But I can’t deny that with every passing second, I grow more certain Elowyn will forgive me.
I decide then and there to end the secrecy. To tell her everything and soon.
“I do,” she says, her voice small.
“Good girl.” I lift my hand and press two fingers to her mouth. “Now suck.”
Warily, she parts her lips, accepting them. When her cheeks hollow and her tongue laps over my fingers, I curse under my breath.
My hips rock because, dammit, she’s so hot that I can’t fully rein myself in. But I’m not going hard on her. I’m gentle enough that the pressure of her pussy loosens around me.
“That’s my girl.” My cock swells, thickening to the point of agony. “I could finger-fuck that pretty mouth for hours.” I drag my fingers out slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch between them and her mouth. The filthy sight sends a groan up my throat. “Another day.”
Slipping my hand between our bodies, I circle her clit slowly.
“Oh.” She blinks up at me as pleasure replaces the pain. “That… Oh.”
“Feel good?” Flicking, pinching, rubbing, I do everything to get her wetter. “You like that?”
“More.” Her hips buck as her body gets used to me. Begging for me. “Please.”
“Wait.Wait. Dammit, Elowyn, I’m trying to hold back.” As turned on as I am, I take my time stroking her just the way she likes. I need her to be even more relaxed before I ruin her with my cock. “You have no idea how tempting you are. You’re sucking me in, baby, and if you don’t stop, I’m going to hurt you.”
“You care…” Her hands rise to touch my cheeks. “I thought you hated me.”
“And I thought I was an asshole.” I grab her wrists, shoving them back in place over her head. “Yet here you are”—I’m hanging by a thread, my entire body fighting not to fuck her until she comes and cries for me—“letting an asshole”—I revel in her scream as she climaxes—“rub one out of you.”
The moment her pussy spasms around me, the last of my restraint is gone.
She doesn’t say anything else when I let loose, railing her with everything I’ve got.
Words are pointless when our bodies talk. When her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush. When she spreads her legs a little wider. Fighting to take more of me in.
I lift one of her legs and pull it over my shoulder, giving her exactly that.
At this angle, my cock sinks deeper, and she clenches her pussy around me.
Elowyn whispers, “Don’t stop. Please.”
And a few thrusts later and…my fucking God.
We’re a moaning, sweaty mess as I lose myself to this orgasm. Tous. Two people at their most visceral, most primal selves.
“You’re perfect. Every wet dream, every time I fucked my fist, all I could think about was this. Your pussy, milking me.” My muscles pull tight, lungs burning. I don’t hold back, my hips working while I lean in to kiss the hell out of Elowyn while I growl against her lips, “I’m going to fuck a baby into you. Then, you’re never getting rid of me. We’re going to be bound for life.”
As soon as I say it, an image slashes into my head. The two of us, strolling across the grounds of the mansion on a fall evening. The air is crisp, the leaves on the trees are red, orange, and gold, like they are now.
A maternity dress stretches over Elowyn’s stomach. Over our baby that grows inside her.
The need to breed her intensifies, pressing against my ribs. Suffocating me.
I want that.
“We can’t.” She fights against my hand that locks her wrists together.
“Why?” I ask, but don’t let go of her.
Don’t stop looking at her gorgeous face while I’m branding her with my cock.
