Chapter 9: Happy Ending?

I tossed and turned in bed, the alarm went off, and I felt the weight of an arm draped across my chest. Marcos was pressed against me, naked, with one leg between mine and his half-hard cock brushing my thigh. The mattress was ours, the same as always, and the morning light came through the curtains like always. I stayed still, feeling him breathe against my neck. I wasn’t obese. I wasn’t bald. I smelled good. My hand was slender, fair, with long fingers. I looked down and saw my normal cock, morning half-hard, hanging between my legs without being hidden under layers of fat. Marcos stirred and kissed my temple.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he said in a sleep-rough voice. “You look terrible.”

I turned toward him and kissed him on the mouth. The taste of his saliva, the taste I had been longing for for days. Marcos responded slowly, still half asleep, but his cock hardened against my hip. I pulled him back a little to look at his face. His eyes were half open, smiling.

“Nothing,” I answered. “I think I had a really bizarre dream. It’s over now.”

He laughed softly and climbed on top of me. His weight pressed me into the mattress. He spread my legs with his knees and spat into his hand. He put two fingers straight inside me. It hurt, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to feel him for real. I wanted him to open me up. When he pulled his fingers out, he placed his thick cock against my ass and pushed. He went in all at once, all the way, and I let out a gasp. Marcos started fucking me really hard, making me bite the pillow, with sharp thrusts that made my whole body tremble. I grabbed his ass with both hands, opening myself more, asking him to give it to me harder. I came without touching myself. When he came, he did it inside; the love of my life had gotten me pregnant again. He stayed there, buried inside, breathing against my neck.

“You’re so perfect,” he said, and kissed me on the mouth again, his cock still inside.

We stayed like that for a while, pressed together, sweaty. Then Marcos got up and went to the bathroom. I followed him. We got into the shower together. The hot water fell over us and Marcos turned me against the tiles. He fucked me again, standing up, his hands gripping my hips. The water beat against our backs while he pushed hard. I came against the glass, staining it with semen that the water carried away immediately. Marcos came inside me again, grunting against the nape of my neck. We got out of the shower. Marcos dried me with the towel, slowly, passing the cloth over my cock and balls. I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock again, still damp from the shower. I took it all the way, swallowing saliva and the remaining semen he still had. Marcos grabbed me by the hair and fucked my mouth slowly, pushing until it brushed my throat. I came on the floor without touching myself, just from the taste of his cock and the memory of how he had fucked me thre...