In the final throes of lust I used my cock like a piston to pummel her pussy, chasing that feeling of sweet bliss as it tingled up my spine.
My only thought as I came inside her was the same as it was since the first time I took her. I wanted her to give me a child.
It had become a fucking obsession this need to breed her. And it was no longer just about the fact that she’d had a child for another man, it was something I seemed to need as much as I needed air.
What man doesn’t want his woman to bear his seed? Only with me it went much deeper than that. I felt like I would suffocate if I didn’t see her body rounded with my child, and soon.
I laid on top of her a long time after the last of my seed had dripped into her, feeling the softness of her body as it settled around my cock which refused to go down.
When I finally pulled out and saw the condition she was in, I left her on the bed and headed into the kitchen for some ice. She’s gonna need it.
I checked in on a sleeping Amber on the way back and was satisfied that she was tucked up nice and tight before going back to my bed and my woman.
“Here baby, this should help.” I held the ice against her heated bruised flesh, ignoring her complaints until she settled down.
Once assured that she was okay, I threw the bag wrapped in a towel on the night stand and turned out the light before pulling her onto my chest to sleep.
“Go to sleep, you wore me out. I’ll feed you more in the morning before she wakes up.” She pinched my side and I felt a little more of the doubt that had a tight grip on me ease.
28
For the next few days we were busy getting ready for our trip. Our affair was now an open secret at the office, though no one dared mention it in front of me.
I was more worried about her, and that pride of hers, but she seemed to be holding up well. Someone had even leaked the news about the home I’d bought to share with her and our children.
The realtor or someone associated with her had sold that particular story to the tabloids, which made things a bit tense this close to our departure. So I had no choice but to move up one of my plans.
I ran my finger over the ring in my pocket as I sat behind my desk waiting for her to come to me. I’d had Mary summon her five minutes ago and sat back awaiting the fireworks that were sure to come.
This past weekend after she’d spent the night at my place I thought I’d gotten somewhere but she’d awakened the next morning full of piss and vinegar.
I’d barely rolled away from her and had the bad sense to ask her what she thought about the house when she let me know in no uncertain terms that she did not appreciate me planning her life for her.
Apparently I’m a stubborn overbearing ass without reason and she wasn’t having it. I ignored her ranting and focused all my energy on my new daughter, which only seemed to make her more rabid.
She knew what I was doing of course and I knew she would do anything for her daughter. If I had to use that to break down her defenses, if that was one of the things hindering her from giving herself to me completely and without fear, why not put her mind at rest?
But no matter what we faced during the day. How she hid herself in her office once she got here, forcing me to go drag her out, she spent every night under me.
I wouldn’t say that she’d given in to me and accepted her fate, but as long as I keep chipping away at that wall she has surrounding her heart, I was sure to win.
Now I’m waiting here to put the final nail in her coffin. Listen to me, this is the woman I love and I have to run our relationship like a battleground.
She came in and closed the door behind her, her eyes already wary. She stood there with a folder held to her chest looking at me with distrust in her eyes. She knows me so well!
“Come in!” She moved towards my desk and stood defiantly in front of me. I’d forbidden her to raise her voice to me so I was sure she was biting a hole in her tongue.
Only this morning, a few short hours ago to be exact, when I’d just got through fucking her against the wall in the shower, she’d asked me not to call her into my office so often as it was giving everyone something to talk about.
I stood from my desk and walked around to stand in front of her. “Have you learned to trust me yet Giavanna?”
I lifted her chin and read her eyes. Her eyes never lie to me even when her mouth is skirting the issue. “I’m asking you a question. What more do I need to do to get you to believe?”
When she didn’t answer but looked down at her feet instead I knew she was still scared. “I’ve been thinking. Knowing you as I do, there’s no way you would’ve let me get close to your child unless you felt some of what I am feeling.”
That got a reaction from her, even if it was just a slight shift from one leg to the next. I know all her tells now. While she’s been busy fighting me, I’ve been studying her.
Apart from the deep fear that she keeps so well hidden from the world, she’s an open book. She’s sweet and strong and so fucking gorgeous it makes my heart ache.
