12. Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I stare down at the puppy pad with my cock in my hand.

Did today really happen? It feels like a fever dream of never-ending chaos. I'm exhausted, yet somehow exhilarated. I slowly slide my hand up and down my shaft as I reflect on the events of my day. I started and quit my new job, met Story, brought her home, put my mouth on hers, then between her thighs, and stretched her pretty ass until she pushed out her plug.

The plug.

I swallow hard, tightening my fist until I'm choking the hell out of my chicken. I've come an insane amount of times today. When I woke up. Again, while I had my morning oats. A few times in the ambulance. Then when I saw Story tied to the bed. When I kissed her, touched her, smelled her. And twenty minutes ago when she pushed that butterfly from her poop chute like the goddamned warrior she is.

I've splooged so many times, I should be empty. Should be, but I know I'm not. Crazy enough, the amount of liquid that's been seized from my balls in a singular twenty-four-hour period is not unusual for me.

I have a problem. An addiction. I can't stop.

I'm a jerk-o-holic.

It's the high, the pleasure, the few moments where I have to think about nothing beyond getting off. But more than that, it's the cum itself. I love seeing it, feeling it against my skin. Sometimes, I even drink it. I can't help it. It's a sign of my virility. A measure of my masculinity. Proof that I, Frederick Fink Bates, am worthy of creating and having a family. One that will be all mine. One that will look up to me, care about me, love me.

Now I have that. I have Story.

And fuck, she's perfect for me. She's so damn sexy. So strong and smart. She's funny, too. Brave. So fucking brave.

My mind flashes back to earlier and my body trembles. Seeing her work so hard to push the plug out was a sight I'll never forget. She strained and shook, flexing every muscle in her curvy body to its limits. And she did it. She expelled that pretty little plug like a priest shunning a demon during an exorcism.

That was the moment I realized I'm in love with her. I knew I was attracted to her. Knew I wanted to keep her. But now, I see forever in her brown eyes.

Against my will, my gaze slides back to the puppy pad.

My mouth goes dry as a spurt of jizz shoots from my aching sack.

After I got my girl settled into the jacuzzi bathtub in our bedroom with a snack, I cleaned up her mess. There wasn't much that came out with the plug, but enough that I knew she'd be embarrassed if she were aware.

What do I care, though? I'm a trained medical professional. A little caca never hurt anyone. I dumped it in the toilet and cleaned up the bathroom. However, what I couldn't bring myself to get rid of was the little thing that started this entire, beautiful night.

The plug.

The butterfly plug.

Mr. Buck Nekkid's words from earlier play through my mind like a broken record. He shared his story about the significance of butterflies and love. How every man in his family knew they'd found their true love when they were spotted with a butterfly. It was beautiful, and I'd been enthralled by his story. What are the chances of me meeting my woman on the same day as hearing Buck's tale? Of our instant connection. Our mutual attraction.

And the butterfly.

I release my junk as I drop to a crouch and pick the little thing up. I hold it to the light, taking it in with a smile.

"You created a lot of mischief, honey," I murmur, inspecting it. It's pink and made of translucent acrylic. The bottom is a medium plug, but the top is a good-sized butterfly. I shake my head as I note the perfect taper separating the base and butterfly. "Dumbass didn't know what the fuck he was doing with you, did he? Oh well. His loss, my gain."

The bright bathroom light catches on an inscription along the plug itself, but I can't make it out. I flick a peach-colored hair off and wipe a larger chunk of Story's excrement on my pant leg. Once it's somewhat clean, I hold it back up to the light. My breath catches in my lungs.

You Deserve True Love

My sweet baby bed bug.

Even in her moments of pleasure, she was still hopeful. Waiting to find her forever. Her happily ever after.

Now she has, and it's me.

Mine.

Story is all fucking mine.

My pendulous balls hang heavily between my thighs and my throbbing member leaks a steady, excited flow. How can I be more turned on now than I was a minute ago? With shaking hands, I bring the plug closer. It's this. This damn thing is what has me so on edge. The memory of it inside Story. The smear of her along its side. The sweet message about love. The goddamned butterfly.

This plug is Story.

My woman.

I need it. I need her. Need her to be a part of me forever. It's a visceral, painful craving. And like the weak man I am, I already know I'm going to give into my desires before the thought's even formulated.

I consider standing for this, but then I recall how much the squat position gaped her ass. Squatting it is.

Reaching down, I gather some cream from my cock. It's not enough—not for my first time. I close my eyes, replaying every second I've spent with my girl tonight. It doesn't take long for my imagination to get the better of me.

I picture her delicious body spread out. Imagine my tongue rolling over every dip and curve. My lips pressing adoring kisses to her breasts. Taking her long nipples between my teeth. I groan as another spurt releases into my waiting palm. I keep going, my thoughts becoming more and more depraved as the seconds tick by. I don't stop until my palm is completely full and leaking onto the floor.

My eyes fly open. Holy shit. How did that happen?

"Fuck," I mutter. "That's crazy!"

I have big ass hands. How could I have possibly filled one with pre-cum alone? I can't waste it, though. My cum is full of nutrients and population potential. It's full of everything my baby needs.

My gaze slides around the bathroom as an idea comes to mind. I spot what I'm looking for on the counter and grin. Perfect. I gently set the plug on the clean puppy pad and snatch the small, empty glass jar. It takes some work to get the lid off with one hand, but when I do, I carefully pour my spunk into it.

"Don't spill, don't spill," I chant, cursing my shaking hands.

When I'm done, the jar is nearly full. I deposit it on the counter and quickly screw the lid back on, protecting my seed for later. Then I turn back to the plug. My hand is still soaked, so I use some to coat the plug, making sure it's dripping wet at the end for a quick insertion. Reaching behind my big body, I use the rest to slather my bussy. It's an awkward reach, but everytime my arm begins to ache, I remind myself how strong and brave Story is. She did this and so much more. She made it through. So can I.

I work a finger into my darkest hole, moaning at the tight stretch. Then another. I can only get the first inch or so in, but it's enough to prepare me.

Gulping, I pick up the plug and bring it to my backdoor, pressing it in slowly. I whimper in pain. Okay, maybe it wasn't enough, but it'll have to be. Story is probably ready for bed, and I need to give her medicine before she falls asleep.

My eyes flick back to the jar and it's the push I need to shove the plug up my ass.

"Barbra Streisand!" I cry, my neck falling back as I breathe through the sharp burst of pain. It only takes a few seconds for the pain to bleed into overwhelming pleasuring. My head snaps down as I gape at my cock. It's harder than it's ever been before, the sticky tip leaking and purple. "Holy shit. Aren't you tired yet, man?"

With a deep exhale, I slowly push to my feet. Every shift and step sends zaps of pleasure through my body. I'm seconds from busting again. I need to hurry—to get to my woman.

I need Story.

I rush through cleaning my hands and the bathroom. When I'm done, I do a quick check in the mirror, grimacing at what I see. My gray velours are soaked through. There are brown streaks down one thigh and crispy patches all over the place. My matching jacket didn't fare much better.

Sighing, I strip naked and rinse my face off in the sink. With a deep breath, I snatch the jar of semen from the counter and flick the light off.

Time to get my bed bug.

I trudge slowly down the hall, my brown eye clenching around the plug with every step. The butterfly is squashed between my thick cheeks, but the bite of pain only turns me on more. By the time I'm standing at our closed bedroom door, my feet are covered in baby batter.

"You can do this," I mutter, lifting my shaking hand. "She's going to see you naked for the rest of your life. She likes you, Fred." I swallow hard. "Maybe even loves you. Just walk inside, take care of her, and go to bed."

Go to bed next to Story.

Easier said than done.

I'm a virgin—in all ways.

Today was the first time I ever kissed a woman. Hell, beyond family and friends, today was the first time I ever touched a woman.

But she's not just a woman, my brain chides. She's your woman. Go get her.

Nodding, I grip the handle. That's right.

My. Fucking. Woman.

I quietly open the door. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when they do, my lungs seize up.

Story is laying on our bed, completely naked, with her legs spread wide. Her head is tipped back, her fingers buried deep inside her snatch.

My heart skips a beat. Then another.

Stepping forward, my body drawn to hers like a moth to a flame, I take her in fully, committing her to memory. With her head thrown back in pleasure, her chest rising and falling with panting breaths, she has no idea I'm here. I feel like a lurker, a creep, but I don't care. She's mine. Every inch of her. And I'll look if I damn well please.

Story is stunning. Her body twists and turns like the plot of an award-winning thriller. She has curves and bumps, ripples and rolls. She's natural, reminding me of a Greek goddess. She has hips meant for birthing babies and the sight of them has my starfish clenching around her used plug. I'm enraptured by her. But the part of her that makes my knees weakest is her soul.

It's the mate of mine.

"Story," I choke out. I love you. I clear my throat, shifting awkwardly. "I, uh, have your medicine."

Her eyes fly open and she sucks in a breath. I tense as her eyes rove over my naked body, taking in every exposed inch. Will she hate what she sees?

"Wowza," she breathes. Her throat bobs and her little tongue darts out, sliding across her lips. "Hubba hubba."

An unexpected chuckle bursts from me, and she shoots me a bashful smile, breaking the tension.

"You like what you see, bed bug?" I murmur, stepping closer. It hasn't escaped my attention that her fingers are still buried deep inside her.

Her brows wiggle adorably. "So much yes."

My knees hit the bed and I tilt my jaw to get a better view. My hand clenches around the glass jar. Damn. She's really in there. "You're not in pain, baby?"

"Not really," she says as a soft pussy squelch reaches my lucky ears. "Do you want me to stop, Freddikins?"

I sputter out a shocked gasp.

"Hell no!" I bring the jar up, showing it to her. The only light in the room is from the partially open bathroom door, so hopefully she can't fully make it out. "Actually, this is perfect. Why don't you keep going. Distract yourself while I apply your medicine."

"Medicine?" She pouts, her hand working faster. "I don't need medicine, quiche."

"Of course, you do. It'll help you feel better." Because everyone feels better when they're pregnant, right? That's what the maternal glow is all about.

But…wait…

"You're not on birth control, are you?"

She gives me a strange look. "No." Her eyes flick down in embarrassment as she whispers, "I want kids too much to risk messing with my cycle."

Thank fuck.

"That's so good, baby," I praise, loving her responding smile. "And when was your last period?" I climb onto the bed between her legs and tap her knee. "Open wider for me."

Story immediately spreads her thighs enough to accommodate my large body and I scoot as close as I can get. For a moment, I get distracted by the sight of her small hand nearly buried deep inside her sopping sex.

What a damn sight.

"A few weeks ago," she murmurs. I flick my gaze to her pretty face, watching as her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. "Actually, I'm, uh," she trails off, plucking her turgid peeks with a breathy moan. "I'm ovulating right now."

"Oh, fuck." I groan as pre-ejac shoots all over her kitty. She whimpers at the sight and scoops it up, using it to rub her nubbin. "Are you really ovulating?"

Nodding, she lets out an adorably sexy whine. "I want you to fertilize my womb, Fred. I want it so bad."

More jizz shoots out and I quickly lean forward, directing it at her frantically moving fingers.

Needs to be inside her. All of it.

"You wanna be pregnant with my baby, bed bug?" I gasp, the words forcing an impossible amount of seed from my testicles. "Want me to fill you up? Keep you nice and creamy?"

"Yes!" She cries. "Please, Freddy. Please, please, please!"

"I want that, too," I admit, my jaw tensing as I fight to keep myself from taking her right now. Fight to keep control. "I want you pregnant with my babies from now until the day we die, Story."

My words are enough to set her over the edge. Her back bows off the bed and a scream rips from her lungs as she orgasms, hard and loud. It's the second hottest thing I've ever seen. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I bat her hand away from her fuzzy muff and shove my rock hard penis inside of her. Okay, apparently I didn't try that hard to resist.

Story's eyes snap to mine, wild and shocked.

Same, girl. Same.

"Oh my God, baby quiche!" she shouts, gripping my shoulders. Her nails dig in as I drive forward, taking my virginity in one foul swoop. "You're inside me! You're really inside of me!"

Hell yes, I am. And I have no fucking clue how or when it happened. I'm pretty sure I had a cum-black out. Too much jizz loss made me lose my scruples. But now that I'm inside my girl, I couldn't care less.

I'm finally in her.

Inside Story.

I'm in her, just like a part of her is inside of me.

At the thought, my gluteus maximus clenches around the butterfly and a rope of liquid babies shoots into her womb.

Not her womb. My brain grunts angrily. You're not deep enough.

"Need deeper," I hiss as I wrap my arms under her and lift, bundling her to my chest. Her thick ass drops to my bent knees as she slides down my shaft, taking me to the hilt.

She sucks in a sharp breath and stares down at me. I hold her tighter, reveling in the feel of her milk duds pressed against my chest. For a long moment, we just stay like that, her sitting on my knees, her yummy legs wrapped around my hips, my arms banded around her, keeping her to me like a lifeline.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, my heart swelling with emotions for this girl. "You're perfect, Story."

"I'm far from perfect," she whispers back as a tear slips from her eye. I wipe it away, kissing her jaw. "And I'm nowhere near as pretty as you are."

I blush hard and my hole tightens around her plug. Her hands rub over my head just the way she likes, almost like she's polishing my bare dome. It makes me feel safe, cherished.

Loved .

My ass clenches, forcing my hips to pulse. She moans, low and throaty. More jizz escapes and her cunny flutters around me.

"It's crazy," she mumbles, dropping her head to my shoulder. Poor baby looks so tired. "I think I could come just from sitting like this. Every time your willy squirts, I feel it, and knowing it could be knocking me up makes me insanely horny."

"Oh, yeah?" I tease, rolling my hips slowly. "So you don't want me to move at all?"

Story whimpers. "Do that again."

I do, rolling and rocking my hips. With every slow, sensual grind, her clitty rubs against my mound, forcing her to flex around my joystick. And every time she does, more cum fills her. We stay like that until we're both trembling, sweaty messes and my spunk is puddled between my thighs.

Safe to say, she's well and truly filled and we haven't even come yet.

"Now, Story," I pant. "Kiss me, ride me, fuck me. Bring yourself to the edge so we can fly off together. I need your muscles clenching so hard, my seed has no choice but to inseminate your fertile eggs!"

Her mouth is on mine the second the words leave my mouth.

She swivels, doing some sort of hip acrobatics that shove me impossibly deeper. I'm so far inside her, I feel like I'm poking her spleen, and it's a damn sexy organ.

Our tongues tangle, our teeth clashing as she rides me hard and fast. My hands grope her luscious peach, spreading the cheeks so I can prod her sore entrance. I know I shouldn't. Know I should leave it alone, but I can't. I spent an hour with my hand buried deep inside her warmest tunnel, and I already miss being sheathed there.

"Oh, God!" She cries, gripping my shoulders as she bounces. "More! It feels so good! I want you to live inside me, Freddy! Want every part of your body inside mine." Story grunts, turning tear filled eyes to mine. "I can't get you deep enough!"

I bring my mouth to her stiff nipple, sucking it hard as I stare up into her stunning browns.

"It's not my man meat you want deeper," I murmur against her supple flesh. I press a hand to her heart. "It's here you need me, baby. Right here." I lave at her breast, wishing it was already filled with sugary milk. "And guess what? You already have me. I'm already in your heart, Story. I'm in your fucking soul. You feel that?"

She chokes out a sob, her internal muscles gripping me like a warrior's fist. "I do! I really do, Fred!" Her small hand presses to the wrong side of my chest, but I ignore the adorable mistake. "Do you feel me?"

My chest rumbles and I nod. "Might be gas, but I'm pretty sure it's love brewing in there."

"Really? You really—"

She breaks off, looking vulnerable. Keeping one hand buried deep in her stink wrinkle, I bring the other up to cup her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

"I really do," I murmur. "I really love you."

"Say it," she begs, her movements becoming choppy. "I need to hear you say it, quiche!"

Her hips pound down on me with so much force, the plug nearly works its way past the tapered portion, sending me into the danger zone. I squeeze my muscles hard, keeping it right where it is and averting another disaster.

"I love you, Story. Love you with my entire heart and soul. Love you so much, I'd marry you right this fucking second if I could. Love you so much, I wanna start a family with you tonight. Wanna build a life with you. Is that what you need to hear?" I suck in a sharp breath and look her dead in the eyes as I admit my deepest feelings. "I love you so much that I wanna keep you just like this, hugging my velvet wrapped steel while I fill you with baby gravy again and again until you're so creamy, I can't tell where I end and you begin."

I fuck into her ass with my fingers as I meet her thrust for thrust with my cock. I'm right there. So fucking close to the most powerful orgasm of my life that I can practically taste it.

All I need is—

"I love you, too, Fred Bates!" She screams, clenching down on me so hard, it feels like my dick snaps in half. But it doesn't matter because hearing Story admit she loves me, hearing those precious words on her lips, is enough to send me over the edge.

Just like I knew it would, the biggest, most insane orgasm of my life washes over me. My entire body writhes with ecstasy. I roar my pleasure loud enough for my father to hear from his grave under my new pool. Story cries out as a hot gush of liquid fills the space between us. I'm not sure if it's hers or mine, and I don't care.

All I care about is her. Us. Forever.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," we chant in unison, finding our mutual release within one another. It goes on and on until we're both breathless and trembling.

We stay wrapped around each other for so long, my legs go numb.

"I'm so tired," she whispers. "And sticky. Can we take another bath and go to bed?"

I press a smacking kiss to her nose. "Of course, baby bed bug."

She shudders, smiling up at me with a happy, dopey look. I slip my hand from her starfish and help her from my lap. It takes a few tries to get up, but when I do, I stumble, tripping over my exhausted, sleeping legs. I accidentally forget I'm supposed to be clenching and the well-used butt plug comes tumbling from my tired sphincter, landing on the wood floors with a thud .

"What was that, Freddy?" she murmurs, messily climbing to her feet. "And you forgot to put my medicine on."

I crouch to my knees, patting around for the plug as I wave off her concern with a chuckle. "It wasn't even medicine, baby."

She pauses, shooting me a confused look. "What was it then?"

Well, no point lying now. She's stuck to me for life. I smirk. Bet she's preggo already. My seed is likely taking in her womb, growing into a happy, healthy son.

Although, I did splooge a lot. My grin grows. Maybe it's quadruplets.

Perfect .

"A jar filled with my cum." She gasps and I shoot her a wink as I wrap my fingers around the butterfly. "I was going to put it in you while you were sleeping."

For a second, just one second, I worry I've said too much. Worried she'll think I'm well and truly insane. But I should know better.

This is my Story, afterall.

She presses a hand to her chest and sniffles. "You really do love me, don't you?"

"More than life," I say honestly, tightening my hand around the plug. And I do love her that much. Love her more than words or life can comprehend.

Suddenly, clarity washes over me.

Why wait?

No moment will ever be better than the one we're in right now. I love Story. I want to spend my life with her. I've waited twenty long years to feel accepted, seen, cherished. I don't want to wait another second.

She steps into me as I subtly shift to one knee.

"Good," she breathes, rubbing my head. "Because I love you the same amount, times one billion."

I smile. She's so fucking cute.

"Then marry me," I demand, holding up the plug so only the butterfly is showing. I clear my throat as the first sob wracks her nude body. "A wise man once told me that the biggest mistake he made was not marrying the love of his life—"

"He doesn't sound like a wise man to me," she interrupts, choking out an ugly sob. "He sounds stupid."

Nodding, I grip her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. "You're right. He was stupid. He didn't marry her, and I refuse to make that mistake."

I present her the butt plug, mentally vowing to go out and buy her a massive ring in the morning.

"You deserve true love, Story Bates, and I'm going to give it to you. I'll give you the fairytale. The ending you deserve. But more than that, I'll give you the in between. I'll give you mornings with coffee and our kids laughter. Late night orgasms and cuddles. I'll give you smiles, safety and joy. I'll give you a life worth writing about in a romance novel." I pull her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her body. "I'll give you a happily ever after. Will you marry me, bed bug?"

She sniffles, choking out another snotty sob. "On one condition."

I grin, wiping my tears on her growing belly. "Anything."

"You promise to always keep me creamy."

Chuckling, I kiss her baby bump. "I wouldn't have it any other way."