Chapter 28 #2
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding her down on my cock as I explode inside her. Pulse after pulse of hot cum shoots deep into her womb, exactly where it fucking belongs. I keep grinding up into her, making sure every drop stays where it needs to be.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice barely recognizable. “Taking it so fucking good, princess.”
She collapses against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, keeping her close as aftershocks ripple through her body. My cock is still buried inside her, and there it will stay all fucking night as I make good on my promise.
I hold her there for a long moment, unwilling to break the connection between us. Her skin is flushed, a thin sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light. She nuzzles against my neck, her breath hot against my skin.
“You know,” she whispers into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing my pulse point, “it takes a while after getting off birth control for it to work out of my system. Could be a couple of months before it's even possible for me to get pregnant.”
I tighten my grip on her, one hand sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair. “I don't fucking care, baby,” I growl, tugging gently to make her look at me. “I'm gonna fuck you and love you every night if you want, and when you get pregnant is exactly when it's supposed to happen.”
Her eyes soften, but there's still that mischievous glint that drives me wild. I pull her closer, my cock still buried inside her, still semi-hard and getting harder by the second.
“But before you have my baby,” I continue, my voice rough with possession, “you're taking my last goddamn name.”
She laughs, the vibration of it traveling through her body and straight to my cock. The sound makes my heart clench and my dick throb at the same time. Fuck, I love this woman.
“Is that a proposal, Kingston?” she teases, rolling her hips slightly.
I glance at the clock on the wall behind her.
“No, it’s a goddamn demand. It's fifteen minutes until the ball drops,” I say, smirking as I grip her ass and stand up with her still wrapped around me.
“Looks like we got a race against time for me to make you cum again before that so you can pull more of me up into you.”
She gasps as I carry her toward the bedroom, her legs tightening around my waist. “Always so fucking competitive.”
“Only when it matters,” I tell her, kicking the bedroom door open. “And nothing matters more than this.”
I toss her onto the bed, watching as she bounces on the mattress, those perfect tits jiggling with the movement. She's still wearing the torn leggings, the ripped fabric framing her pussy where my cum is already starting to leak out.
“Don't move,” I command, grabbing her ankles when she tries to close her legs. “I want to see it. My cum dripping out of you.”
Her cheeks flush darker, but she doesn't resist when I spread her legs wider. “You're so dirty.”
“Only for you.” I kneel between her thighs, my thumbs spreading her pussy lips to see the evidence of my release. “Fuck, that's beautiful.”
Before she can respond, I lower my head and lick, tasting her arousal and my cum. She arches off the bed with a shocked cry.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her pussy, sliding my tongue deep inside her to gather more of our combined taste. “Better when you're filled with me.”
She whimpers, her thighs trembling as I work my tongue in and out of her entrance, lapping up every drop. I could spend hours like this, face buried between her legs, worshipping her with my mouth.
“Beck, oh my god,” she gasps when I circle her clit with my tongue.
I pull back just enough to look up at her, my chin slick with her juices. “I'm going to clean you up just to fill you up again.”
Her eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desire as she watches me. I maintain eye contact as I dive back in. She's so fucking wet, the combination of her arousal and my cum making it easy to push deep.
“Look at you,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “So perfect. Every fucking inch of you.”
She grabs a fistful of my hair, grinding her pussy against my face as I alternate between sucking and flicking my tongue. The taste of her is addictive—sweet and tangy and mine.
“Your breasts,” I growl, using my free hand to pinch and roll one of her nipples. “Gonna look so fucking gorgeous swollen with milk.”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers at my words, her breathing becoming more erratic.
“You're gonna make such pretty babies,” I continue, pressing harder against that spot inside her. “Hope we have a little girl that looks just like her mama.”
“Beck,” she moans, her hips bucking against my face.
“Those big brown eyes,” I murmur, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs. “That smile that drives me fucking crazy.”
I increase the pressure, circling with my tongue while my fingers pump in and out of her slick heat.
“I want to see you round with my child,” I confess, the words pouring out of me like a prayer. “Watching your belly grow, knowing I put that baby inside you.”
Her walls flutter around my fingers, telling me she's close. I double my efforts, sucking her clit harder while curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot.
“Fuck, I'm coming,” she cries out, her thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm crashes through her.
I don't let up, working her through it, drinking down every drop of her release. Her body shakes beneath me, her chest heaving with each cute little gasp.
When she's finally stopped trembling, I crawl up her body, my cock harder than steel. The fucking ball could drop a hundred times right now and I wouldn't give a shit. All that matters is being inside her again.
“Look at me,” I demand, positioning myself at her entrance.
Her eyes lock with mine, still glazed from her orgasm. I push inside her watching her mouth fall open in a silent gasp.
“This is where I belong,” I growl, grinding deep. “Inside you. Filling you up. Making you mine over and over until it takes.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Always yours,” she agrees, her voice wrecked.
I pound into her with everything I have. The headboard slams against the wall, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck if the neighbors hear. Let them know she's mine.
“Te quiero dentro de mí,” she whispers.
The Spanish rolls off her tongue like honey, and it fucking destroys me.
“Say that again,” I growl, wrapping my hand around her throat, just enough pressure to make her eyes widen.
“Lléname,” she gasps, her pussy clenching around me. “Dame un bebé.”
I don't speak much Spanish, but I know exactly what she's asking for. My control shatters completely. I release her throat to grab her legs, pushing them up until her knees are nearly at her shoulders, folding her in half beneath me.
“This what you want?” I snarl, driving into her at a new angle that has her eyes rolling back.
“Yes!” she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets. “God, yes!”
I'm relentless, pounding into her with a single-minded focus. Her tits bounce with each thrust, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. I slide my hand between us.
“You're going to be such a beautiful mama,” I pant, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Everyone will know you're mine.”
“Sólo tuya,” she moans, her eyes locked on mine. “Only yours, Beck.”
“That's right. Mine.” The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. “My wife. The mother of my children. Fucking mine.”
Her walls flutter around me, signaling she's close again.
“Come for me,” I command. “Want to feel you squeeze every drop out of me.”
She throws her head back, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she comes around my cock. The sight of her—completely fucking wrecked beneath me—pushes me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt, my release hitting me like a fucking freight train.
“Fuck, Hennessy,” I groan, emptying myself inside her. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so fucking much.”
I collapse on top of her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms. We're both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. I press my forehead against hers, our breath mingling in the small space between us.
“I love you too,” she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on my back.
I roll to the side, taking her with me so we're facing each other. My cock slips out of her, and I immediately miss the connection.
In the distance, I hear the countdown starting on the TV we left on. Ten, nine, eight...
“New year,” I mutter against her lips. “New beginning.”
“With you,” she whispers back, her eyes shining with something that makes my chest ache. “Always with you.”
“You’re mine now, Hennessy Kingston. And I swear on everything I am that by next New Year’s, you’ll have my ring on your finger, my baby in your belly, and my last name on every fucking form.”