“Yes.”
“Really, really?”
He laughed. He moved her so that she straddled him. She felt the hard evidence of his cock as it pressed against her core. “I never thought I was capable of love. You, Abriana, you got under my skin, and I couldn’t say no to you. I couldn’t give you up.” He ran his hands up her back, sinking into her hair. “You drive me so fucking wild, and I don’t know how to control it. I don’t want any man to know how good you are. How sweet you look, how amazing you taste. I want it all to myself. Do you think that’s selfish?”
“I don’t want you to go with another woman.” She took his hand, placing it against her stomach. “I want you to put another baby inside me. I … I love you too.”
He slammed his lips down on hers as he pulled off her leather jacket. His fell to the bed, and they tore at each other’s clothes, needing to get naked.
Once they were naked, Ugly Beast pressed her to the bed, and he slid her thighs open wide. She cried out his name as he licked at her pussy, opening the lips of her sex, and keeping her wide and exposed for his pleasure alone.
“You taste so damn good.” He plundered her cunt with his tongue before sliding up to circle her clit. He repeated the action, drawing her closer to orgasm, and she felt this need curling deep inside her for him to not stop, to not ever stop.
The pleasure was so intense, and as she came, Ugly Beast pressed his face between her thighs, tasting her, prolonging the bliss he was creating with his tongue. He began to kiss up her body. His face wet from her pussy, he trailed his lips up until he got to her tits, sucking each bud into his mouth.
“You’re going to breastfeed our kid. I want to watch you.”
“Ugly,” she said, moaning his name.
“Yes. I know what you want.” He found her entrance, and she cried out as he slammed in deep.
The pleasure was intense as he took her hard, the bed hitting the wall with the force of his thrusts, driving inside her.
She wanted him more than anything else in her life.
“Look at us, Abriana.”
She looked down at where they were joined. His cock was slick with her cum as he rocked inside her. She thrust up to meet him, needing more.
Ugly Beast took her hands, pressing them above her head so she was locked against him with nowhere else for her to go, not that she wanted to. He angled his hips, and he pressed deeper inside her, making her cry out.
“I love you, Abriana. I’ve never loved anyone in my fucking life, but you, you’re mine. I’ve never been a possessive bastard, but I can’t have anyone else near you. You’re mine. All mine.”
She shocked him as she threw his weight so he rolled to the bed, and she straddled him, rocking her hips in the way he’d taught her how.
“You’re all mine. You can’t be with anyone else. Just me. For the rest of your life. You can have every single part of me. Any time you want me, but you can’t look at or touch another woman.”
Ugly Beast ran his hands up her body, cupping her tits. “Deal.”
He grabbed her hips, drawing her down onto his length, making her cry out for more. He gripped the back of her neck, and she stared down into his eyes as he held hers. Making love to him, she felt him so deep within her. This was what she hungered for all of her life. This connection, this love. Ugly Beast shut down all of his walls, showing her how he truly felt. She saw it in his gaze, felt it in the way he held her, and she marveled at him.
When he spilled his cum inside her, flooding her core, he rocked her beneath him. “I’ll never give you up, and any man who thinks he can take you away is going to deal with me. I’m not a good man. I’ll never be a good man, but for you, Abriana, only you will know goodness from me.”
She believed him.
Epilogue
Nine months later
“It hurts.”
“I know, baby, I know. I’m here.”
Ugly Beast glared at everyone around them. Abriana should be in the hospital, but instead, her water had broken, and now, in the clubhouse parking lot, with the ambulance crew, she was pushing. He held her hands, and she rested against him, screaming. He wanted to grab his gun and shoot the incompetent bastards for not bringing her something for the pain. Shouldn’t they be prepared for this kind of thing?
Angry.
Pissed off.
Afraid, because like a pussy, he’d read the pregnancy books and knew there was a risk he could lose them both. His wife and his daughter. They had found out the sex, and he’d spent six months preparing the nursery at their home.