Chapter 86 #3
It’s bliss, it’s perfection, the bite of pain making the pleasure that much sweeter. Somehow, I peel my shirt up and off because I don’t want clothes now. I want to be naked and every inch of my body owned by him.
I lift my head and look over my shoulder at him when he throws back his head and bugles, slamming into me before falling still with him holding my ass tightly pressed against him.
I feel him coming, that gorgeously massive cock pulsing inside me, but I want—need—more.
I need everything from him. It’s not enough; nothing’s enough.
He’s still inside me and yet I feel empty.
But he’s not done. He’s still hard. He pulls out just long enough to flip me onto my back, shove my legs up, and drives into me again. My legs, shoes and all, are draped over his shoulders.
“Then I won’t stop,” he rumbles. “I’m going to rut you until I can’t get it up.
If you haven’t caught by that point, I’ll carry you to the house, tie you up just like this in bed, and keep fucking you until you catch.
” He reaches down and tugs on my nipples, making me cry out as another orgasm shudders through me and adds to the mess smeared all over my stomach.
He unbuttons the top couple of buttons of his work shirt and yanks it and his undershirt off and tosses them aside. “Look at you, all slutty and needy for me. This is where you’re happiest, isn’t it? Curled up under me? Impaled on my cock? You’re my perfect little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I gasp. He knows me, the darkest, dirtiest me, and he loves me because of it, not in spite of it. I relinquish the last grasp of sanity clinging for a hold in my brain. “Please breed me!”
A slow, evil smile curls his handsome lips.
“Baby, I won’t stop fucking you until you catch, or your heat ends.
No one else is getting their hands on you or their dicks inside you until after that.
You belong to me.” He splays one hand on my abs again.
“And this belongs to me, and I’m not sharing you.
I enjoy watching you have fun playing with others, but breeding?
That’s alll me, baby, and only me. The only cock you’re getting for now is mine, my sweet little slutty pup.
I’ll rip the cock off any guy who tries to touch you. ”
He falls on me again, biting the hollow of my throat and nipping a trail down my sternum. I’m a rag doll in his arms, helpless and unable to move the way I’m pretzeled under him.
Not that I want to move. Not unless it’s to work his cock even deeper inside me.
His lips close over mine as he starts moving again. I feel the rasp of denim and the zipper catches my ass cheeks, but I don’t fucking care.
He’s fucking me.
He’s owning me.
Breeding me.
He will never let me go. In this moment, if he wants to breed me every heat and have a dozen pups for him, I’ll happily do it and beg for more.
He chuckles and lifts his lips. “Not a dozen, baby. I’ll happily breed your sweet body every time you come into heat if that’s what you want.
But no way I’m risking another man’s baby inside you.
And when you’re not in heat, I’ll happily watch you impaled by cock at both ends and coming into the milker.
There’s nothing hotter than watching you lose your mind like that. ”
I wordlessly moan as the orgasm takes me, squeezing his cock tightly, milking another from him.
He laughs as I feel his juices fill me, my body eagerly soaking him up.
“That’s what you’re made for, mate. You were perfectly made for me, to beg me for breeding, to come undone for me.
” He grinds his cock inside me, hard and hot, and he pauses only to yank my shoes and socks off.
“There, baby. Better?” He leans in and bites my neck, sucking hard.
“My sweet, naked, horny pup ready for more, hmm?”
I beg. I shamelessly plead for more, for everything, time disappearing and the world ceasing to exist outside of him and his eyes and his cock and the sound of him grunting, rutting me, owning me, and the pleasure he’s wringing from my body. Both of which—my body and my pleasure—belong only to him.
And that’s the way I want it.
The next thing I know, I’m curled up against him in the hot tub. His eyes are closed, but his arms protectively encircle me, caging me, pressing me to his chest.
And it’s dark. From the feel of it, maybe the middle of the night.
He cracks open an eye and smiles. “There he is.” He nuzzles my nose. “Better?”
I stretch my neck, noting my sore and scraped knees, and—
I gasp, and his eyebrows playfully arch in a question.
The slow, sexy smile filling his face twists my soul even tighter around his. No words, he leans in for a slow, sweet kiss, one hand resting on my stomach, a quiet answer.
Squirming around, I straddle him, draping my arms around his neck so I can properly kiss him. His hands settle on my ass cheeks, kneading them. When his cock stiffens between us, I wiggle and impale myself, slowly sinking onto it and drawing a deep groan from him as he squeezes my ass.
He nibbles the side of my neck. “Baby, you drained me dry. I don’t think I have another one in me.”
“I want another one,” I say, flexing my ass around him, wondering if I can milk one out of myself like this.
He takes over, his fingers digging in as he forces me to round my back to keep him inside me and—
“There you are,” he says with a smile as I gasp. “Try that angle.” He kisses me, sucking on my tongue and nipping my lips as I try, close, soooo close, but not quite there.
He lifts me off him, making me whine. “Shh, baby. We’re not done.” He turns me sideways on his lap and, while cradling me against his chest with his left arm, he spreads my thighs with his right hand and works two, then three fingers inside me.
I see stars all around us. “Ah!”
“That’s it, isn’t it?” he teases, his fingers slowly stroking gentle circles around my sweet spot.
“Relax and enjoy it, baby,” he whispers, “because you’ve more than earned it.
He captures my lips again and quickly coaxes the first one out of me.
The second and third are sweet torture as he takes his time, building me up, edging me, making me beg just for him to stop.
And he keeps his fingers buried inside me, still, even as I try to squeeze them.
He nuzzles my nose. The fourth orgasm is the one that completely satiates me and leaves me limp. I curl up against his chest, tucked in the security of his arms.
“So that’s what a heat feels like,” I mumble even as the last echoes of pleasure ripple through me.
He laughs, deep and rumbling. “Yep. I’m sorry I didn’t recognize it sooner or I would have cleared the day and we’d be sound asleep in bed by now.”
“I didn’t start feeling weird until after you’d already left this morning.” I rub my face against his pec, his coarse hair sweetly rough against my cheek. “I guess I should’ve realized it, but it wasn’t on my radar.”
“And now you know. But it’ll be at least a year before you have to worry about it again. Do you even remember when it took?”
When I look he’s smiling, very damned satisfied with himself and his heart near bursting with love and pride, all of it because of me.
“Sort of. Something about looking up at you, saying ‘Oh, thank the Goddess, that one finally did it,’ and kinda splooting on the ground.”
He laughs. “That’s exactly what happened. About thirty minutes ago. Took me a few minutes to catch my breath and find all our clothes. You snored most of the way back while I carried you. We’d only been in here about five minutes when you woke up.”
“Promise me something?”
“Anything, baby.”
“Buy me earplugs before we break the news to your mom, please?”
He snorts, tightly hugging me. “We’re not telling her for at least a week. I want to savor everything this time.” He meets my gaze again. “And I think when we do start telling people, it’ll be your mom we tell first.”
“Why?”
He lifts an eyebrow.
It hits me. “Oh. Because she wasn’t here the first time.”
I call Mom three days later, after returning from Dr. Williams’ office, where she confirms yes, I’m pregnant. I’m nervous despite understanding I have no reason to be. That’s why it surprises me when it’s not Mom who answers her phone, but a man.
“Hello? Who’s this? Where’s my mom?”
“Just a moment, Mal.” I feel like I should know his voice, especially since he apparently knows me. I hear him walk with the phone, then in the background, “Love, it’s Mal.”
Love?
“Thanks, Morn,” I hear her say. That’s when I realize it’s Morning Caldwell she’s with. She comes to the phone. “Mal? Everything okay, sweetie?”
I’m… stunned into silence.
“Mal?”
“M-Mom? Did I, uh, interrupt something?”
She dodges the question. “Did you need something, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, I need an answer to my question.”
She softly grumbles. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered, Malcom Ryan Shilling.”
Oops. She used three names—my married name, I’m happy to hear—meaning she isn’t fooling around. “Fair point. Well, I’m calling to tell you first. Please don’t tell anyone. I mean, ask him not to tell anyone—”
“Just say it, Mal.”
“I’m pregnant,” I say, then have to look at my phone because she doesn’t reply. “Mom?”
Then she sniffles. “You’re…you’re pregnant?”
“Yeah. Todd’s going to call Iris next, but we wanted you to hear it first this time.”
More sniffles. “When did it happen?”
“My first natural mating heat hit three days ago.” I meet Todd’s gaze. “We decided to let nature take its course. It took, all right.”
His darkly evil, sexy smile tells yep, there will be a lot of babies in my future.
Yay!
I have to adjust my cock again.
Meanwhile, Mom starts crying. “That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” She turns from the phone. “Another grandbaby!” she says, obviously to Morning.
“Tell them congratulations from me,” he says in the background.
“I heard him,” I say. “I’m sure you’ll hear Iris get the call in about ten minutes. Just follow the happy screaming.”
“Oh, I’m not at the compound.”
“Um, oh.”
“Morning said I needed a full reset and is treating us to a vacation. We’re down at a beach resort south of Sarasota. We’ll be back next Sunday evening.”
Todd scowls, watching me. “Well, have fun,” I say, even as something pecks at my curiosity.
Then again, I really don’t want to know anything about Mom’s private life, as long as she’s happy with it.
“I am having a lot of fun,” she says. “For the first time since I can remember. I’ll see you when we get back, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Love you, and love to Todd and Kylen.”
“Love you, too, Mom.” I end the call.
Furrows shadow Todd’s brow. “Mal?”
I swallow hard and meet his gaze. “Uh, she’s down at a beach resort and will be back next Sunday.”
“Beach resort?”
“Not alone.”
“Who’s she with?”
I blink. “Morning Caldwell.”
He whistles. “Holy shit! Good for her.”
“Swear jar.”
He smiles. “New baby news exception.”
I laugh, but I’m still…stunned. “I-I don’t know how to feel about this.”
Todd laughs. “I have a feeling she’s not looking to get married, and he probably isn’t either. Good for her playing the field.”
“That’s my mom!”
He takes the phone from me and kisses me. “Says the guy who gets hot and horny over me talking about breeding him.”
Zing.
He grins. “See?”
“Not fair,” I mutter, shifting my sudden erection in my shorts so it’s not pinching.
He calls Iris and makes the smart move to put it in speaker mode first, allowing us time to ease back when she happily shrieks.
“ANOTHER GRANDBABY? WHEN?!”
When we get off the phone with her a few minutes later, I’m snickering. “Do you think she’ll keep shrieking like that for the fifth or sixth birth announcements?”
He pulls me into his arms. “I don’t know. Might take several more beyond that. I guess we’ll find out as ‘nature takes its course’, won’t we?” He nuzzles my ear. “Because we both know you’ll want me to breed you, over and over, and we’ll end up with several more pups than that.”
I pleasantly shiver in his arms. Yeah, we certainly will.
Hot damn!
The End