She chokes out a laugh. Wet and shaky. “Be serious.”
“I am serious. If it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, I haveyou. And that’s all I need.” I hold her eyes. “But I’m telling you right now, baby. I want to try.”
Her breath catches, her pupils blow wide. Her thighs press together. That last line landed somewhere below her navel and detonated.
I lean closer, bringing my mouth to her ear, and feel her shiver. Her nipples hardening through my shirt. “I want to breed you. Put a baby in you and watch you carry it. Watch your tits swell. Your belly grow. Your whole body change because of whatIdid to it.”
She makes a sound. Low. Desperate. Her hand tightens on my thigh …her nails digging through the denim.
“You want that?” I murmur against her ear. My hand slides to her stomach. Presses flat. Feeling the soft warmth of her belly through the cotton. “You want me to make you a mama again?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “God, Beau. Yes.”
Something cracks open in my chest. And my cock is granite against my zipper.
I pull her into my lap and she comes easily…her thick thighs straddling mine on the porch swing, her hands on my shoulders, her ass heavy in my lap, my cock pressing hard against the heat between her legs. The swing creaks under our weight. Her darkeyes looking down at me, full lips parted. Her braids falling around her face.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Every time I think I’ve gotten used to it, she looks at me a certain way and it hits me all over again.
“Inside,” she moans. “Now, before my parents come back from their dinner in town.”
I carry her with my hands under her thick thighs, her legs around my waist, her mouth on my neck. I kick the screen door open. Walk through the house. Up the stairs. Down the hall. Into her bedroom.
I lay her on the bed. Pull my shirt off her body, smelling like her under my cedar, and look at her. Bare. Brown skin against white sheets. Heavy tits with dark nipples already tight. Her belly, soft and round. Her wide hips, thick thighs parted, the thin fabric of her shorts damp between her legs.
This body. This woman. The future mother of my children.
“Get them off,” I say, nodding at her shorts.
She shimmies them down. Panties too. Lies back. Fully naked. Watching me with her dark eyes. Her chest rising and falling. Her pussy glistening. Swollen. Ready.
I strip. Her eyes track down my body…my chest, my stomach, lower. They lock on my cock. Hard. Thick. Already leaking. She licks her lips. That unconscious little flick of her tongue across her full bottom lip that makes my cock jump.
I climb over her. Cage her in. My arms, on either side of her head. My cock resting heavy against her slick folds. Her heat against my shaft. We both moan.
“Look at me,” I say.
She does. Her brown eyes on my gold ones. No walls. No fear. Just want and trust and something so big it doesn’t have a name yet.
“We’re doing this,” I say.
“We’re doing this,” she whispers.
I push inside her. Slow. Deep. All the way. Watching her face the entire time …her mouth falling open, her eyes going glassy, her hands gripping my arms. I bottom out and hold. Buried. Full. My cock pulsing inside her. Her pussy gripping me like she never wants to let go.
“Feel that?” I rasp. “That’s your man. Inside you. Where he belongs.”
“Beau…” Her voice breaks. Her eyes are wet.
“I’m gonna fill you up, baby.” I pull back slow. Push in deep. She gasps. “Gonna breed this beautiful pussy.” Again. Deeper. “Give you everything.”
I fuck her slow. Slower than I’ve ever fucked her. Every stroke deliberate. Every thrust reaching as deep as I can go. My hand flat on her belly…feeling myself move inside her. My mouth on hers…swallowing her moans, her gasps, her whispered pleas.
This is different. We both know it. This isn’t heat, or hunger, or desperation. This is a man putting a baby in the woman he loves. And treating every second of it like it’s sacred.
“Come for me, Ina,” I murmur against her lips. My thumb finds her clit. Circles slow. “Come on my cock while I breed you.”
She sobs, her whole body arching into mine, pussy clenching in deep, rhythmic waves. Her arms wrapping around my neck. Holding me. Holding on.
