Knocking Her Up

His fingers are big, slightly callused, and I close my eyes when he breathes a stream of warm air along my slit.

“Cooper, please, stop torturing me,” I moan, beg.

And then he moves his hands closer, his fingers now touching my pussy, his thumbs pulling my lips apart. He slides them up until he reaches my clit. He rubs the small bud for a second, driving my lust higher, having me dig my heels into the mattress. Then I feel his mouth on me. He sucks and licks at me, running his tongue up and down my cleft, flattening it and licking me like he’s savoring every last drop I give him.

“So fucking sweet,” he growls.

I rise up just slightly and look down the length of my body to see his blond hair between my thighs, his mouth still on my pussy.

I take in the wide expanse of his broad shoulders, follow the lines of his tattoos that wrap around his arms and back, know they go over his chest as well, and feel my heart jerk in my chest.

“You ready for me?” he murmurs against my flesh before rising up slightly and showing me how glossy his mouth is.

From me.

He straightens and runs his palm over his mouth, shows it to me, how wet it is, how it glistens, then proceeds to lick all my cream from his skin.

Good. God.

I could climax just from watching him do that.

I nod.

I’m more than ready to be his.Chapter SixteenCooperI can’t wait any longer. I’ve made sure she’s ready. I know, no matter what I do, it will hurt her when I take her virginity, but I’ve done everything I can to make sure it’s as easy as possible. She has no idea the restraint it took to do that. All I really want to do is fall on her and bury my cock so deep inside of her that she could taste me for days. I never thought of myself as a family man before, but I know putting my baby inside of Jo is what I was born for.

I never thought much about destiny or soulmates, but if that stuff is real, then I know Jo is mine. I knew from the first moment I walked into the office at the gym and saw her standing there she was different.

She was special.

And now, she’s about to be mine.

I can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard that she’s giving herself to. It’s a gift that I’ll never take for granted.

I position myself over her body, pulling her legs so they rest on my hips.

“There’s no going back, Jo,” I tell her, needlessly.

“I don’t want to,” she replies. “I want to belong to you.”

“Keep your eyes on me, Jo. Don’t look away,” I order. I want to watch her every minute I’m inside of her. I want to see every thought, emotion, feeling that moves over her face as I claim her. This is a moment I don’t want either of us to ever forget.

She bites down on her lip, reaches up to slide her fingers against the scruff on my face, her gaze soft.

“I won’t look away, Cooper. I’m right here with you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

I position my cock against her slit, sliding it up and down her wet depths so that my shaft is covered in her juices. The lips of her pussy cling to my cock, sucking at my hard length, trying to take it inside of her. The feeling is unexplainable.

“This will hurt,” I grumble, my voice thick with emotion.

“Only for a minute,” she responds and I pray she’s right. I don’t want to hurt her, not even for a second.

“You belong to me now, Jo,” I tell her as I push just the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“I know,” she answers, surprising me. “And now you’ll belong to me, too,” she adds and as she says that, she wraps her legs around my hips and thrusts up, impaling herself with my cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my dick breaks through the thin barrier of her virginity and slides into her tight tunnel. She cries out my name, her eyes wide, her gaze locked on mine. “Baby,” I whisper, doing my best to hold still, letting her body get adjusted to me.

I curl my hand against her nape, holding her tenderly. My heart feels as if it’s turning somersaults in my chest as a feeling so intense grips me, I know I’ll never be the same.

“Oh,” she gasps, licking her lips.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m better than okay,” she says with a shy smile. I kiss her gently, needing the touch, the taste of her mouth. I need to solidify our connection on every level.

“You feel so good,” I groan.

“I think you’re supposed to move,” she says against my lips.