V Card Sweetheart (Sweetheart, Colorado)

“Our bed. From now on, you’re in our bed. With me, every night.”

I curl my head into his shoulder and kiss his neck, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my breast against his chest.

When we get to his room, he lays me down on the bed, and I move over so he can lie with me. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me that you’ll be in my bed every night from now on.”

I curl into him as he pulls me against him. “If that’s what you want, I’ll be in your bed every night from now on.”

He climbs over top of me. “That’s what I want. More than anything.”

I open my legs to make room for him, and his hands grip my waist. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I plant my feet on the bed and lift my hips. His penis is still erect, hard and seeping a drop of moisture from its tip. I should be scared because I know in fact he could hurt me, but I want this. I want it more than anything.

“You won’t hurt me. Please, I need you.”

He leans down and kisses me, and it’s just as explosive as our first kiss. He takes his time, exploring my mouth, his tongue making me crazy.

It’s then I feel him, his hardness pressing into me, and I freeze underneath him. “It’s okay. I’ll go slow.”

I nod my head, and he raises up, looking at where our bodies are joined. He grabs my hand. “Look at us. We’re one, Jane.”

I look down, and the tip of his cock is sunk into my womanhood. His whole body is pulled taut, and I know he’s holding back. All because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

“I need you. Please.” I lift my hips, forcing him another inch inside me. I can feel my body stretching to accommodate him. He’s filling me up, but still I need more. “Please?” I plead with him.

He flexes his hips and moves into me in one swift motion. I groan. The pain is swift and fierce, but just as quickly as it came, it goes away. In its place is a smooth friction that burns with each stroke he makes inside me. My whole body feels electric. He pushes in and out of me, groaning with each thrust.

“Come in me, Dutton. I want your baby,” I say and then I clench my eyes in shock, not believing that I just said that out loud.

He stops moving, and his hands come around my neck. “Look at me.” He’s as still as concrete. Unmoving.

“Look at me,” he says again.

I open my eyes, and his blue eyes are so dark as he stares back at me. “Say it again.”

I swallow deeply. “Come in me, Dutton.”

“All of it,” he commands.

I touch his hands at my throat and try to hold on to him. “Come in me, Dutton. I want your baby.”

“Yes.” His body trembles against mine. His one hand slides between my legs, and he starts to torment my clit while his other hand massages my breast. “I’m going to fill you up, Jane. You’re going to have my babies. Be my wife. Be mine forever.”

“Yes.” I groan as another orgasm wracks through my body.

He’s grunting, moving in and out until he finally finds his release, doing exactly what he said he would. He fills me up.

11

Dutton

She passed out. I’ve had her twice tonight, and she’s out now like a light. I have her in my arms, in my bed, and I’m not letting her go. If I was less of a man, I’d roll her over and take her from behind because I know how sore she is. But I’ll save that for another day.

I lift up in the bed and she startles next to me. “Where are you going?”

I reach for the covers and pull them over us and then snuggle back against her.

“Just covering up. I’m not going anywhere.”

She moves next to me and groans.

“You okay?”

“I’m sore. But I’m good.”

I reach down between us and cup her sex. I’ve already cleaned her and myself up. But I can’t get enough of her. I’m her first, and I’ll be her last. I’m her man, her future husband, her future baby daddy. If I didn’t give her a baby tonight, I will soon. It’s now my life’s mission to make all her dreams come true.

“I’m sorry I hurt you. I promise after you have rested and aren’t sore, I’ll make it up to you.”

I feel her smile into my chest. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“With pleasure. I mean, you are going to be my wife. I’ll have plenty of time.”

She lifts her head, and her dark brown eyes are looking at me curiously. “You still want to marry me?”

“Jane, you’ll be my wife. I love you. For now and always.”