“Good.” He lifted one leg, opening her further to him.
Grinding his hips against hers, Richard wanted to live inside of her. He would need nothing else in the world as much as he needed his goddess, Winnie.
He pulled out, only leaving the tip of his bulbous head seated at the entrance of her sex before he pushed back in with brute force.
Damn, it was glorious.
Richard did it again, dragging himself out, only to snap his hips forward. Her wet and needy quim sucked him in, gripping him so tight that he nearly lost himself.
“Oh God, yes! More, I need more, Richard,” she begged him.
He ran his hand through her hair, moving the silky strands out of her pretty face, so he could see her. The bluest eyes he had ever seen stared back at him, full of lust and need. “You shall have it.” His mouth claimed hers as he began thrusting deep inside of her.
The savage sounds of their lovemaking bounced off the old walls. His hands roamed her body; it was pliable, and he knew he would never tire of her.
Picking her up, he rose to his knees, bouncing her up and down on his hard cock. Richard loved how small she was compared to him. Knowing that he could just command her body and it would obey.
She gripped his neck as his large hand spread out against her long back. Pulling him to her, Winnie’s mouth claimed his as Richard angled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her crying out.
“I need you to come, goddess. I want you to shower my cock with your sweet juices.” The walls of sex pulsed around him, causing his body to quake as his own orgasm threatened to come before hers.
Laying her back down, Richard slipped his hand between them, playing with her nub, needing her to come. She cried out as he pressed and circled it. Her body milked him for everything he was worth as her juices flowed over him. He was undone, throwing them both back on the bed as his own climax claimed him.
His greedy lips found hers, claiming and cherishing as they caught their breath. Aware of his colossal bulk, Richard rolled them over so that she was sprawled out on top of him.
Tiny kisses feathered his chest as his hands stroked her long blonde hair that came down to the middle of her back.
“I’ve never known such happiness.” She looked up at him with tears shining in those rare blue eyes of hers.
Richard kissed the tip of her nose. “You shall always know it from this day forward.”
“I know, and when the baby arrives, our happiness will be complete.” She lay on his chest, but Richard could not move.
He had forgotten about Graham’s child for a moment. Needing some air, he rolled her over, taking his gigantic body out of the bed. He poured water in the basin, intent on cleaning them as he had done at Pleasure House.
Walking back to her with the damp cloth in his hand, Richard froze mid-step, suddenly remembering the important fact he had not recalled. Staring down at his flaccid member, he remembered the night at Pleasure House, how the proof of her virginity coated him and forced her to run out.
It wasn’t Graham’s child. It washis.
Richard’s.
“Winnie?”
“Yes?” She sat up, her face drained of color as she looked at Richard.
“Whose child are you carrying?” he asked, rage suddenly filling him.
She had lied to him, was surely set on deceiving him and keeping the child from him.
“I thought you understood,” she whispered, covering herself with the duvet.
Stepping forward, Richard threw the cloth aside. “Understood what exactly?” he asked, reaching the bed and standing over her. “That you are carrying my child, and you were going to pass it off as Graham’s?”
He was infuriated, and he’d be damned if a child of his was ever mistaken for his cousin’s.
“I was going to tell you tonight, Richard. You must believe—”
“Believe you? You who sneaked into a bawdy house? What exactly were you doing there? You could have been hurt!” He couldn’t even think about what would’ve happened if another gentleman had come across her. It was unfathomable.
