It feels so good, I throw my head back and scratch along his back. To hold on to him forever, mark him like he did me.
“Yeah, mark me. Take me. I shaped this pussy to my cock. It bled for me. It stretches to accommodate me. It will welcome me home for the rest of my life.”
A tremor rocks me, the pleasure divine—aroused both physically and emotionally.
He bites into my earlobe. “You like knowing you’re my good girl who offers me whatever hole I want to use?”
Rapture rocks through me, the release just in touch when his hand flies to my throat, saying above my lips. “Look at me when you come.”
I can’t hold it any longer, so I cry out, never losing eye contact.
He fucks me through my orgasm, prolonging my release so that I don’t stop coming for long minutes.
Carrying me to his desk, he pushes me down on my back, sweeping away the contents that fall to the ground, discarded just like our sorrows.
Not wanting to lose a moment of him taking me, I watch as he lifts my dress to my waist and splays his hand over my throat. The possessive touch ignites a throb in my core, my pussy pulsing with raw need.
My thighs clench, smearing the juices while his steel cock looks ready to impale me.
“I won’t be gentle. Not after I’ve longed for you to the point of insanity,” he groans.
“Then take me like the madman I’ve turned you into,” I breathe out.
Ramming inside of me with such a force, my soul leaves my body and returns with my next deep inhale. He stays buried inside me, filling me so completely that tears gather in my eyes.
Bending over me, he licks my cheek and nibbles along my lips. “Too much, baby girl?”
“No. Just full. So full, Mika,” I moan, my fingernails clawing into his chest, to hold on to him and not slip into delirium.
“Hmm, I want to fill you until you overflow with my seed and I knock you the fuck up,” he groans, slowly pulling out. The sensation is so maddeningly good, I lose my damn mind.
“Do it,” I urge him, wanting to give him everything and more.
Features pulled taut with sheer delight, he grits out as he drives into me with one fiery thrust. “Then fucking get rid of the pill before I do it for you.”
Should this make me this hot?
Between his deep thrusts and the baby talk, I come again on a stuttered moan.
Nibbling along my neck, he whispers, “Good girl. You come so beautifully for me.”
Then he pushes one more time into me and erupts, staying buried in me until he softens.
As he pulls out, his cum and my juices spill, trickling out of me, but he gathers them with his thumb and pushes them back inside.
I bite my lip. “It still won’t work.”
“I know,” he mumbles. “But there’s a one percent chance.”
I giggle. “You want to beat the odds?”
He arches an arrogant brow, telling me I should know better. “I will.”
I have the impression we’re talking about more than a potential pregnancy. My brain swims in a cocktail of endorphins that delights me. Being back with him encompasses everything to me. Home. Happiness. Love.
My body arches up, and I lock my arms around his neck. “Open communication. We don’t retreat into our heads. And we don’t separate again. Whatever it costs.”
He caresses my cheek, eyes shining with pure adoration and unfiltered anguish. “Are you sure, baby girl? Absolutely sure?”
