He keeps going, relentless.
“Know what I think about when I’m buried in you?” he rasps. “How good you’d look round and aching. How I’d fuck you even when you're full. Especially when you're full.”
His lips brush mine.
“I want to see your belly swell with me inside you. I want the whole damn town to know who put that look on your face. Who ruined you.”
I moan.
“I’ll fill you again and again until it sticks, sugar. Until your body doesn’t know how to be anything but mine.”
He slides inside me in one long thrust and my cry echoes in the room.
And just before I lose myself again, he groans at my ear, “Next time you’re on the phone, it’ll be while I’m trying to put a baby in you.”
We're still a mess on the couch when Will leans back, chest heaving, pupils blown wide with heat and something darker.
He picks up the phone again.
My stomach flips.
“Don’t,” I warn, though I already know I want him to.
He grins like a man who knows he’s got me. “You said you loved it.”
“That wasTish.”
“And this would be Sam.”
“Will.”
He runs his hand between my legs again, knowing and possessive. “You said I’d be the one falling apart. So let’s see how you do with real stakes, sugar.”
I stare at him, heart pounding.
He unlocks the phone. Scrolls to Sam’s name. And pauses.
“This is it,” he says, voice low. “Tell me to stop, and I will. No shame. No games.”
But I don’t tell him to stop. Because there’s a part of me thatwantsthe risk. That lives for the way it feels to belong to someone like this so completely and recklessly.
So I whisper, “Call him.”
He doesn’t hesitate. The line rings once. Twice.
My heart hammers in my throat. I shift in Will’s lap, trying not to drown in how I already feel.
Then Sam answers over the speaker.
“Hey, man. What’s up?”
Will presses his mouth to my shoulder, lips curling. “Just checking in. You good?”
I clamp a hand over my mouth, because Will hasn’t stopped touching me.
He’s slow with it. A single finger tracing circles. It’s feather-light, cruel, and devastating.
“Yeah, just got back from checking on Sam Jr,” Sam says. “I was about to catch the game with Charlie.”
