I reach for him.
“Wait,” I say, voice hoarse.“Don’t grab a condom.”
He freezes, hovering over me.
“You sure?”he asks, voice suddenly gentler.“We don’t have to?—”
“I’m sure.”I meet his eyes, hand cupping his jaw.“We got tested—you during your physical and me while I was at the doctor.We’re both all clear.And I’m already pregnant.”
His breath catches.
“Are you asking me to fuck you raw?”he asks, tone low and reverent, like I just offered him a prayer.
“Yes,” I whisper.“I want to feel you.All of you.”
Monty’s mouth crashes into mine—hot, deep, desperate.His tongue sweeps against mine like he’s already inside me, fucking me with his mouth first.Like he wants me to feel him everywhere before he even moves.
He breaks the kiss only to drag his mouth along my jaw, down to my throat, where he licks and bites softly—possessive, hungry, home.
Then his voice—low and raw at my ear.
“Tell me how you want it, baby.”
I shiver.
His hand finds my thigh, pushes it open farther.
“Do you want slow?”he breathes.“Do you want to feel every inch of me sliding in until you can’t take it?”
He rocks his hips against me—his cock hot and thick between my folds, not pushing in yet, just waiting.
“Or do you want me to take you now?”he growls.“Fast and deep until you’re sobbing my name, begging me not to stop?”
My breath catches in my throat.
He’s right there.His cock thick and hot, pressed between my folds, waiting.Not demanding.Offered.
And I could beg.
I could cry for it, plead for him to wreck me, but I want something else.
Something that’s going to ruin me softly.
“Slow,” I whisper, voice ragged.“Please ...I want to feel you stretch me.I want all of you.Every inch.I want you to take your time—like I’m the only thing you need.”
Monty groans—low and guttural—like I just said the exact thing he didn’t know he was waiting to hear.
His forehead drops to mine, his breath shallow and broken.
“You have no idea what you fucking do to me,” he says, his voice rough and wrecked.
Then he shifts—just enough to line himself up.The head of his cock brushes my entrance, and I feel everything tighten.Not from fear.From need.
His hand finds mine.Fingers threading.
And then?—
He pushes in.
