I fist it down against her body there, teasing her with it. “Tell me. I can’t let myself back in your body until you say it, because I’m on edge, baby. I’m so fucking close to filling you up, damn the consequences.”
“You already did once.” She licks her lips and writhes. “Maybe I’m already pregnant.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Accidentally breeding you our very first time would be on brand for our relationship.” My chest heaves. “But I want to do it intentionally. I want to thrust deep and know that you’re asking for it.”
“… I am … I want your baby …”
I hold her gaze as I reenter her, more intentionally this time, both of us brutally aware thatthere’s nothing between us, nerves on edge, skin sensitized and primed for pleasure.
I trace the quivering curves of her body, my fingers circling in closer, closer, closer to the core of her, and the exhale she lets out when I finally get to her mound, to her swollen pussy lips and then between them, is fucking beautiful.
“There,” she breathes as my thumb finds her clit. “There, Jeff, please, stay there.”
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock, ride my hand.” I give her tight, steady little circles, pressing against her clit as she shakes and begs, climbing both a metaphorical peak and my body. Her legs cinching up around my waist, locking me inside her.
I groan as her pussy clamps down, that first contraction so potently tight that it feels as if she’s genuinely milking me.
She feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
She’s so insanely sexy it’s hard to believe she’s really mine. Her breaths are coming faster and heavier now, her hair getting tangled, sweat slicking her face, and she’s never been more beautiful.
As she begins to crest her climax, I pin her down and start hammering my hips into hers, getting to the deepest depths of her body, all of my skin so extra sensitive to her panting, desperate need for me to come inside her.
Shock ripples across her faceas her climax explodes deep in her core. I lose myself in that expression, in all of her, and then I’m following, and we’re coming together, and I’m filling her up. I can feel my release pulsing into her body, nowhere to go because I’ve stuffed her full of my cock and she’s so damn tight around me.
That new space that I made last night, stretching her virgin cunt, claiming my virgin bride on her kitchen counter.
And now tonight, dragging her beneath me in my own bed and breeding her again.
Flooding the needy, empty, aching space that I alone can fill, because I’m the one who made it.
CHAPTER 22
MOLLY
“I’m so glad you have a game today, because I need to get so much work done.” It’s a bold statement, and I almost pull it off, but then I yawn.
In my defense, it’s five thirty in the morning.
I could have taken a hire car to work again or asked Sinclaire to drive me in her rental car, but I also like the idea of documenting Jeff’s early morning arrival at the ballpark on a game day.
Or I liked theideaof it.
“You’re really not a morning person, huh?” Jeff grins at me as he steers into the lot and parks next to my car, which is still where I left it yesterday.
“You have a designated parking spot right over there.” I point to the door.
“But I like to park next to you.”
“I’m getting in my car and going home for an hour or two.”
“All right, then, I’ll move my car after you go.”He catches me by the chin and kisses me softly. “See you later.”
“You’ll be busy.”
