Page 33 of Haden

“Haden…” I whine. Apparently, he really does intend to marry me and knock me up in the next few weeks.

“Your pussy is soaking the front of my shirt, baby.”

I flush at his words.

“Go ahead, naughty girl. Rock your clit against me. Get yourself off while I watch.”

Stunned, I blink several times.

He pinches my nipples hard enough to send a new wave of arousal to my pussy. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re horny, Emilia. Do as you're told. Masturbate against my abs, and then I’ll strip those wet panties off and make you come again with my mouth.”

What I want to do is scoot back several inches and rub myself off against the firm ridge of his cock, which is poking my butt.

Haden slides his hands to my hips and steadies me as if he read my mind. “Such a naughty girl. Hands on my shoulders. Rock forward. I want to watch your breasts sway. I’m not going to give you more until you come for me.”

This is so outside of my comfort zone. All of my experiences with a man have been with Haden in the past two days. I’ve obviously never masturbated while someone watched, but his tone… He has a way of making me bend to his will with nothing more than his hypnotizing voice.

Fuck it. I need to come so badly, I don’t care if he watches. Angling my pelvis forward, I grind my clit against his firm abs. Two… Three… Four times. That’s all it takes for me to explode.

Crying out, I tip my head back and ride the incredible feeling. I don’t care how wanton I must look with my hair swaying against his thighs, my breasts heavy in front of him, and my pussy dripping onto his shirt.

He did this to me.

I’m not sorry.

Before my pussy finishes pulsing, I’m on my back again. My hair fans out around me, tangling across my face and chest.

Haden quickly moves all the errant locks to the sides before moving down my body to pull my panties off. He’s fully clothed. I’m naked. I don’t dare ask him to join me. He’s not the sort to follow my instructions.

His gaze is so intense as he eases off the end of the bed. “Pull your knees up, Emilia. And let them fall open.”

Trembling with renewed need, I do as he commands, leaving me so extremely vulnerable.

His smile… Heavens… He’s so pleased. “Every inch of you is perfection. Your hair…”

“It’s too long. It’s out of control.” I don’t know why I say that. My mouth is running to keep me from floating off the bed. But it’s true. I’m in need of a cut. Several inches.

He shakes his head. “No cutting your hair, baby,” he orders. “Lift your arms above your head.”

My limbs are shaking, and I feel ten times more vulnerable after I obey him. My breasts are high. My pussy is so exposed. He’s taking in every inch, his gaze wandering up and down my frame.

He bends and reverently kisses my inner thigh. “I want pictures of you. Will you let me take some?”

I gasp. “Pictures?”

“Yes.” His lips graze my pussy barely enough for me to feel the contact. “I’ll never share them with a single soul, baby. I promise. I want them for myself. I want to be able to look back and remember how fucking precious you were before I took your virginity.”

I shudder.

He leans over farther and kisses my stomach. “I want to document the changes to your body as our baby grows inside you.” His lips come to my nipple next. He flicks his tongue over it. “I want to see the stages of your breasts as they grow heavy, as the nipples elongate and swell. I want photos when you’re about to deliver and then right after when you need to be milked. Someday, I’ll suckle these ripe teats to make them drip with milk and then take pictures as it trails down your chest.”

Haden grabs my inner thighs and presses them against the mattress, making me realize I had begun to close them.

I cry out. My pussy is gripping at nothing. My clit aches. The nipples he keeps talking about feel so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if he could milk them right now.

“The pictures are for us. No one else, baby. I’ll keep them in an encrypted folder and delete them from my phone.”

I’m kind of surprised he’s waiting for my permission or even asking for it in the first place. Apparently, he does have some lines he won’t cross. He may intend to be all up in my business while I’m fucking bleeding, but he won’t take nude pictures of me without my permission.