“What’s going through that gorgeous head of yours, firecracker?”
I smile. “I’m just thinking about how I’m going to make you proud of me.”
He frowns. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything to make me proud. I already am. You’re perfect the way you are. All I want is for you to be happy, so I wake up every day to find you smiling.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m so happy, Adam. Thank you.”
He chuckles. “What are you thanking me for, sweetheart?”
I shrug under him. “For rescuing me.”
“You never need to thank me. What I did today was born more from my selfishness than anything else. I may have used your living situation as an excuse, but I wanted you, Rebekah. I want you. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
I don’t know how he can see it that way. I’m more of a burden than anything else. I have very few skills that will be helpful to him or his brothers. My education is limited. Mama did her best to teach me and Hannah, but I doubt I have the knowledge of the average twenty-year-old.
I take a deep breath and promise him, “I will learn to do anything that needs to be done around here. I’ll be amazing, looking after the garden. I can clean and cook and whatever else you and your brothers need.”
He kisses me languidly again. When he’s done, he says, “Sweetheart, all I want you to do for now is eat good meals and stay by my side. Nothing else matters. You don’t need to cook and clean for me. I’ve told you that. I will provide for you. All I want is for you to be safe and healthy.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure how else to respond. I don’t want to disappoint him, and I vow to myself that I will not.
When he starts to pull away from me, I whimper. “Stay.”
His grin is gorgeous. “I’m crushing you.”
Shaking my head, I say, “I like it when you crush me. I feel so warm and safe.”
He angles his hips and pushes his shaft in deeper. It’s not as hard as before, but it’s still huge. His lips come to my ear. “Do you know what else is selfish about me?”
“No,” I breathe out, grinning at his jovial tone.
“The longer my cock stays inside you, the better the chances are that my seed will get you pregnant. I just got you today, and already I find myself wanting to see you waddling around our home, your belly huge and heavy.”
I shiver as goosebumps rise all over my skin. “I want that, too,” I whisper. It scares the daylight out of me, but I want his seed to find my egg and make me fully his.
He growls, the sound possessive and dominant. It’s in contrast to the gentle way he’s holding me and petting me. His fingers thread in my hair. “The things you do to me, woman…”
Another shiver races down my spine. “When can we, uh, do that again?” Will it increase the chances of me getting pregnant if we do it more often? I would think so.
His chuckle shakes us both. “As often as we want, firecracker. I suspect you’ll be sore for a few days. I never want you to wince again when my cock is inside you. It nearly killed me. The next time I fill your cunt, I want to see pure joy on your face.”
I try hard not to make a face as he eases out of me, but the truth is, I am tender. I gasp when he scoops me into his arms and carries me from the room. The next thing I know, I’m sitting on the vanity. I squeeze my legs together because Adam’s seed is running out of me. Part of me wants to trap it inside me, but mostly I’m embarrassed for him to see me so messy.
Adam grabs a washcloth and wets it before stepping in front of me. “Open your legs, sweetheart.”
My cheeks heat, and I reach for the cloth. “I’ll do it.”
He tips my chin back and holds my gaze. “When we have sex, I will clean you up, Rebekah. Sometimes, I will want you to stay on the bed and press your thighs together so my come can’t run out of you. Sometimes, I might even elevate your hips with a pillow to give my seed the best chance of impregnating you. But I will always inspect your pussy and clean you when I decide it’s time.” He lifts a brow.
My face feels ten times hotter. He’s so intense and demanding. Why would he want to look at me down there?
“Set your feet on the counter, and open your knees as wide as you can, sweetheart.” His words are full of command, but his tone is gentle.
I do as he asks, gripping my knees as I plant my feet on the edge of the vanity. I feel so exposed. The lights are so bright in here.
“Good girl.” Adam pulls a vanity chair out and sits in front of me, putting his face level with my…uh, pussy.
I can’t breathe as he sets his hands on my inner thighs and parts my folds. His seed is still running out of me.
