its course-- and the truth was that it didn't matter much to her either way. Leo was obviously eager to slide between her legs again, and she was just as eager to have him there.

He traced along the outer edge of her labia with the tip of a single finger, and Sophia shuddered as a rising wave of arousal flooded her. This heat, this need for him... it could sweep her away if she wasn't careful.

Was that really such a bad thing?

He dipped his finger between her lips, pressing against the place where his cock had been buried just twenty minutes ago. The place where he'd thrust deep into, and deposited his thick, heavy load. She spread her legs even wider, lifting and bending one leg to open herself up for him again.

"Shit," he whispered approvingly as he slid a finger into her eager pussy, "you're so wet again already."

When he started moving his finger in and out of her, it took Sophia a serious effort of will to keep from mewling like a little whore. It was hard to keep her composure when she was in his strong, hard arms. He was a perfect specimen of a man: strong without being aggressive, confident without being arrogant, and protective without being controlling. Not to mention the fact that he was hung like a bull but balanced it out with tenderness and an actual interest in her pleasure.

"Or maybe you're just still wet," he teased as started pumping his finger in and out of her a bit faster.

She'd caught him staring at her over the years she'd spent in Mike's friend group, but she'd never said anything. She hadn't discouraged Leo's interest in her, but she had never encouraged him either. Why had she waited so long to let him take her?

Struck by a sudden suspicion, Leo pulled his hand away from her abruptly, and this time she actually did mewl pathetically at the sudden lack. He held his finger up, and they both looked at the glistening slime coating it.

"Shit, you're still full of my cum," he crowed. "You let it drip out, but there's still so much of it. My seed is all over your walls. Your pussy is slick with my--"

He cut off abruptly as Sophia leaned her head forward and caught his finger in her mouth. She gently sucked the tip of his digit, licking off the combined mixture of her arousal and his seed, and he groaned in mounting lust.

"Christ, you're so fucking hot," he praised as the gorgeous young Latina sucked his finger clean.

Sophia let his finger out of her mouth with a pop, then licked the last of the flavour off of her lips with a quiet, "Mmm," and he felt blood starting to be diverted towards his flaccid cock. Damn, she was so hot he felt like he could go again and again and again. How many loads would it take to knock up his Spanish fox?

He was eager to find out.

Her breath caught for a moment when his hand found its place between her legs again, and came out in a rush when she felt him pressing two fingers into her. She was so slick with arousal and the mess he'd left behind-- not to mention just recently stretched by his thick cock-- that he was met with little resistance. Her slick pussy eagerly accepted his fingers, and heat flared up in her middle as he started pumping and curling them.

"Ah hell, you're slick with it," he said, still egging her on. "I left so much cum in you, wave after wave, and there's still so much left. Can you feel it moving around as I finger you?"

"Mm-hmm," she moaned with a nod as he teased her. That bastard-- that terrible, sexy bastard.

She reached down between them, grasping his slowly-hardening cock and squeezing it. With each beat of his heart, his shaft grew longer and stiffer in her palm. After sex, Mike was usually out like a light, but it was only thirty or forty minutes after their first round and Leo was already ready to go again. He was insatiable-- which made him a perfect match for Sophia right then.

"I'm pushing it back into you with every motion of my fingers. Pushing all those swimmers back into your fertile cunt, back up towards your womb. Gotta make sure they all find their way, right? They have an important date with your eggs."

"¡Dios mio!" she groaned out as he teased and finger-fucked her. "Sí Leo, push every last drop into me."

He ground his hand against her even harder, angling this thumb so the knuckle was pressed against her clit. With each motion, he stimulated her from the inside and out, and it wasn't long before Sophia was panting, gasping, and shuddering again.

But before she could come undone, his hand was out from between her damp thighs and pressing on her hip. Sophia let him roll her over until she was flat on her back so Leo could kneel between her legs.

There was no need for words to convey their intentions. Leo took his thick, hard cock in hand, clearly telling her what he wanted to do. Sophia spread her supple thighs even wider, signalling her acceptance more clearly than words could ever convey. Then he was directly over her with one arm beside the pillow her head was resting on and his cock lined up with her waiting body. There would be no more waiting.

Leo tilted his hips forward, and suddenly the wide tip of him was pressing against her folds and parting them again.

She slid a hand down the space between their bodies, gently nudging his shaft and helping him find his way. And when he pushed forward, there was nothing between his body and hers. Not a scrap of clothing in the way, barely a hint of resistance, and certainly no condom. It was just him, bare and raw-- and her, fertile and unprotected.

"Oh, dios," she groaned as his cock started pushing into her for the second time that night. She was sopping wet from his touching and teasing, and already warmed up, but she still had to stretch to take his thick shaft. He wasn't quite hung like a stallion, but Leo was well above average, and it took some getting used to. But it was getting easier by the second. "Give it all to me, Leo."

"Oh, I'm gonna." He smirked down at his gorgeous woman as he slowly fed his length into her, inch by inch.

Leo had always thought Sophia was sexy, and she'd somehow looked even sexier than normal when she first set foot in his apartment tonight, but she had never looked better to him than she did right then. Sophia's face was contorted with a mixture of discomfort as her body stretched around his cock, pleasure at the feeling of being filled, and a desperate hunger for more. Deep inside, he knew he would remember this sight for the rest of his life.

"I'm going to give you everything, mamacita. Just you wait."

Unfortunately, in this position, without her well-rounded ass between them to provide padding, Leo couldn't quite push his pelvis all the way against her. When he tried, he bumped into Sophia's cervix and earned a wince of discomfort that lasted just barely long enough for him to catch-- with an entire inch to spare.

"That's all you can take, love," he cooed. "There's barely anything leftover. You did such a good job taking my cock."

"Stop being patronizing and start fucking me," she whispered, although there was no hint of irritation or steel in her voice. Just warmth, affection... and raw need.

Sophia wrapped her arms around Leo's muscular shoulders as he started moving, trying to hold him even closer. When he pulled back and pushed back into her, her moan of pleasure was muffled by his lips pressing against her. She savoured the taste of his breath, his lips, and his tongue as he gave another slow, explorative thrust.

Finding her body warm and receptive-- and oh-so-soft against his firmness-- Leo let himself move a bit faster. There was no hesitation between pulling back and pushing in now, no time for her to miss the feeling of him before he was buried deeply in her again. It was a continuous feeling of pressure, in and out and in again, and she felt both full and fulfilled like she never had before.

Her feet found their way behind his knees as she wrapped her legs around him. With more leverage, she started to pull him against her with her thighs even as she lifted her hips to meet his thrust. She wordlessly urged him on, spurring him to move harder and faster, even if she couldn't get him in any deeper.

There was just enough space between his pelvis and hers for her hand to fit, and she found her clit with her index and middle finger. On his next deep thrust, Sophia pressed down over her sensitive nub, doubling the pleasure.

"Mmf," she groaned against his lips as Leo obeyed her wordless pleas and started fucking her even harder. He'd been afraid of hurting the curvy, narrow-waisted Latina, but it was getting clearer with every thrust that she could take everything he had.

Hips pumping even faster, Leo filled her desperate void with thrust after thrust, and filled his bedroom with the sound of wet skin coming together.

Sophia moved her fingers as Leo worked his magic, until the pressure building in her was almost too much to bear and her heart was hammering so hard beneath her breasts that she thought it might just explode. "¡Ándale, no te detengas! Don't stop!"

Leo didn't stop.

Sophia felt the tension rising until her breath caught and her heart stuttered, and Leo didn't stop.

She came explosively undone around him, body shuddering and rippling as pleasure rushed through her, and Leo didn't stop.

All the muscles in her body tightened as the orgasm lit up every nerve, and Leo didn't stop. She squeezed down around him, her convulsing pussy gripping him like a fist, and still Leo didn't stop. He was in heaven, watching and hearing and feeling her cum around him.

He just kept thrusting, kept fucking her as the rising tide of her pleasure swept over her in wave after wave. Their mouths mashed together with more passion than finesse, the kiss sloppy and messy and desperate. He fucked her as she tightened her arms around his back and clenched her legs to bring him even closer, and even then Leo didn't stop. He gave her everything she needed until Sophia was flying past her peak, the mountain of pleasure replaced with the ethereal glow that always overtook her after a mind-bending orgasm.

Before tonight, how long had it been since she'd last felt that? Too long, she thought-- far too long.

And then he actually did stop, his motions halting abruptly. Leo pulled his hips back until his hardness fell away from her, leaving a gaping sense of emptiness behind, and she heard a pitiful whimper slip from her lips. Had he already finished? Earlier he'd lasted almost forever, and she would have expected him to last even longer on their second round, rather than finishing sooner.

But no, of course he hadn't. She could feel a deep emptiness in her, a recess waiting to be filled. Sophia gave a wide, dopey smile as relief flooded her-- he hadn't cum in her again, and they didn't have to be done yet.

Then the soft sheets were falling away from her as he sat up, and her legs were exposed to the cool air again. Leo's cock brushed against her sensitive laba as he changed his position, teasing her with the promise of that satisfying fullness again. Then, before she could ask him what he was doing, he had his hands wrapped around her knees and was pulling upwards.

Sophia squeaked with surprise as Leo effortlessly repositioned her, lifting her legs until her pelvis was tilted upwards.

A surge of victorious satisfaction rose in his chest as Leo rearranged her, tilting Sophia's ass up until her knees were wrapped around his ribs. She was crumpled up like a pretzel now, her sweet pussy angled up towards him. And when he pushed into her again, the new angle made her feel even tighter somehow.

It felt strange to be picked up and moved around, bent and positioned, but Sophia would have been lying if she'd said she didn't like it. There was something so hot about how strong Leo was, how he could easily pick her up and toss her around if he wanted to. And as he pressed against the inside of her thighs with her chest and slid his cock back into her, she could certainly see the merits of this new position-- the angle of her hips made him feel even bigger and deeper, while the way her legs were up took away all her leverage and made her feel vulnerable and submissive below her mate. No to mention the fact that her pelvis being tilted up like this meant...

"Now we've got your womb lined up all nicely," Leo growled as he thrust down into her. Sophia could do nothing but moan appreciatively as he pressed down on her and trapped her in place under his weight. "This way gravity helps us out, and makes everything drip down, down..."

Then he was pumping away again, thrusting into her as hard and fast as before. If someone had seen them from behind, all they would have seen was the muscular expanse of Leo's back, all of his bare Black skin, with a pair of tanned Spanish legs sticking out the sides above his hips. His ass contracted in fast, hard movements as he pounded into her already well-used cunt.

The position left her feeling utterly open, exposed, and receptive. It made her feel like nothing more than an opened pussy and welcoming womb under him. And, for some reason, the usually strong-willed woman didn't mind. She trusted Leo, and welcomed his dominance.

"God damn, Sophia, you feel so good wrapped around me," he grunted. His words were punctuated by the wet slap, slap, slap of his thighs slapping against hers. With each thrust, she could feel his heavy sack colliding with her ass.

It felt like he'd already cum enough to fill an entire lake not even an hour before-- how could his testes already feel so heavy and full again? She imagined how his body must be working double-time to crank up sperm production, spawning a thousand new cells every second as he fucked her like a jackhammer. Pure instinct was driving his body to fill her as much as it could, to maximize its chances of breeding the receptive, fertile mate spread open beneath him.

"I love how it feels having you inside of me," she whispered in Leo's ear as pressed down on her with his torso. His chest was a hard wall of muscle against her soft skin, and she could feel her breasts being lightly squashed as he squeezed against him. "You're so deep inside of me, I think I can feel you in my stomach, cariño."

"I can't get enough of you." The motion of his cock sawing in and out of her was reduced to a blur, an unending cycle of warmth that made her head spin. "I wanna fuck you over and over, every day. Leave my load in you until you're full to the brim."

"So do it, Leo. Over and over again. I'm yours to take."

"I wanna cum in you again." His voice was strained now as Leo battled against the rising tide of pleasure welling up at the base of his cock. "I want to knock you up, Soph. I'm gonna get you pregnant."

"You can," she gasped as he drove into her particularly forcefully. She knew she was going to be sore in the morning, but it was worth it. She grabbed his face with her hands and pulled him towards her for another sloppy, passionate kiss. Their grunts of pleasure mixed as the sounds of their lips smacking joined the noise of their fucking.

"I'm going to breed you," he continued, taunting and promising her even as he fucked her into a daze. "I'm not going to stop until I leave my kid growing in your womb, until your belly is swollen and round."

She whined plaintively as his dirty talking stoked her heat to new heights. The truth was that Sophia had been having baby fever off and on for the last two years now, and it was always especially bad when she was close to ovulating and her hormones were acting up. But in all that time, she had never brought it up with Mike. Every time she thought about having a kid, her whole heart would swell, and she'd feel the telltale tingle warmth of arousal growing in her middle, but the idea of having a child with her husband had always left her cold.

But now, pressed down and spread under Leo with his thick cock pumping in and out of her cum-slicked pussy, her quiet desire for pregnancy flared up like a bonfire.

"I want your baby, Leo," Sophia moaned, voice half-muffled by his lips. "I want you. I want all of you, mi amore. I want to get me pregnant."

"You'll be such a sexy mommy." His thrusts were so deep and hard that she swore she could feel him all the way down to her soul. She clenched down around him in turn, tightening and caressing him from the inside in time with every promise he made. "Everyone who sees you is going to know it's my kid in you, my baby growing in your womb. Everyone will know that you're off-limits-- that you're mine."

"Yes, sí," Sophia begged. Her body was open, willing, waiting for his seed. The thick, almost eggy secretions oozing from her pussy all day warned her that the moment of her ovulation was just around the corner, and she wanted so badly for it to be Leo's seed that found her egg. "I'm yours."

"I'm about to cum," he warned as his muscles clenched around her. Leo held her even tighter now, squishing their bodies together as if they could merge into one being. "I'm right there-- I--"

Sophia lifted her head until he could feel her breath hot on his ear, and whispered the words he needed to hear: "Cum inside me, Leo."

The building tension that he'd been holding off with every ounce of energy spilled over at those words, expanding in a wave to rush up his spine and leave him so breathless that he got tunnel vision. Pleasure exploded at the base of his cock, flowing outwards as his balls drew even tighter against his body and his already-stiff cock grew even harder.

Seconds stretched into hours as he teetered on the edge, just past the point of no return. Then his orgasm overtook him, and his cock was suddenly throbbing with every beat of his heart.

"Oh!" Sophia cried quietly as his thick cock flexed in her so hard that it felt like her pussy was being reshaped around a bar of iron. "Oh, sí."

His cock throbbed again as he drove himself into her again, and then one last time as he pressed his swollen head against the ring of her cervix. The next mighty contraction of his shaft was accompanied by a rolling wave of warmth as his shuddering cock loosed a heavy rope of his potent, virile sperm directly onto the cervix it was kissing.

Inside, just beyond a ring of muscle and a wall of mucus, she was unprotected. Sophia was young and fertile and so eager to carry this man's child: a dream that grew ever closer as she felt the growing heat of his cum pour into her and spread throughout her body.

Leo's ass clenched as he flexed an inner muscle to squeeze his prostate, coaxing his pleasure even higher as he came.

The sheer force of it was like being on the receiving end of a fireman's hose, and her Black lover groaned loudly as another stream of cum erupted from him to splash against her innermost barrier, painting her white from the inside.

Hot, sticky spunk drenched her innermost wall, pooling against her seal with every pulse. It settled down into her, seeming to fill in all of her crevices as he twitched and loosed another splash, and another. With each second, with each pulse, he poured more and more of his seed into her. There was no way out for all the sperm, nowhere to go but down as her mate twitched against her and unleashed everything he had.

His thick shaft shuddered and twitched inside of her tight walls, and he made small thrusting motions to push against her again and again, so that every drop of cum was deposited as deep as he could get it.

When he was done, he stayed like that and held Sophia in place as they kissed again. The act was full of just as much passion as before, but now it was also tinged with celebration. The two lovers rode a wave of euphoric victory as their tongues and saliva mingled. They had just completed the act of mating, one of the most basic experiences of the animal kingdom.

He twitched again, squeezing out dribble, and her vagina clenched around him to squeeze and milk every drop her body could get. Their actions were primal, unconscious-- the automatic processes of two bodies working together to create a child.

Then she felt something soft under her ass, and raised a brow as Leo pushed it more firmly against her. Her hips came up automatically as he wedged the pillow underneath her supple cheeks. When he finally pulled out of her, barely a drop of his cum came with him. The rest of his seed was pulled downwards, following gravity's course as her raised hips shepherded the fluid deeper into her body.

"We'll keep those curvy hips of yours raised," he explained between kisses. "Just to make sure it... takes."

"You filled me with so much," she whispered in absolute wonder as she felt the mess he'd left behind settle against the very mouth of her uterus. "I've never been so full..."

"And there's more where that came from," Leo promised with his signature cocky smirk.

Then he flopped over, coming to rest on his side and facing her as Sophia laid on her back with her hips tilted upwards. He pulled the blankets up and over them both, wrapping her in warmth before curling a hand protectively over her. His hand came to rest just below her bellybutton, over the womb that might be welcoming his sperm even now. Where their baby might soon grow.

"That was perfect," Sophia sighed as her heart rate finally started to slow. She would need to keep her hips elevated for at least ten minutes, or even as much as thirty for maximum effect, and she appreciated how comfortable Leo's bed was.

"Absolutely perfect," he agreed.

"So... what now?"

"Are you seriously ready for round three?" he asked, one eyebrow shooting up in surprise.

"What? Don't be silly," she giggled, slapping his muscular shoulder with her small hand for the third time that evening.

The laughter made her middle tense up, and she felt her walls clamp down hard enough to squeeze out a drop of cum to slowly dribble down her asscrack. She wanted to wipe off the errant, ticklish drop, but doing that would undoubtedly make even more of it fall out. It would just have to wait.

"So, what do you mean, then?" he asked. "Like... our future?"

Sophia nodded her head, and they laid there in silence for a few long moments. "Well, you should sleep over tonight, for starters. Maybe all week-- not like ol' Mikey is gonna be around anyway. After that... Well, that's up to you. Do you want to stay with him while you wait to see if we managed to, you know..."

His eyes flicked downwards as he spoke, and Sophia giggled again. She definitely knew what he meant.

"Otherwise you could just stay here," he went on. "I've got plenty of space--"

"I want to stay with you," she answered before he could finish. "Mike is-- I'm so done with his crap. Maybe you could help me move my stuff out? He never even wanted me to put my name on the lease, so he can't come after me when I move out and stop paying rent."

"Just like that, hey? You're ready to pack up and leave?"

"He left me a long time ago," she whispered, a trace of hurt slipping into her voice.

"Not much you can say about a guy that's not faithful," Leo agreed. "I can help you move whatever you want, whenever you're ready."

"You know, it's not even the fact that he slept around that hurt me," she confessed into the quiet room. "Honestly, I don't even care that he wanted to sleep with other women. And I wouldn't care if you did, either, for that matter."

Leo raised his brows at the sudden change in direction the conversation had taken. "Shit, really?"

"I mean, you have a breeding license and all," Sophia said with a shrug. "You are supposed to use it. As long as I'm the one you love, I don't care who else you spend a bit of time with, or who helps you repopulate. What really got to me about Mike was the mentiras-- all the lying. He was always sneaking around, telling me he only wanted to be with me while his dick was still wet with some other girl's juices. If he had just talked to me, just been honest..."

"So, you're saying that as long as I tell you what I'm doing," Leo said slowly, trying to be sure he understood what she was saying, "you don't mind if I fuck other girls while I'm with you?"

"Is that okay with you?" she asked, and he loudly guffawed.

"Hell yeah, girl. That sounds like the best arrangement I've ever heard of."

"Just don't lie to me," she said quietly, meeting his gaze with pleading eyes. Then her mood brightened and a mischievous look crossed her face. "And I don't know if I ever mentioned it to you, but I used to date ladies as well as men back in college. So... if you're going to hook up with a pretty girl and she seems amenable... invite me along, sí?"

"Oh, I can certainly do that," Leo promised. Then he was leaning into her, their lips pressing together with a new kind of passion.

Sophia sighed quietly into his mouth, wrapping one arm around his neck to pull him closer while being careful not to move enough to risk spilling any more of his precious seed. Their kiss deepened, and she could have sworn she felt the stirring of his cock against her naked thigh...

"So," he asked when their lips finally parted for a second, "how about that round three?"