She nods but doesn’t say a word.
“If I fuck you, if this happens, you’re mine. No changing your mind. And... and I’m not wearing a condom. I want to feel you... all of you.”
Her eyes widen. “But I could—"
I nod. “Get pregnant. I know,” I tell her with a shrug, like it’s not a big deal when actually the thought of it sort of has my chest palpitating. Is she the type to leave her child? I don’t think so, but I never thought my mom would be either. Fuck. I shake my head to keep the dark thoughts at bay.
She pulls her hands from mine and slides her arms around my neck. “Okay.”
I have no restraint. I should make her promise, do a blood oath, beg her to never leave me, but I don’t. Instead, I lift her up and lay her back onto the bed. She’s reaching for me, but I hold her down with one hand. “I need to be in you now.”
She nods, and I know she understands. My body is like a live wire. She spreads her legs, and I about come as her lady juices slide from her pink hole down the crevice of her ass. I wrap my hand around my girth and put my dick right at her center. She’s had her orgasm, and she’ll probably have another. But I’m getting mine too.
I tell myself to take it slow, but when I get the tip in, it’s like she’s sucking me in. I slam into her, moving her a few inches up the bed. I grab on to her waist, digging my fingers into her soft skin, and I hold her there as I pound into her. She groans a guttural sound that comes from deep within her chest. Her legs go around me as her heels dig into my back.
She’s tight, and it’s like a dream come true as she clutches on to me. Deeper and deeper I go with every thrust. “I need you to come, angel. Milk me. If you want my cum, you have to take it.”
I slide a hand between us and press my thumb to her clit, working it in circles. She plants her feet on the bed and meets me thrust for thrust. Her cunt is wet and getting hotter as she clamps down on me. As soon as her climax hits her, I follow, bellowing her name and screaming “mine” as I fill her womb with my release.
10
Emily
He’s barely pulled out of me, and he’s walking away. I lie on the bed, my hands over my belly as I contemplate my next move. When I planned this whole seduction, I never got past the sex part. I raise up on my elbows as he walks back into the room. He has a washcloth in his hands, and he’s coming straight for me. “Here, I’ll do it.”
He shakes his head, holding it from my reach. He pushes my legs open and starts to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asks softly.
I shake my head. “No.” It was a good hurt, not that I’m going to tell him that.
He grimaces as I flinch, and his touch goes softer.
He tosses the cloth into the hamper on the other side of the room and then crosses his arms over his chest. He’s naked, staring at me as I sit up on the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest. I don’t say a word. I don’t dare, not until I know what he’s thinking.
His expression is guarded and his voice low. “Are you planning on leaving now?”
If I didn’t know better, I would feel like he’s trying to push me out the door. But I know that’s not the case. I heard the slight tremble in his voice. “What do you want me to do, Dawson?”
He shrugs. “Sometimes it doesn’t matter what I want.”
My hands are itching to reach out for him, but I don’t. I unfold my legs and stand up. There’s no way I can have this battle sitting down. I put my hands on my hips and try to ignore the fact that I’m naked too. “It matters to me. What do you want?”
He opens his mouth and closes it again. I wait patiently, but he doesn’t say anything. I take a step toward him. “Tell me, Dawson. If you want me to leave, then just say the word. If this was just a good fuck for you, then tell me that too. But don’t say something you don’t mean. You may not know it, realize it or even care, but every day, you hurt me. You push me away, you’re an asshole, and I get it. But I won’t just be a secret fuck for you. I deserve better than that, and so do you.”