Planting His Seed

She trembles in my arms, losing some of the stiffness in her muscles. Her ass even pushes against my cock. I doubt she realizes the invitations she’s giving me, but I do. It’s an invitation I have every intention of accepting .

“You’re not walking away, Jenny. I may have waited too long to claim you, but whoever the fucker is that you gave your body to was an idiot .”

“Because he took what you pushed away?” she huffs, her body going tense once again .

“Because he had you and yet he let you get away. Now you’re here. Now I have you and you aren’t getting away from me. You’re never getting away from me again, ” I tell her and the words are a promise .

I spin her around and lift her over my shoulder, letting her torso drape over my shoulders and back, while I hold her legs and ass tight. I start striding through the corn, going straight to the house. I’ll get the truck tomorrow. I need Jenny safely inside my house and I’m not risking letting her out of my arms until she’s locked inside my bedroom, unable to get away .

Once I have her there, I have only one thought on my mind. I’ll finally claim her body and do my best to obliterate any memory of a man before me and I’ll bury my cock so deep in her, filling her so full of my cum that some have to take root. Before the week is out, Jenny will be pregnant with my baby and she’ll never get away from me then. She’ll never doubt who she belongs to again .Chapter 10VirginiaI can feel the tension radiating from Carson, but I keep my mouth shut and let him control the situation. Yes, I have a lot of questions, the biggest one being what exactly he meant when he said I was his, and how far he is going to take that. Maybe it is obvious to some, and a part of me knows what it really means, but I want to hear him say it. I want him to admit that he desires me in the same way I do him .

I want Carson to tell me that, even though he said he’s wanted me since I was eighteen, what he wants with me is more than just a warm body in his bed. And truthfully, that’s my biggest fear. I worry that when this is all said and done, what he really desires is us rolling around between his sheets, making me just another notch on his bedpost .

We’ve been back at his house for the last twenty minutes, and although I feel a little dumb for walking off, I feel even more ridiculous that he felt the need to haul me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes .

I’m a damn liar. I got so wet when he picked me up, like he was this caveman and he was hauling me back to his lair .

I watch as he walks over to the cabinet, opens it up, and pulls out two glasses. Then he goes over to the freezer and opens it, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. When he comes back to the table and sits across from me, my throat tightens .

He pours both glasses with a shot of whiskey and pushes one of them over to me. I stare at it for long seconds before finally picking it up and downing the whole thing. When I set the glass down, my throat on fire, my breath wheezing out of me, I see that Carson is staring at me with a smirk on his face. I wonder what he’s thinking about right now .

But he doesn’t say anything. He tosses back his own drink and refills both of the glasses .

“I figure we will both need a little kick in the ass after all the shit that went down tonight .”

I nod and drink the second shot of whiskey, coughing slightly once I have it swallowed. God, it’s like liquid fire down my throat and settling like a rock in my belly. The warmth and buzz start immediately. I’m not a big drinker so I know these two shots will really loosen me up .

Good .

“Did I freak you out by what I said? I’m surprised you haven’t packed your stuff and tried to leave.” He looks away and I hate that .

“No, you didn’t freak me out.” He might have admitted that he wants me, but I haven’t exactly told him how deep my feelings for him actually go .

And I want to tell him. I want to admit it all to him. I’m just too afraid, so scared that when I tell him I love him things will change .