A/N: Behind in this one but wanted to add real quick before I put up the next chapter!
Elliot's choking and sputtering made her stop speaking and turn quickly to find his eyes.
"Jesus, Elliot are you okay?" She asked, rushing over and clapping him firmly on the back.
"What…" he paused, clearing his throat with another several coughs before finally looking at her. "Did you just say?"
Liv quirked a brow. "Men like to show their power?"
"Before that," he wheezed, clearing his throat again.
Squinting, Liv wracked her brain to remember what she'd said before before her lips curled up into a grin.
"Pregnancy fetish?"
"That's the one," he pointed at her, taking a step forward.
"What? Embarrassed that I said your secret out loud?"
He scoffed. "What?"
"That you have a pregnancy kink?"
"I do not!"
"Ohhhh yes you do."
"No!" He defended. "No I don't!"
"You do."
"Liv, no I don't!"
"El, yes you do!"
"How! Name one example."
"Lemme cum inside of you baby," she said in a deep, mocking voice as she strutted towards him. "I love the way you feel clenched around me… waiting for me to spill myself deep inside that sweet, sweet cunt."
The final syllable was punctuated by her hands on his abs as his breathing increased, but he still tried to defend himself.
"I mean…"
"Look at how pretty you are with my cum dripping out of you," she continued, her voice changing from a mockery of his to her own arousal.
"Well..."
"Let me fuck you, baby... my cum doesn't belong in your mouth..."
"Point taken," he nodded, dipping his head to find her lips.
"Yeah?" She smirked, proud of herself.
"Oh yeah," he muttered, pulling her hand to the bulge in his sweats. "You win."
She winked, dropping to her knees and taking the sweats with her.
"I always do."