Don't Promise (Don't 3)

His gaze lifted to mine. “Not want a baby? I’ve thought. I’ve prayed I got you pregnant. That the fucking broken condom was a sign that I needed to get my shit together. It happened for a reason. Because I was supposed to get you pregnant.”

“You did?” My heart pounded. “You wanted to get me pregnant?”

His hand tugged in my pajama pants. “I do. I want to knock you up so fucking bad.”

“Oh God.”

I dropped to the bed as Luke pulled me on top of him. “This is crazy,” I whispered.

He shoved my pants off my ankles. I bucked when I felt his fingers feather between my legs. He traced a circle over my clit.

“You are going to have my baby, Alexa Wilde.”

I nodded. “I am.”

He spread my legs and pushed a finger inside, curling it toward my G-spot.

“I missed the last three days,” I breathed.

“What?”

“I was so upset I forgot to take the pill.” I groaned when he pushed another finger inside me.

“So there’s a chance right now?”

I nodded.

“Fuck.” He rolled my tank top over my head, feasting on one nipple and then the other. I bucked at the pressure.

He nipped at my neck and licked my throat. His lips covered my mouth and I inhaled him. His tongue mingled with mine. We were like a raging river. The damn was broken and there was no way to contain the current raging between us.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised.

I moaned. “Please.”

He flicked my clit, with a playful snap of his fingers before he sat backward on his knees, shedding his shirt and shoving off his pajama pants.

I sighed when I saw his throbbing cock. I ached for it. I loved the thickness. The wide veins. How it stretched my pussy so wide and tight.

“You are going to have my baby,” he growled. “This is how you make a baby.”

Just when I thought Luke had shown me how intense sex could be, he took things to a new level. He reached for a pillow, jamming it under my ass. My hips lifted in the air. His fingers massaged my clit and folds, pumping a finger inside me, before withdrawing it.

I hissed every time he took it away. I wanted something to grasp and clench. I wanted him inside me.

“Like that?’ he asked.

“No. I want more.”

His thumb pressed against my clit while his fingers thrust inside me. I groaned in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Alexa. You’re so gorgeous.” He ran his free hands to my nipples, plucking them. He reached for my hand, drawing it between my legs. “You know how hot it is when I watch you touch yourself.”

I nodded. “I like it when you watch my body. I can be free with you.”

He growled. “I’m going to watch as I pump you full, baby. My cock is going to be buried so deep inside you.”

I whimpered. My cream ran freely from my legs.