I feel so much pressure buried deep, way more than when he licked me or fingered me. It’s the pressure of my womb, our desire for a family, of the sheer sight of his six-and-a-half-foot naked body, brimming with lust for me.
He’s my man.
We belong to each other.
“Oh, god,” I cry out, when he goes into overdrive, pounding into me relentlessly.
His eyes are glazed and feral, his lips twisted. I can tell the beast has fully taken over now, the beast who sprang into action at the restaurant to keep me safe. The beast who’ll always keep us safe.
“Your. Fucking. Pussy… Fuck, yes.”
“Is…it good? Is it good?” I moan, hardly able to force the words out.
“Fucking… come for me, Piper. Come.”
“Hmm-mm.”
I can’t force any words out as we rock together, my walls starting to feel like they're growing tighter.
A note of fear strikes me.
What if we can’t continue?
But then a feeling slams into me, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced, like the whole freaking universe is wrapping its arms around me.
His cock slams wetly into my hole, his tip hammering against the dam, the pressure growing and growing until I can’t take it anymore…
“You’re fucking squirting,” he growls, but I can’t even hear him.
All I can do is try and keep pace with his movements, but then even that becomes too much.
I collapse back on the bed, my hands dropping away from him, as he falls atop me. I bury my face against his chest, biting down on his muscles, tasting sweat and him.
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck.”
I cry wordlessly.
I want to tell him yes.
I want to tell him I love you.
But all I can do is scream.
Finally, the orgasm subsides, letting me become conscious enough to hear Pearce’s moans change, becoming strangled and frantic. He groans something in my ear, but his words are lost if there were any words, to begin with.
He drives into me one last time, roaring in my ear, as the last whispers of my orgasm shiver out of my body and his seed spills inside of me.
I climb into his arms when he falls to the side, any separation making me needy. Even if I know we’re destined to be together forever my old worries still gnaw at me, that he’s only going to stay with me long enough to have sex.
“Your heart is beating so fast,” I murmur, my cheek resting against his chest.
“You drive me crazy, that’s why.”
His hands slide through my hair.
“I can’t believe how good it felt. I mean, I can. But heck, I was worried about that?”
“Our bodies need each other. You have no idea how badly I needed to take you, still want to fuck you again.”
“I just hope you still want me if that feeling ever goes away.”
“Oh, I’ll want you,” he says passionately. “And sorry to break it to you, Piper. But this feeling is never going away.”
I kiss his sweaty chest, savoring the taste and the brightness of the moment. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere either.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Pearce
“Are you okay?” Piper asks.
I turn to find my woman looking up at me. The air has warmed lately, spring is on its way. Piper wears a dress that hugs her breasts and then falls down her body, giving me a teasing glimpse of the beauty beneath.
I try for a smile, though my heart hasn’t stopped pounding all morning. “I’m fine.”
“I hope Bones hasn’t gotten lost.”
Piper looks around the dog park, lifting her hand to shield her eyes.
It’s been three days since I took her for the first time. Since then, we’ve magnetized to each other every moment we can.
She’s become so much more confident since that first time, now she knows she’s not going to disappoint me… not that she ever was.
Last night, she pounced at me once Bones had gone to bed, grabbing my shoulders as she ground her panties against my cock, moving like she finally understood how sexy she is.
“Where is he?” Piper says, looking around.
There’s a small, wooded area up ahead, bordered on all sides by weeds and flowers and flourishing plant life. The park is empty except for us. I thought Piper might find that suspicious, but she hasn’t commented on it yet. It’s a weekday afternoon, so it’s not inconceivable we’d be the only ones here.
But I made sure. Just like I know where Bones is.
“Maybe he’s up there,” I say, gesturing to the trees, a lump in my throat.
She turns to me, her eyebrow raised, giving me a look that says, What aren’t you telling me? I just grin, shrugging, acting like it’s no big deal.
But it is a big deal. This is the most important thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I just hope she doesn’t think it’s cheesy.
What if she says no?
I can’t think like that. I can’t even entertain those ideas.