I looked at the ceiling for a second. Then back at him. "I know I can't—I know it's not going to happen. But can we…" I stopped. Started again. "In the books, sometimes they—the hero talks about it. About getting her pregnant. And I just—" My face was hot. "I want to know what that sounds like. From you."
He was very still.
"You want me to talk to you like I'm trying to get you pregnant," he said.
Not a question. Making sure he understood.
"I know it's?—"
"Hey." He tilted my chin up. "Don't apologize."
I searched his face.
“Told you I’d give you anything you wanted.”
He thrust, slow and deep, and I gasped.
"You want to feel full of me," he said, low. "Want to keep me inside you."
"Yes—"
"Yeah." He thrust again. "I'll give you that." His mouth found my ear. "Keep you right here all day. Fill you up over and over until you're dripping with me."
I made a sound I had no control over.
"You want that?" His voice had dropped to something barely above a whisper. "Want me to put a baby in you, Willa?"
"Yes," I breathed. "God, yes?—"
I sucked in another breath as he moved off of me all of a sudden, turning me to my belly—taking my hips in his hands and pulling them up. It took all of five seconds for him to line himself up again and thrust inside me, and I pushed back to take him.
“You feel that?” he asked, thrusting once, twice—reaching forward to tug on my swaying nipples. “That’s me making sure every drop of cum stays in that perfect pussy. Stays there and roots inside you and gives you a baby.”
“Please,” I whispered, and on some level…I was actually praying. Begging for Forrest, begging for God to give me this one thing I wanted more than anything, the one thing I’d wanted even before I ran away.
I was twenty years old and I’d always beentoldwhat I wanted.
But the one thing I knew I wanted was a baby…and now I knew I wanted one with Forrest Holt.
“That’s it,” he said as I fucked myself on his cock. “Take all of me.” He thrust deep and I clenched, fluttered. “Every drop. That’s yours.”
I whined under my breath.
“You want me to fill you up.” He pulled back and thrust again and I gasped. “Want to feel me inside you for days.”
“Yes—”
“Say it again. Be specific.”
“I want your baby,” I breathed. “I want—Forrest, I want?—”
He was speeding up again, his grip on my hips tight and claiming. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “That’s what I thought. Keep you full of me…every morning, every night until it takes.”
“Please—”
“You’d be so pretty.” He pulled me up and kissed my neck, playing with my breasts. It pushed him deeper, my legs spread…and it made my heart sing when he slid one hand down to splay out across my belly. “So pretty carrying my baby. You want that?”
“Yes, God yes?—”
