Summary:When it comes to breeding you, Patrick's going to show how dedicated he can be.
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When Patrick told you he wanted to have a baby with you, you didn't expect him to rail you almost every day until he made your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your pussy was drowning in his warm cum. Like a feral beast, he was pressing you against any surface he could fuck you on, covering your little body with his muscular one and forcing you to cry out from his rough thrusting. No one could stop him from doing this as Bateman was so obsessed with you, especially with making you pregnant–he was a fucking perfectionist, and that evening would not be an exception.
Thrilled just by one thought of you, Patrick was looking in the wide window in his living room, waiting for you to come back from the bathroom as you were taking a routine bath before a spicy "love session" that was coming after. With every second, he was becoming even more impatient; his beautifully shaped palm was sliding against his soft hair, fixing them as he watched his reflection.
Just as Patrick was about to check on you, he heard your quiet footsteps and turned around to face you:
"Well, look who's here," he smirked, looking at you from head to toe. "I was getting tired of waiting..."
"Oh, really?" you asked, smiling like a brat. "Daddy can't wait at all?"
Patrick only chuckled in response, watching your cheeks turn red and saying in a raspy voice: "Wanna try to be a brave girl tonight?"
With measured steps, lilting from the weight of his muscles, he was coming closer, as a predator chasing its prey; his brown eyes were piercing through your body, sending shivers down your spine and forcing you to stay still.
"I have an idea to try something interesting...." he crooned in a sweet tone, lifting you by the chin and making you look at him. "Only if you decide to be bold enough for your daddy."
Shamelessly, his large palms cupped your ass, pulling up the edge of your white robe and causing a loud gasp to escape your pink lips. With a guttural sound, Patrick let your fingers run through his silk-like hair as he peppered small kisses all across your neck and collarbone; your moans were getting needier whenever his hot mouth touched your skin. Groaning, he pulled you closer, and you had to stand on your toes, as he was getting lower to your cleavage, leaving behind a trail of wet hickeys.
"Sweetheart," he purred and tug on your tensed peak. "I need to be inside of you, right now..."
"Patrick!" you yelped as he suddenly lifted you up as you weighed nothing. "Wait!"
Obviously, Bateman didn't listen to your protests and the only thing you had left to do was kick your legs in the air, but then he spanked you several times, so you had to calm down and just submit.
