I should have been alarmed. His words were sudden and intense, but they forced a picture into my head: him holding mefrom behind in our new kitchen, one hand splayed across my swollen belly.
My vision blurred as I whimpered—helpless and wrecked.
He must’ve felt it too.
“Youwantthat, don’t you? Fuck, your pussy is begging for my cum, wanting every last drop.”
I was sobbing, broken under the intensity of the moment. “I—fuck—Rowen, plea—”
I was too far gone to pretend the idea of him filling me up again and again didn’t turn me on, didn’t scratch some deep desire to be his, even more than I already was.
“Just like that,” he rasped, his voice strained with need.
He groaned like he was coming undone, and his hips stuttered until I felt the heat of his cum rush into me, filling me up. I could feel it seep out onto my thighs with each rough thrust, but he didn’t stop to worry about the mess.
After he fucked me through all the aftershocks of my orgasm, he stilled. I waited for him to pull out, but he didn’t. He stayed inside me, staring down at me with a terrifying expression.
“I wasn’t lying, Av,” he said quietly, but his words still boomed in my ears. “I want to see your belly swollen with my babies, enough to fill the house with the pitter-patter of little feet and high-pitched giggles. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
I shook my head, knowing I was not in my right mind to have this conversation. My ovaries were screaming for him, begging to bring his desires to fruition, more than willing to do their part to make it happen.
“I don’t th—”
“Shh,” he said before pressing his lips to mine with a gentleness I didn’t know he was capable of. “We don’t have to talk about it now. There’s plenty of time. I just wanted to be honest with you.”
Somehow, that was comforting, knowing it was just sweet words he’d expressed, not something he genuinely wanted right this second. While I still believed kids were the last thing we needed, I would have been lying if I said the idea was totally revolting.
He’d invaded my brain and planted the seed, and I knew I’d probably eventually give in to him.
Plus, the idea of a little version of him running around didn’t soundthatawful.
Her eyes were open when I rolled over, staring at me, her cheek half-buried in the pillow, breathing softly.
I blinked, giving my vision a moment to adjust to the morning light filtering in through unfamiliar curtains.
Our new house.
Our new bedroom.
Last night came rushing back. The shocked gasp when I pulled into the driveway. The way her hands trembled when we opened the front door. The silence that settled as she walked inside.
The way she broke open for me in our bed.
I’d been ready with the new mattress and waterproof sheets.
Best investment ever.
And like the good girl she was, she soaked the sheets, screaming my name until her voice broke.
I laid her back down on the bed after replacing the sheets, but by the time I’d returned from tossing them in the wash, she wasout cold, so I crawled in beside her and fell asleep to the sound of her deep breaths.
Her eyes traced my face like she was trying to memorize it. I couldn't tell whether she wanted to kiss me or cry.
My confession during sex had startled her, even if she did clench around my cock the moment I told her my ultimate goal. When she’d brought it up after, I tried my best to cover it up, claiming I was just caught up in the moment, that there was time to discuss such things.
That seemed to be enough for her, but I almost felt bad for lying.
“Are you okay?” Her brows were scrunched with concern.
