I met her at the coffee shop near the train station, where she always ordered the same thing and sat in the same corner booth. She was twenty-three, autistic, and blunt as hell about it. "I don't do small talk well," she told me on our third date. "But I want you to fuck me until I'm pregnant. That's what gets me off."
We didn't waste time after that. Her apartment was small and cluttered with stim toys and color-coded notebooks. She stripped fast, no hesitation, pulling her shirt over her head and kicking off her jeans. Her body was soft, pale, with small tits and wide hips that made my cock twitch just looking at them. "I tracked my cycle," she said, voice flat but eyes locked on my bulge. "I'm ovulating. Breed me."
I shoved her onto the bed and spread her legs. She was already wet, slick dripping down her thighs. No romance, just raw need. I lined up and slammed into her in one thrust. She grunted, hands flapping once before gripping the sheets. "Harder," she ordered. "Don't stop until you put a baby in me."
I fucked her like that for a long time, pounding deep, balls slapping her ass. Her pussy clenched tight, hot and greedy, sucking at my cock with every stroke. She didn't moan like in porn; she made these short, sharp sounds, almost like she was cataloging the sensation. "Deeper. Right there. Fill me up." I grabbed her hips and drove in harder, imagining my load taking root, her belly swelling with my kid.
She came first, sudden and intense, her whole body locking up, walls pulsing around me. I didn't pull out. I kept going, chasing my own orgasm, fucking through her aftershocks until I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, leaking out around my shaft as I stayed locked inside.
We didn't move for a while. She kept me in her, legs wrapped around me, making sure none of it escaped.
"Again," she said after a few minutes. "I want more."
Round two was slower but just as filthy. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her ass up, and slid back into that cum-slick hole. She pushed back against me, demanding every inch. "Talk to me," she said. "Tell me you're knocking me up."
"You're getting bred tonight," I growled, slamming into her. "Gonna pump you so full you'll be leaking for days. Your autistic pussy is mine, and I'm putting a baby in it." She shivered hard at the words, coming again with a sharp cry. I followed right after, adding another thick load to the mess already inside her.
We kept at it all night. Missionary, her on top riding me, then doggy again with my hand fisted in her hair. Each time I came, she made me stay buried until she was sure it was working. By morning she was a wreck of sweat and cum, thighs shiny, pussy puffy and red. She reached down, scooped some of my seed, and pushed it back inside herself.
"Next month if this doesn't take," she said, voice calm like she was discussing the weather. "We'll do it again. And again. Until it sticks."
I left her there, still fingering herself, already planning the next session. She texted me later with a screenshot of her ovulation app and one word: "Ready."
