I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s like his cock is made of fire, the flames licking at every part of me as he keeps pumping through the tightening and pulsing of my hole.
He snarls and leans back, grabbing my ass, his hands opening and closing as though he’s trying to find purchase and can’t.
“There’s so fucking much,” he snarls. “Oh—fuck, fuck.”
“Come,” I whimper, my voice quiet despite my newfound confidence.
It’s one step too far, this demand, and even now – even after everything – part of me is worried he’s going to laugh.
“Say it again,” he snarls, spanking me lightly on the ass.
“Come, Forrest,” I moan, slightly louder now.
“Louder,” he demands, spanking me in time with another pulse of the orgasm, as though the spank caused it.
“Come in me,” I moan, letting fly with my shyness now.
He wants me.
He thinks I’m beautiful.
And that’s all that matters.
“Com in me, Forrest. Please, please, please—”
“Argh,” he roars, filling me with his seed.
I fall onto the bed as he holds himself up with his fists laid against the sheets, thrusting into me a couple more times before he collapses, his lips coming to rest against my cheek.
He rolls aside and I roll with him, desperate to be close to him.
I remember the bleachers and the way Zack’s grin spread sickeningly across his face. I remember the letters and how fake they were. I remember how foolish I felt.
“You still want me, right?” I murmur, laying my forearms on his chest and leaning up so I can look into his shimmering eyes.
“What?” he growls, propping himself up.
“Now that I’m no longer a virgin,” I murmur. “Do you still want me?”
“My sweet firecracker,” he rumbles, his husky voice trembling. “There’s nothing in this world that could stop me from wanting you. You need to accept that because I’m not going anywhere. After that, I want you more. Fucking hell, you were so goddamn sexy.”
“I just went with it,” I say, a blush firing up my cheeks.
“Well, keep going with it,” he smirks, smoothing sweaty strands of hair from my cheek and tucking them behind my ear.
“I love when you do that,” I murmur.
“I love when you do that,” he counters.
“What?” I whisper, moving against his hand, turning so that I can have more contact with his fire-hot palm.
“Turn your head like that, hungry to be close to me. It’s good to know we feel the same. You’re as hungry for me as I am for you.”
“Always,” I moan.
“Forever,” he growls. “And soon we’ll have a little Forrest or Fiona to share our lives with. I think very soon.”
“Oh, that confident, are you?” I giggle.
“Your body was sending me some pretty clear signals,” he smirks.
“I hope you’re right,” I tell him. “I know it’s crazy. I know it’s quick. But I want a life together, Forrest. I …”
I love you.
“I’m so glad we met.”
“So am I,” he growls. “More than you could ever know. But I’ll try to prove it to you. Every day for the rest of our lives.”
Chapter Sixteen
Forrest
I stand in the lobby, trying not to let nerves twist like roots in my gut. I’ve never felt like this before, not before any business meeting, any fight with my uncle, any argument. Nothing has ever caused this flare of uncertainty to spiral through me, aching and taunting.
I drop onto the cream couch and glance at myself in the mirror-wall, adjust my suit jacket so that the arms aren’t creased, and then sit back and try not to bite down or grind my teeth.
Last night was so damn magical, the way Fiona opened up for me, the way she set aside her shyness and bounced and moaned and became mine.
Afterward, when she lay in my arms, the certainty that I’d just put a baby inside of her swelled up inside of me with a deafening roar, impossible to ignore.
I smoothed my hand down her belly, holding it there, certain I could feel the life burning awake inside of her.
I run a hand through my hair, forcibly stopping myself from grinding my teeth from side to side like a goddamn machine.
This is the most important day of my life.
This is the day everything I’ve ever done, all the money I’ve ever made, has led to.
I never had a reason for accumulating all this wealth before. It was just a game, a game of domination and prowess, hunting through the business world like a big cat through the jungle.
But now, when I think of my business, I don’t frame it in those terms.
I imagine my son or daughter sitting in a boardroom with me, in the corner with their big happy smile filling my heart with the sort of joy I never dreamed a man like me could experience. I imagine them skipping around my office, making a mess, becoming the lovable terror of the workplace.