“I love you,” he tells me full stop. He brushes a knuckle along my cheek. “I’ve gotta get going.”
“Wait.” I tug him back.
“Babe?” he smiles his gorgeous panty melting smile at me.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“I know,” he says, and I want to punch him and rip his clothes off, but I don’t because Gracie is watching and he’s going to be late.
“Damn, Babygirl. You take this dick so fuckin’ good.” Lunatic slams into me from behind, giving it to me hard and deep.
He’s got one hand around my throat and the other on my hip. His body slaps against mine, and I bite the pillow to keep from screaming and waking Gracie up.
The headboard knocks against the wall with every thrust. He grabs a pillow and wedges it behind one of the bed posts. His lips meet my shoulder. “Where was I? Oh yeah. I think I was here.” He slides his palm from my hip to my belly then lower to rub my clit. “You going to come for me?” His voice grates in my ear, all deep and throaty. “I’m going to fill you up. Might fuck around and put a baby in you.”
I still beneath him, wondering if I heard him correctly. We’ve not talked about having kids.“Repeat that last part,” I tell him.
His teeth rake along the shell of my ear. “You heard me, Daisy. I’m going to fill this pretty little pussy up and knock you up.”
My belly goes all warm in the center.
“You like the sound of that?” he circles my clit, and I moan, arching into him.
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.” He slaps my ass and reaches over into the nightstand. Then he’s slipping something onto my ring finger. “Might fuck around and make you my wife while I’m at it.” He grips my hipswith both hands as I stare at the diamond on my finger. “You like that too, don’t you?” he pumps his hips, thrusting faster. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”
“Harder.” I grip the sheets as his palm connects with my ass cheek.
“You want it harder.” He growls and pulls out slow, then slams back into me, rooted to the hilt.
“Oh God. Oh God. Yes,” I cry as he pumps into me. My eyes roll back. His rough fingers pinch my nipples. “Come with me.” I grab his hand, kissing his knuckles. He does just that, cock twitching, body jerking.
He spasms inside me, spilling ever lost drop. “Don’t move.” He runs a palm down my spine. “Stay like that. Fucking perfect.” He kisses my shoulder and I smile, fully sated.
Five months later I become Mrs. Jared Walters.
Four months after that, Maria Hope is born.
One year later, Hot Mama and Big Daddy call in a favor.
Jose Juarez is dead and they need a new King and Queen to take the throne in Mexico.
