Pinned Against the Door

He came home with his hard on
pushing out the crotch, filled with desire,
And threw me against the door,
setting our souls on fire.

I anticipated a different act,
But he surprised me with something intact.
Instead of my mouth, he lifted me high,
And entered me deeply, making me sigh.

I'm so lucky, I prepared just right,
being wet for him before he arrived,
His cock, fully sheathed in my tight embrace,
I felt the power, the heat, the chase.

A surge of blood rippled through his vein,
Sending shivers down my spine, like rain.
I felt my potential as a vessel for life,
Aware of my womb, in that moment, rife.

He rotated his hips, his touch so pure,
His movements mimicking pleasure, for sure.
With each thrust, I could feel the burn,
As he claimed dominance over me, my yearn.

"Huh, You want to feel these balls resting against you?
Want to feel them contract while they shoot
all my pre cum and cum deep in you?"
He chuckle as he pushed me in ecstasy route.

I'm whimpering, nodding, circling my hips
around and around to try to earn his approval.
"Too bad you're not in control here.
I decide when and how I impregnate you,
and all you can do is listen carefully to my orders."

I shudder at the word "impregnate".
He smirks at that, making me heave
and i barely register that he's feeling for my uterus.
Until he finds it.

His massive cock is ever so slightly pressing it
up and out of its usual place.
He pushes along the edges of it,
the top out to my ovaries, then down
until he finds where his cockhead meets my cervix,
relishing his complete dominance over my body and future.

I'm more aware of my womb than I ever have been in my life.

"Can you feel it? Your little ovaries pushing
their eggs down to meet my sperm."
I can. His fingers trace, pushing the tubes
as though they were helping guide the egg to center.

As if to practice, my whole cunt contacts
like shuddering velvet around him,
desperate to coax him deeper.

"Maybe my precum will get you pregnant."
my cervix begins the same motions.
It's like it's sucking on the very tip of his dick head,
and I swear I can feel pulses of fluid passing through it,
warming me as I feel his thick saliva enter my stomach.

"You probably can't feel the detail of what's happening
inside you the same way I can." He leans and grinds.
I feel a burning pain on the edge of my pleasure
as he pushes my spasming cervix deeper.

"You feel it throbbing and shuddering.
I feel the way your womb is desperately sucking.
It wants my semen so so badly
that it's milking the head of my cock for precum.
It thinks it's real cum. How pathetic.

If I wanted to, I could stay here
and give it all the precum that it wants,
fill you up with this useless lubricant.
And you might still get pregnant,
even off a womb full of clear slime."

I moan, enraptured by the idea that he's so virile
he could be getting me pregnant without even truly cumming in me.
"Let's go for twins. I want you stretched out."

As if on cue, I feel a pulse run up from the base of his cock
and lazily pour out out the end.
My cervix spasms again, desperately sucking it up.
His palm presses my womb down and he smiles and whispers.

"You're addicted to my cock. This feeling of fullness?
When you catch a glimpse of any man's crotch,
it's going to make you want to worship his cock.
When you do- and you will offer to worship his cock for him-

you'll cum. You'll cum, and your pussy will milk his big cock
until it's soft, bare and aching,
but you'll be thinking of this cock, of my cock,
holding your future inside you all this night.
I'm so thick, and you're soooo tight around me."

The hand over my uterus lifts up.
He whispers into my ear, "Have you been thinking
about these last few inches?"

His fingers trace my huge clit,
then down to where my lips are stretched over his cock.
He pumps the part of his cock not buried in me,
pushing his balls against my cunt,
coating them in my slick drool.

He holds the skin above his testicles firmly
and starts dipping them in and out of my pussy lips.
Trails of grool smack and slick together,
creating a delicious squelch as he pushes further and further in.

Fuck his balls are so big, so powerful.
I imagine what it's like to smell their musk,
lick them, taste them, swallow them-
and my pussy lips throb, grabbing at him.

He pulls away once again, our hair tangled
and wetly pulling against each other.

He pushes back in, fingers supporting the heft of his balls.
I relax and bear down. One slides in.
Past the tight ring of muscle marking my entrance.
God his balls are huge- a knot inside me, pushing me out.

His fingers probe below the testicle
now lodged in my pussy, spreading me open.
His other ball pops in. Fuck he is so big.

These giant balls are swirling inside of me,
and it barely takes 10 seconds before I'm spasming, cumming over him.
The squeezing starts at a steady, slow build,
but loses control and starts to jerk.

My clit is visibly throbbing against his massive shaft,
which has been rubbing the sensitive bead this whole time,
and he brings his fingers down to press,
gently feeling the twitching rigidity of my clit.

He starts growling as his touch
eggs my orgasm on longer and longer,
the walls of pussy undulating desperately
to get to the prize inside of his sack.

I feel it. A pulse, faint, then stronger,
then like a thick ripple pushes through the space
between his balls and shaft-
I can feel it clearly in my lips.

Precum beads at the tip of his cock,
then overflows down the crown
along the underside, and over my pussy.

Moments after the pulses,
the precum turns opaque and thick.
Two big globs of pure cum appear from the tip,
and I watch as they run down the crown of his massive cock,
over the folds of his foreskin,
following the valleys of veins down the underside of his cock,
and finally, over my clitoris.

His cum is touching me.

"Feel that?"
Another glob rolls down, bigger, thicker.
"It's the semen you crave so badly.
Can you feel them? My sperm,
microscopically wriggling all over your clit?
Squirming and buzzing? Making you cum."

As if on cue, I feel my clit vibrating
from the sheet power of the suggestion.
I'm not sure if it was a new orgasm
or the previous one reigniting,
but I squeeze and pulsed and came again.

"Fuck, you love being fucked by my balls.
You're so desperate for my attention.
Such a good fucking slut. Fuck!"

My cunt reinforced every "fuck", every "slut"
with a throb or a squeeze or a shudder down his dick.

My hips slow and eventually he stops.