With him fucking me, and our lips crashing into each other, we begin to lose our breath.
Panting, I grasp on to his shoulders, and dig my nails into him.
He grabs the back of my knee and lifts it up, angling his cock deeper in me.
I cry out from the new sensation overwhelming me.
He starts to fuck me harder and faster. Tightening and igniting my nerves.
“I can’t wait to make you my wife.” He grunts out, staring down at me.
I still for a second, but my ache and clenching cunt distracts me.
“You’re going to look so fucking good as mine.”
I moan loudly.
For some reason, this is fucking hot. And at this moment, I don’t care to know why.
I close my eyes, feeling my orgasm on the brink of explosion.
But I begin to lose myself, sinking into a whirlpool filled with every feeling I’ve had for this man—hate, love, longing, anger.
How, in the fuck, does he do this to me?
I scream, feeling like I’ve been whiplashed.
He relentlessly thrusts into me, repeatedly hitting my spot, and my body starts to tense.
“I’m going to put a baby in you,” he accentuates each word with a thrust.
And with that, I release.
“God…yes! Please!”
Another powerful orgasm rips through me, blurring my senses. And I feel his muscles still and begin to quiver.
“Fuck, Elsa.” He pumps into me, filling me with his cum.
We fall into each other, breathing heavy, and slightly fatigued.
His head falls into the crook of my neck, and he gently kisses me, ticking me with his lips and tongue.
I curl my shoulder up, nudging him away, and he laughs.
The deep vibration sends shivers down my spine, and he brushes over them with his fingers, exploring my body.
“Why would you ever want to put a baby in me?” I ask, remembering what he said as reality comes back to me.
“We’d have some mighty fine babies,” he hums, distracted by his travels.
“Oh my god,” I laugh. “Now I definitely don’t want to have a baby with you..” I push him away.
“What? It’s true. I’d never lie when it comes to you,”
I shake my head and reach up to stretch my body.
He eyes me, lust refilling his eyes.