He put me inside five times last week, which is why I was delayed.

I refused to let him finish inside of me. That was something we both knew. However, I went crazy when he came out as raw. He vowed to pull out when he told me he would. However, I could tell when he twitched and I heard the moan in my ear as he moved deeper. He didn't cease. Inside me, he entered. Never, ever twice... on three separate occasions that weekend. Anytime he felt like taking advantage of me, mornings or nights. Not using a condom. I simply allowed him to do so without hesitation. I didn't attempt to stop him at all. Spreading my legs, I pleaded for it. My goal was to feel satisfied. I wanted to be used like I didn't matter. Now I'm sitting here, five days late. I haven't taken a test yet. I should be panicking, but all I feel is this twisted, aching warmth in my stomach. The thought that I might be pregnant... from the weekend when I was nothing more than his personal cum dump... I touched myself every night, thinking about it. I want this to be real. I want proof that he raised me to be more than just a toy. What if I don't get pregnant this time? I'll let him try again.