“Did I hurt you?” Now that my brain was back in working order, I was a little alarmed at how off-rails I’d gone.
“No,” he rasped, his voice noticeably hoarse.
“Rett,” I said seriously. “Was that too much?”
He smiled again and slid his arm between us to rest his hand on his abdomen. “It was perfect.”
He looked so smug, as though he’d finally gotten what he wanted.
I stretched out over him. “Someone’s got a breeding kink.”
“I didn’t even know that was a thing until right now.” His voice was still strained like I’d rearranged his vocal cords. “But you clearly do.”
Something in my chest tightened. The urge to withdraw was almost overwhelming. I was getting vulnerable with him. Doing things I’d only imagined but never felt safe enough toexplore in reality.
“And now that you do?” I asked, fighting the instinct to retreat. It was so foreign that a rush of anger swept through me because being exposed like this was against my entire nature.
“Now that I do, I would walk around pregnant if I could.”
Groaning, I melted into him, all resistance in my limbs gone like it was never even there. His arms hugged me tight, one leg wrapping around my hip.
“If I could have a baby,” he whispered against my ear, “the only one I’d want is yours.”
Even though my tank was empty, I felt something deep inside me stir.
It made me realize I was a selfish bastard. Here I was, having all my wet, secret dreams come true, and he hadn’t even had an orgasm.
Cool air rushed between us when I pushed up. He grabbed at me, but I shook my head and looked between our bodies toward his soft dick.
“Fuck,” I spat, already giving myself a mental lashing.
“Hiro?” The fear in Pip’s voice made me look down.
“I’m sorry, baby. I lost my head. You just felt too good. I’ll take care of you right now.”
He giggled.
I scowled. “You think that’s funny?”
“It’s funny you didn’t notice me coming completely untouched.”
Wait. What?
I glanced down again, noting that his tip was glossy.Lifting my head, I asked, “You came?”
His lips curled in before he spoke. “The second you called me greedy.”
Oh, well, then what could I say? I’m just that good.
I cupped his face. “You’re perfect.”
“I don’t care as long as I’m yours.”
See what I mean? Perfect.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
