“You’re awfully pushy and demanding.”
“No, I just want to talk to you alone, and I haven’t seen you in hours. The first time I do, you’re laughing and giggling with a fucking mobster.”
“A mobster?”
“Yes, while he sits inches from you as if he has intentions of taking you away from me.”
“Well, that obviously isn’t true.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not ready to pop him in the jaw.”
“And what do you want to do to me?”
“What I want to do to you, we don’t have room enough in the car for,” I growled, running my hand up her thigh.
“Fuck, how far away do you live?” She slammed her thighs together, trapping my hand between them.
I smirked, and then answered, “Another five minutes. Four, if you’re a good girl.”
“I’m always a good girl.”
“Then unbutton your top.” She followed my command, and at the next light I got a peek at her huge tits that I wanted in my damn mouth so badly. I ached to bend over and suck on her hard nipples right through her bra.
“The light’s green, James.”
“Fuck.” I made it to the house in three minutes, but it still took me a moment to get out of the vehicle because my dick was so stiff that I had to readjust it before I could move.
“I was a good girl, Mr. Keaton. What’s taking you so long?” she teased with a giggle as she pressed her hand on my thigh.
“Now you’re being a bad girl,” I grunted, catching her hand and stopping her from torturing me. “Once I get you inside, you’re going to pay.”
“How much will it cost?”
“Everything, Ava, my sweet.” I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs and straight to the front door, entering the security code followed by my key.
“Wow, a lot of protection.”
“I want to keep you safe.” I set her on her feet. “Welcome to our home.” She spun around the large home that I had refurbished five years ago. It was an upscale brownstone in Greenwich Village worth ten million. It was perfect for our future family. I grabbed the edge of her scarf and tugged it off, tossing it on the coat rack. My coat followed while I never took my eyes off her.
“Speaking of protection…” she trailed off as her eyes lowered to my midsection. I understood exactly what she was talking about but was too afraid to address.
I pressed my hand to her lovely plump lips. “No talk of stopping my babies from going where they belong.”
“Where would that be?” she asked as she slipped off her coat, letting me take it. I hung it up and then caught her off guard as I pulled her flush against my body and pinned her against the entryway table. I grabbed her shoes and took them off. “There?”
“You know that’s not where. It’s blocking the way.” Getting frustrated and too horny to wait, I yanked down her pants, tugging them off and onto the floor. “Right here.” I cupped her sex, gripping her warm cunt. “Here is where I sink right in and leave every damn drop until I’m sure I’ve put my baby here.” I pressed my other hand on her belly. She clenched her thighs around my hand.
“James.”
“You like that?” I asked, sliding my fingers under the lace and gliding across her slit.
“Yes,” she gasped, bucking into my palm.
“Good girl. Now, do we need protection?”
She shook her head with her voice breathy when she could finally find her words. “No.”
“Good answer.” I freed myself from my slacks and pulled out my cock that was begging to get out of the insanely tight confines of my boxer briefs and stroked it from length to tip as her eyes focused on me.
