“You stayed unprotected for me, right? Nothing is stopping me from impregnating you?”
“Not a thing. Fill me, Rhett,” Charlotte whispered. “Let’s make a baby.”
I grabbed her legs from around my waist and pushed them back, opening her up to my view and tilting her hips a little more. When my cock emerged, it was covered in cream tinged with red. Any remaining blood in my body drained straight to my cock. I wanted to wipe it up and save the towel so I could pull it out and look at it whenever I wanted a reminder. But, as much as Charlotte had grown up with a father as obsessed with her mother, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be freaked by her husband saving her virgin blood as a stamp of ownership.
I drove back in and shouted when her walls came around me like a vise. “Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes, baby. Squeeze that pussy.” I didn’t bother working up to fast and hard because I was mindless to my hunger. I fucked her deep, watching, mesmerized by my cock moving in and out. I loved that nothing hid my view. “I want this pussy to always be bare, Charlotte,” I commanded through gritted teeth. “Nothing between us. Ever. Is that clear?”
“Oh, yessss,” she hissed. “Mmmmmm, yes! More!”
I grabbed another pillow and shoved it under her ass, then got to my knees and pushed her bent legs back against her chest. At this angle, she wouldn’t lose a drop. I rutted between her thighs like an animal in heat, wild and abandoned. “Charlotte! Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah. So good. Yes, baby! That’s it. Fuck!”
“Rhett!” Charlotte’s head thrashed from side to side, and her body tensed. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh!”
I reached between us and pressed my thumb down on her clit. “Rhett!” She screamed my name over and over as she tumbled over the edge. Her spasming muscles massaged my dick, milking my dick until my climax slammed into me light a fucking freight train.
Roaring her name, I stuffed her full of my fat cock and exploded. I was right up against her womb, so I rocked inside her, nudging her cervix so it would open and take everything I had to give.
After we were both spent, lying in a blissful heap of hot, sweaty bodies, with her hips still elevated, I rested my head in the valley between her tits. I placed tiny kisses anywhere I could reach without moving more than centimeters. Charlotte was running her hand contentedly through my hair, and I finally felt at peace. “I’m so in love with you, Charlotte,” I murmured, tilting my head back so I could look up at her beautiful face.
“Oh, Rhett,” she whispered with a beaming smile and a sigh. “I’m in love with you, too.” Then she smirked and tugged on my ear playfully. “You’re mine too, right? I own you?”
“You bet your sweet ass, baby.”
She giggled, a sound I truly adored.
“I can be an asshole sometimes, a possessive, jealous, cocky son of a bitch. But no one will ever love someone as much as I love you, Charlotte.”
Epilogue
Charlotte
I found it especially fitting that I was about to walk down the aisle almost nine months to the day after I started my internship at Whitney, Inc. When I had picked the date, I’d selected the last possible Saturday that Rhett would agree to—only six weeks from when he’d told me we were getting married. After how many months it had taken for me to finally give in to my desire for him, he had refused to wait any longer to claim me in the eyes of the law.
I hadn’t known then how appropriate the date was going to be; I’d just wanted as much time as possible to plan the wedding of my dreams. When I’d turned up pregnant three weeks ago, it had hit me that I was going to carry our baby for the same amount of time that it had taken Rhett to slide a wedding band on my ring finger. Not that anyone other than my groom and I knew the significance of the timing yet. We’d decided to keep the news to ourselves until after we came home from our honeymoon.
Walking toward the door of the room I’d used to get ready, our secret was on my mind as I pressed my hand against my belly. It was the first moment I’d been alone all morning since the wedding planner had just come to get the bridesmaids so they could line up for the processional. Between my sister and all my female cousins, keeping the bridal party small had been impossible. Luckily, my dad had basically signed a blank check so I could get whatever I wanted for the wedding—after losing his mind over the fact that his baby girl was getting married.