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Elijah carter pov

“I want to get pregnant please.” Celine shyly slipped her words. That was only the button to my heart and my cock.

I loved her already. I didn’t need permission to get aroused and make love to her. But also her wishes should come true. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to give her everything. But I was still worried to give her my fuck dominant state mood. She never knew how I could became so demanding and desiring more and maybe rough at some parts or poses off sex.

I wasn’t a monster in sex. Well, typically they called me so in real life and sex. But I knew I would never be that horrible with Celine.

But how knows my love for her was more than I was able to believe. Or imagine. Maybe I would lose my sanity for a moment with her.

She nudged my shoulder, “what do you think?” she asked me in a low voice, more worried that I might disagree.

“Okay,” I uttered.

She blinked confused, “okay, what?”