“You’re gonna do your job?” she parrots with another laugh.
“That’s what I said,” I respond, my voice serious, one hand moving to her ass, pushing her into position beneath me. I tease her with the tip of my dick, then shift so my shaft rubs against her clit, earning a soft moan from her.
Eyes half-closed, her hands now gripping my sides, her body relaxed and pliant as she gasps, “And what job is that?”
I stop moving, wait for her to meet my gaze. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.”
The corners of her mouth curve up, her torso bowing slightly, her legs widening further. “Before the wedding? How scandalous.”
I resume rubbing my dick on her slick pussy, enjoying the feel of her hands gripping my arms, her legs pressing into the outside of my thighs where I’m knelt over her. Her smell and her hot little sex noises that drive me wild.
I’ve never been a missionary kind of guy before, but I’m starting to understand the appeal. And knowing I may well be impregnating her ignites something feral in the most primal parts of my psyche.
Suddenly compelled to talk it through, I use my hands on either side of her head to push my torso upward so I can see her face. “Is it even possible?”
Her brow furrows slightly, and she shakes her in confusion. “What?”
“Can I actually put a baby in you right now?”
“Wha—what do you mean?”
I don’t want to ruin the mood with this kind of talk, but since I genuinely want to know, I clarify, “Have you been off birth control long enough for this to stick?”
Her expression slowly morphs from confusion to understanding, but then her cheeks pinken, her earlier pliancy vanishing. My frown deepens as she says nothing, and as the silence goes on, worry brews inside me. “What’s wrong?”
She sighs deeply, her lips twisting slightly before finally she confesses, “I was never on birth control.”
My frown turns into a scowl as her words sink in. She looks up at me, waiting as I deal with the onslaught of emotions swirling inside me. I huff, shake my head, but I don’t pull away as I murmur, “What would you have done if I’d accomplished the job that first time?”
She shrugs slightly, her expression sheepish yet entirely unrepentant. “I don’t know. Dropped the deal, I guess?” Her words come out as a question, and I purse my lips, shake my head, completely at a loss for words at the depth of her treachery.
What makes it worse is I’m not even mad.
And I should be furious.
Maybe it’s just because this way I have the future in hockey that I wanted for myself. Or maybe it’s because I understand the length people will go to when they’re desperate.
“You’re so fucking naughty,” I respond, breathless as I push the head of my cock into her cunt. “I should punish you for pulling one over on me.” I push in deep, slowly; so slowly I feel her inner muscles clenching and releasing as she urges me deeper.
Part of me wants to pull out. To move away. To leave her cold and wanting. But a larger part of me wants to know the why behind it all. And the only way to get to the bottom of that is to stay.
So, I slide my cock into her pussy until my pelvis presses against her pubic bone. Then I push in some more, grinding against her clit, reveling in the loud moan falling from her lips.
Lowering my upper body, I move my hands to cup her skull in my palms. Then I press my face into her neck, rock into her, my chest rubbing against her breasts, my pelvis grinding against hers.
Her hands slide along my back to my ass, squeezing as she gasps, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Shifting my hips back, I slide back in, sharply. “You like that?” She nods, her sharp intake of breath causing me to jerk my hips again, my teeth nipping at her neck. “You love it when I fuck you?”
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her face turning into my cheek, her lips brushing along my skin, seeking. “Please Ren. Please.”
“Please what?” I ask against her lips, and she replies, “Kiss me.”
So, I do. I sink in, skipping over the teasing licks and nibbles, my tongue sliding between her lips hungrily, mimicking the rhythmic rut of my cock in her pussy. She kisses me back with equal fervor; our lips clinging, our tongues dancing, our moans and groans of pleasure mingling between our hot breath.
Her fingertips dig into my ass cheeks as she pulls me toward her, her heels pressing into the back of my thighs as she locks me into place, using this new leverage to rock her hips into my thrusts.
Ripping my lips from hers, I press my forehead against hers. “You want it, princess? You want my baby inside you?”
