When we get to our bedroom, he reverently lays me on the bed and wrangles his shirt off one-handed. I watch amused as he does the same with his pants. He’s right-handed and that’s the injured one.
“You could help me out, you know.” He nods at my leggings and tunic. I managed to kick my shoes off when he carried me over the threshold.
I sit up and take off my top and bra, watching him watch me from the foot of the bed. He’s stroking his hard cock with his left hand. Must feel weird.
He really is the most beautiful man. His stance, the breadth of his shoulders, the proud tilt of his head—everything signals power and control. Except his eyes. His eyesyearn.
“Take off your pants.” His voice is a deep rumble that sends tingles skittering across my skin. My nipples pucker, beads of milk dribbling from the tips. It’s been way too long since I pumped, but it’ll have to wait a little more.
I shove the leggings down along with my panties. I’m already wet.
“Show me.”
I lean back on my hands, bend my knees, and part my thighs. Blood rushes between my legs.
“Wider.”
I walk my feet out until I feel my pussy lips split open.
“Peel the hood back. I want to see your clit.”
He’s never talked this much before. I love it. I use my middle finger to pop my clit free. The cool air hits it, and my lower belly contracts. I feel needy. And beautiful. And wanted.
He’s working himself harder, and I can see the struggle on his face. He wants to touch me, but he also wants to watch.
A trickle of milk runs down my stomach. I wipe it away with my palm.
“Leave it.” He finally kneels on the mattress and prowls up my body. I lower myself onto my back as he settles between my thighs. “I love this.” He weighs my aching breast in his palm. “I fucked a baby into you, didn’t I?”
He pushes his cock inside me as I nod. I moan as he stretches me. Fills me.
“Two babies, actually.” He works his hips, stroking in and out, the perfect tempo, like he knows exactly what he’s doing as he ratchets the sensation up, notch by notch, until I’m fucking him back, desperate for the thing he’s giving to me, like wanting another slice of cake when your mouth is already full.
“These are mine, aren’t they?” He laps a nipple and gives it a gentle suck. A warm flush spreads through my chest. Letdown. It’s happened a few times before during sex. Adrian tells me to ignore it, and I get distracted soon enough. He doesn’t usuallytalkabout it. “I fucked a baby into you, and you’re feeding my babies with these, aren’t you?”
He squeezes and pulls my left breast, in the same rhythm as he strokes in and out of me with his cock, and the trickle of milk becomes spurts, splattering his chest, running down my belly onto the bed. We’re making a mess.
The relief somehow tangles up with the aching in mypussy to become a gnawing, shameless hunger. I wriggle my hand between us to play with my clit. He chuckles.
“Do you need to come, Cora?”
I whimper.
“I’m going to fuck another baby into you one day soon, aren’t I? Spread your knees wider. All the way.”
I can’t spread them any further. My hip sockets are at their max.
“Look at me, Cora.”
I didn’t realize I’d looked down at his slick cock pistoning in and out of my stretched pussy. I glance back up at his face. The gold rings around his pupils are shining.
“You’re mine. Do you get that? I don’t care if I don’t deserve you. You belong to me. You and our babies. Forever. Do you understand?”
I squeeze my thighs as tight as I can and hook my ankles, anchoring myself as an orgasm rips through me, shorting my brain for a few seconds until Adrian brings me back with a shout as he comes.
Minutes pass as we catch our breath, plastered to each other, a total mess. Finally, he pushes himself up on his elbows to look down on me. “Well? I’m waiting?”
“What was the question?” I mumble, smiling, while his words play in a loop in my head.Mine. Belong.Forever.
