“Good girl.” He pushes the pillow under my lower belly and then straddles my upper thighs.
“Arch your back.” Ok, I’ve got mixed feelings about bossy Joel.
Then his dick is pushing into my pussy, and I decide to listen to him ‘cause he clearly knows how to make my body fucking sing. I groan as he pushes all the way in on one long, slow stroke, adding a little grin when he bottoms out before scraping my walls with his girth on the way out.
“CONDOM!” I grip the sheet on the mattress when he does it again.
“Mmm, you really want me to stop?”
“No, but it’s the fucking responsible thing to do.”
“Nah, want you full of my baby gorgeous. We’ve been apart long enough. Time to get serious. You are claimed after all.” He speeds up as he talks and wedges his hand under the pillow to toy with my clit.
“Yes, I mean, no! Claimed not married.” I huff the words, trying to talk through the orgasm he’s hellbent to force me to have.
“You sure?” He bites my neck, and I lose the battle with my body.
“Son of a bitch!” I cry out my pleasure into the mattress as he pulls my hips up to give him more room to prolong the orgasm from hell.
It takes over my entire body. I can feel heat spread from my chest outward to all my extremities, and when it finally subsides, I go limp in his hold.
“God damn, that was fucking beautiful. Do it again,” he flips me over onto my back and places both my ankles on his shoulders.
He leans in and sets a rhythm that builds us both to a breaking point, sweating like Olympic athletes. My body seems to be stuck between pleasure and pain, filling my eyes with tears.
“Cum Haven. Stop fighting it. Just let go. I’ll catch you.” He kisses me, and I finally explode.
“Ah, fuck, I’m cumming.” He pushes in deep, and I feel the heat fill me as his cock throbs.
“That was out of this world.” He kisses my cheeks and neck lazily as we catch our breath.
“You’re a fucking jerk. What if I don’t wanna have your babies?” I shove his shoulder.
“Do you?” I roll my eyes.
“Some day. Not now!” I smile and nod.
“I’ll go to the pharmacy after dinner. But first, I will.”
I shake my head in confusion.
“You’ll what?” He smiles and bops my nose.
“Marry you.” I raise an eyebrow.
“Excuse me? I didn’t ask you.” He nods and grins.
“Sure you did. You said you were not married. Well, I claimed you. So it’s your turn.” I beg his finest pardon?
“Are you crazy? That is not how this works.” He frowns down at me.
“Why not?” Ok, he’s got me there.
First, it is perfectly acceptable in today’s society for a woman to pursue. Two, it would be sexist as hell to argue that point. Third, why the fuck is he laughing at me?
“You’re an asshole.” I push him off me and stand.
“Yeah, but you love me, and you’re gonna have my babies, so you should do the honorable thing and make an honest man out of me.” I glare at him.
