[MF] I’m addicted to creampies. I’m losing control.

Like many of the fine denizens of this, and similar, subreddits, I’m an *incredibly* sexual person. Nothing is more fun to me than meeting a woman, getting to know her, peeling back the layers until she’s showing me what’s under her clothes, and what she wants in bed. The exquisite, exciting, lust-burning of foreplay with a new person has spurned my sex life for a long time.

I’m Rob, quite nice to meet you – I’m 27 years old, 6-0, athletically built, and I’ve got curly dirty blonde hair with bright blue eyes. And I’m addicted to creampies.

I have this fuck buddy, lets call her Emily. She’s a barista and a nearby coffee shop. I met her about a year ago, just before quarantine came calling. She teased me about my order of black coffee, and we got to talking just about every time I came in. After a few visits, she complimented my hands – let me tell you, that’s a giveaway and a half that a girl is interested in seeing more of you. So see more of each other, we did. After a month, we were hooking up.

Fast forward to last month. She lives with her parents – and although I have my own place, she has a thing for sneaking me into her bedroom and having rough fucking sex with her parents in the other room. Couldn’t tell you why. The first time we did this, I tried my best to be quiet – but at this point I’ve started to not care, I can’t lie. On a semi-regular basis, we have ravenous and rough sex late into the night while her parents (presumably) sleep soundly down the hall.

Back to last month. I have her on her back, with her thong pulled to the side and her legs spread, bent at the knees where my hands are gripping onto the flesh of her thighs. When I look down to where we’re joined, well…I must have an utterly satisfied look on my face. Hulking over her, my chest gleaming with sweat as my hips pump forward and back, driving into her over and over and over. The moonlight spills in through the window as I move, my grunts and groans holding sway over the still dark room. Her milky-white breasts bounce exquisitely on each of my long, languishing thrusts. Goddamn. I’m aroused just remembering it. Isn’t the sound of two bodies colliding so damn erotic?

I should mention here my crippling addiction to creampies. I can’t lie to you – it’s at the point where if you ask me to cum inside you, I’ll just do it – no questions asked about your birth control, or your boyfriend, or where we are, or even what your name is. I can’t help myself. To be quite honest, from the moment I meet you, I’m probably wondering about what it’d feel like to unload inside you.

Emily and I had sex three times before eschewing condoms. It was her idea, trust me!

So she and I have been having raw sex for close to a year at this point. But I’d never came inside her, believe it or not. I would never cum inside a woman who didn’t want it – I’m not that kind of man. But this time, things were different.

There I am, with her, panties to the side, my uncovered cock deep within her soaked pussy, grunting and groaning her name with just about every thrust as I hurl myself toward pleasurable oblivion. When I’m close, I tend to float into ‘overdrive’ – I’m sure you know what I mean. Wild, wanton thrusts that accompany when you’ve decided you can’t hold back anymore, you just *need* to cum.

So, my cock slams into her over and over and over. My move, when this happens, is to wrap both of my hands around her dainty throat and stare into her eyes as I inform her of my rapidly approaching orgasm. Fuck, it feels so damn good. (You know what? I am *throbbing* right now.*) This is something Emily’s experienced a few times, so she knows what’s up. But this time, what does she say but…

“Cum inside me. Do it, Rob. Cum inside me, daddy.”

And so I do. No questions asked.

I *roar* her name as I thrust, and thrust, and thrust, rope after rope of my hot white cum flooding her pussy. Why’d she tell me that? It’s so risky. Unprotected sex with a fuck buddy while you’re still living with your parents? How insane. How *deliciously* insane. But I’m sure you know how Emily and I were feeling, right? I think we’ve all had our moments where logic gives way to lust, and you’re not thinking about what you *should* do, but instead what you *want* to do. Funny how those two things don’t always coincide, huh?

Well that was one of those moments. And it bit me in the ass.

Around a week ago, she told me she’d missed her period, that she was *convinced* she was pregnant. I was understandably in a bit of a daze while I waited to hear about the results of her test – which came back negative. That’s a relief, yeah?

But I have to tell you, this isn’t over. Emily’s had a taste, and I don’t think I can resist giving in again. And again. And again. I’m seeing her this weekend, I think.

Should I pull out?

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