One More Time

“Oh, Malcolm! Yes!”

Just like that, I felt her pussy squeeze down around me hard, tightening her even more than before. It was as if her body was begging for me to explode inside of her. That was it, that was all it took. One look down at her, and I groaned, feeling my cock pulse and throb as I spilled my load inside of her. Streams of hot cum shot out of me and into her, filling her up, as we rode out the waves of pleasure for as long as humanly possible.

When every lost drop of my seed was nestled inside of her, I stayed there, on top of her, my cock still sheathed deep within her, was we savored the moment. Never before had I fucked with the intention of getting a woman pregnant.

This was entirely new to me – and I couldn't deny that part of me was even more turned on now. Knowing that my sperm was moving through her body, hopefully reaching an egg and putting my baby inside of her womb. There was something magical, something powerful, and profound about that.

I looked down into Casey's beautiful, hazel eyes, and pushed her hair back from her face. I dotted kisses along her jawline and neck, then moved to her mouth. She kissed me back, and even though I'd just unloaded inside of her, I felt myself growing hard again.

I pulled away from the kiss and fell down onto the bed beside her. She stayed on her back, staring at the ceiling, a near dazed look in her eyes. Maybe she remained in shock over the fact that we'd just had sex, or maybe she wasn't sure what to say. I couldn't be sure. But she just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, a look somewhere between disbelief and rapture on her face.

“Come here,” I said, my voice soft as I urged her to curl up beside me.

“You don't want to go?” she asked, not looking me in the eye.

“No, I'm not going to just leave you afterward, Casey,” I said. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

I propped myself up on my arm and stared at her for a long time. She eventually came closer to me, allowing me to wrap my arms around her, and pull her close. She rested her head on my chest and didn't say a word. I listened to her breathing, soft and even, with my face buried in the thick nest of her hair.

I probably should have left, she was right, but I didn't want to go anywhere. The only place I wanted to be was right beside her, holding her close. I didn't want this to end, and part of me wished we'd get another chance, maybe a few more, to be together.

I knew though, somewhere deep down, that would be a very bad idea. Because the longer it took for her to get pregnant with my child, the less time I had to win my dad's company back. Not to mention the fact that it would also give me more time to grow attached to her.

“Thank you,” she murmured against my chest.

“For what?” I asked. “I'm the one who should be thanking you.”

“For not rushing out of here,” she said. “I know this is all business to you, but I don't want to be alone right now.”

“You're not alone, Casey,” I said softly. “I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CASEY

Do not get attached. Easier said than done when you're curled up with someone like Malcolm Crane. My head rested on his sculpted chest, and I could hear his heart beating as I trailed the tips of my fingers along his abs. His fingers moved along my back, the gentlest of touches that could put me right to sleep.

My insides were warm and gooey. Not just from where Malcolm had filled me with his cum either but like in my stomach and chest too. I felt close to him in that moment – closer than I'd ever felt to anyone, anywhere, ever.

The fact that he wasn't going anywhere was nice. It was a lot more than I expected considering the fact that I was merely a human incubator for his future child. I was thankful he was taking his time with me. Not rushing away now that the deed was done. It meant a lot. We didn't say anything for the longest time. We just lay there in a silence that was companionable, though tinged with a touch of awkwardness. I listened to his breath and savored his touch, because God knew, I might not ever experience that with him again.

If we were successful, this was going to be it for us.

As if he could read my mind, Malcolm cupped my chin in his hands and turned my face toward him. First, he kissed the tip of my nose before moving lower, to my mouth. The kiss was sweet, chaste, and yet somehow, reassured me and made me feel better about things. It was crazy, but it did.

“I'm so glad I cleared my schedule for today,” he said.

His free hand cupped my breast, circling my nipple, and my body shuddered pleasantly in response.

“We can stay here all night, Casey,” he said. “If you'd like.”

I would like it. Very much so. I knew it was wrong though, and knew I should say no. But instead, I opened my mouth and something completely different fell out.

“Sure,” I said. “Couldn't hurt to keep trying, right? Just in case the first attempt didn't take.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Malcolm said.

He pulled me around, so I was on top of him, and I stared into his blue eyes. His hair was stuck to his forehead, still sweaty from the first go-round. I sat, naked and bare, on top of him and his eyes moved over my body. Up and down, his eyes moved, drinking me in completely.