“Oh god,” she gasps but doesn’t tell me to stop or to slow down.
“You’re doing so good,” I soothe, keeping my hand on her belly as my cock goes deeper.
When I feel my balls press against her wet pussy lips, I’m as far as I can go. Her tight pussy squeezes the base of my cock and I can feel spurts of cum already spreading inside her.
“I’ll always give you whatever you want, Genevieve.”
I kiss her shoulder as I slide out, just an inch, and sink back in. I don’t want to be out of her, even to thrust back in. So instead of long strokes, I keep them shallow. My fingers trail to her pussy and play with her clit as I hold myself deep.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” I whisper as her body tenses. “As soon as you cum and make your cervix nice and soft for me, I’m going to breed you.”
She gasps before she cries out, her body unable to fight the powerful wave any longer. My fingers on her clit, my thick cock deep inside her, there’s no escape.
She nearly collapses on the bed with the weight of her orgasm, but I hold her hips up as I thrust deeper and then release. Waves of cum pulse from my cock as I empty all that I have inside her. I roar like a lion as I stake my claim on her body and mark her in every primal way possible.
I’m gasping for air and I manage to fall on my side but move her with me as I go. I leave my cock buried deep inside her, trying to remember how to breathe.
I wrap my arms and legs around her, not taking the chance that she might pull away and needing her as close as possible.
“That’s what happens,” I whisper as I kiss her shoulder.
“What?”
“When I lose control.”
She looks back at me and she smiles as she bites her lip. “I like it.”
“Be careful, lady. You’re only feeding the beast.”
I thrust into her again, thinking this is going to be a long night.
Chapter 15
Genevieve
A loud bang startles me awake, and I sit up in bed. I look at the empty space next to me and hear Barrett shout, “Keep it down,” from outside my bedroom.
I fall back on the bed and roll over, burying my face in the pillow and inhaling his scent. I don’t want to get up and I wish he was still in bed with me.
Last night was perfect. My heart flutters when I think about all the things he said. He went from sweet and soft to a barbarian in an instant. I don’t know which I enjoyed more, but luckily, I don’t have to pick between the two.
The things he said about getting me pregnant were so dirty but turned me on. My hand goes to my stomach to rest there. Maybe that was just dirty talk… But we didn’t do anything to prevent it, so it must have been for real. I debate if I should ask my sister about it, but she’ll get overly excited and start making baby registries for us.
Barrett implied he was a virgin, so I don’t think I have to worry about catching something. Still, having a baby with someone I’m not even technically dating is freaking crazy. But when I really think about it, what’s the worst that could happen? I get pregnant and the two of us don’t work out? We can co-parent. I don’t think he’d be a bad person to have to do that with, because everyone has said he is a good man to the core.
The thought of not being together hurts because even with the short amount of time we’ve been together, this feels right.
It’s so dark in my room and I roll over and look up at the skylight, but it’s gone. I glance over at the clock on the bedside table and see it’s a little after ten. I’m shocked I slept so late. Last night with the stars above me was so perfect. Everything we shared was beyond my wildest dreams, but was it all a dream?
When I hear another loud bang, I sit up again wondering what’s going on. Barrett yells at someone and then a second later the bedroom door opens. I yank the sheet tight around me and he comes in and closes the door behind him.
I stare at him and I swear he gets hotter every time I look at him. No way was he a virgin before last night. That math doesn’t add up.
He smiles at me as he comes over to the bed. “What are you thinking about?”
“Where did the skylight go?” I ask, too embarrassed to tell him what’s really going on in my mind.
“Alexa, open skylight.” I look up and watch a screen that blends in perfectly with the ceiling retract.