Chapter 15 Knight #2
“I’m exhausted,” Doll whines after I start the engine and pull away from the curb. “I can’t believe just having a couple of months off has left me so out of shape.”
“We can have an early night. What time is your first client tomorrow?”
“Eleven a.m., then I have a full day until about seven thirty tomorrow night,” she says, flashing me an apprehensive look.
“I’ll make arrangements for dinner too then,” I advise her, wondering how I can convince her not to book clients after 1700 hours from now on.
“Things will settle down soon. I just have a backlog of appointments,” she says, but I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince me or herself.
She’s quiet when we get home, snuggling into the corner of the couch with her sketchbook and pens while I make us dinner. After we’ve eaten the chicken and veg noodles, she washes the dishes, then cleans the kitchen before sitting back down and pulling her sketch pad back into her lap.
“This is for one of your clients tomorrow?” I ask, peering over at the ornate snake she’s drawing.
“Yeah. I’ve already done a few pieces on this guy, but this is for the back of his calf. Have you ever considered getting any tattoos?” she asks, dropping the pad to her lap so she can twist around to face me.
“No,” I answer honestly.
“I assumed whoever I ended up with would be covered in tats, but I like how perfect your body is. It’d be a shame to hide all those muscles beneath any ink.”
“You said you wanted to have a baby,” I blurt, unable to hold the words in any longer. My dick swells at the memory of her saying it to me earlier, but I don’t bother to hide it. I want her to know how much the idea of breeding her turns me on.
“I did,” she tentatively admits. “But—”
“I can’t wait to watch you grow our child. You’re already perfect, but seeing you with our baby…it’s going to be everything.”
Sighing, her shoulders sag a little. “Having a baby right now is crazy,” she whispers.
“You like it when I fill your cunt with my cum. Now that we’re trying for a baby, I’m going to keep you full of me.”
“But you like to watch it drip out of me,” she purrs seductively.
“I’ll love knowing that we’re making a baby even more. Once you’re pregnant, I’ll have months to watch my cum drip out of you, but for now, we need to keep it all inside of you.”
Her eyes flash, heating with a need that echoes my own.
“Come here, wife,” I say, taking the pad from her lap before I lift her up and position her on top of me.
“From now on, I think we should instigate a no underwear in the house rule.”
“What about when we have guests?” She giggles.
“Why would we have guests?” I question seriously.
Reaching beneath her skirt, I find her hot pussy and cup it, rubbing at her clit through the fabric of her panties.
“Oh god, Knight, I need you to fuck me,” she begs.
Lifting her up, I try to pull her panties down, then realize it’s going to be impossible to get them off her legs without ripping them.
Grabbing her by the hips, I place her on her feet between my legs and peel her panties off, leaving her to step out of them while I unfasten my belt and push my jeans and boxers down, letting my rock-hard cock bounce free.
“Jesus. Are we really doing this? I think my birth control jab is due soon, so in a couple of weeks, I could get pregnant. This is insane,” she blurts.
Spreading my legs wider, I lift her up, then place her on my lap, straddling my thighs, her skirt covering her and hiding everything from my view.
“Lift your skirt up,” I demand, reaching between us and fisting my dick, guiding it to her entrance the moment she bunches her skirt at her waist.
My stomach clenches as the head of my dick breaches her body and is slowly sucked deeper into the heat and warmth of her cunt. Being inside her feels incredible, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Instead of slowly sinking down, she slams herself onto my lap, impaling herself on my dick until her ass is pressing against my thighs. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp as I reposition myself, pulling her toward me, allowing me to sink an inch deeper.
“Oh fuck,” she silently mouths, keeping her skirt bunched in one hand, while she curls the other around my neck.
“Perfect,” I tell her, grabbing her hips in my hands and helping her bounce up and down my cock.
Every time her ass lands on my lap, she moans, and I feel my own eyes trying to roll back into my head because the pleasure is so intense.
It takes all my self-control not to pump my cum into her cunt, but I want this to last. I want to stay inside her for as long as possible, and that means stopping myself from coming, at least for now.
We’re both still dressed, apart from where our bodies are joined, but I wish she were naked. I wish I could see her perfect breasts and hard nipples. I wish I could trace her tattoos with my tongue and taste the tiny stars that are dotted across her collarbones.
I’m obsessed with everything about my wife, and even if I didn’t know we were created solely for each other, I’d still want her.
I’d still crave and desire her. But I don’t have to covet her, because she’s mine.
She wears my ring and claims my name. Soon she’ll be filled with my baby, and I can’t wait.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips, tasting her gasping breath on my tongue, and taking it into myself, wanting more.
“I love your mind, your body, your soul, and the baby I’m going to put into you.
I love you, wife,” I growl into our kiss, imbuing each touch of our lips with a promise and an oath. “I’m yours, Octavia. All yours.”
“Mine,” she whimpers back seconds before her body splinters, and she cries out, her cunt clamping down on my dick as she vibrates, her muscles gripping and releasing over and over with her release.
Her orgasm triggers mine. My dick is already so hard that when she tightens her channel, gripping me like her body is demanding I breed her, I can’t hold it back any longer. My balls draw up and I come, feeling my release bursting from my dick to flood her womb and claim it as my own.
Instead of lifting her up so I can watch my cum drip out of her, I wrap my arms around her and roll us so she’s beneath me. Lying across the couch, I hold her with my dick still inside of her, keeping my weight braced on my elbows so I don’t crush her.
“Legs around my waist,” I order, lifting her ass off the cushions and positioning her with her pelvis tilted to give my cum the best chance of finding an egg.
I don’t know where in her cycle she is, but birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective, and if there’s even a slim chance that she could get pregnant right now, I want to exploit that.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle, her cheeks flushed.
“Keeping my cum inside you and giving it a direction to head in.”
“You’re ridiculous. You can’t get me pregnant right now.”
“When was your last period?”
“Knight, you can’t ask me that?” she gasps.
“I want to know everything about you.”
“Yeah, well, some things are private.”
“Not between us,” I inform her casually.
“So…what? You expect me to tell you how heavy I am each day?” she asks, rolling her eyes at me.
“I’m sure I’ll be aware of that,” I tell her.
“How exactly will you be aware of how heavy my periods are?” she shrieks.
“Because I bathe you each morning, and I’ll be helping.”
“How the fuck do you intend to help me?”
“Do you use tampons?” I question.
“Are you seriously offering to put my tampons in for me?” she yells, her eyes wide.
“Yes.”
“Oh my god. No, Knight. Absolutely not. I am off limits when I’m on my period. I’m cranky, and I get horrible PMS. The best thing you can do is just stay away from me for a week a month.”
“No.”
“No?” she repeats.
“No, I will not be staying away from you. I did a little research, and I believe that orgasms provide relief from cramps and other hormonal imbalances. While I’m more than happy to continue our normal sexual encounters during your period, if you’d prefer, I can just use my fingers.”
Blinking, she stares up at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
“I’m sorry…what? Did you seriously just offer to finger bang me while I’m on my period?”
“Yes. One study outlined that a schedule of manual stimulation several times a day almost entirely relieved any period-related pain.”
“So while I’m on my period, you want to schedule time to finger fuck me until I come?”
“Yes.”
A dry laugh falls from her lips as she blinks up at me. “I mean, why not just schedule that in anyway? You already have your workouts booked into your daily routine. Maybe we should add Octy’s daily orgasms in there too?”
“I’ll adjust accordingly. We haven’t done much manual stimulation, but I’m happy to. Perhaps during your bath, then before lunch and around dinner times?” I suggest.
“I honestly have no clue if you’re fucking with me right now,” she says, her lips pursed into a line.
“When was your last period, Doll?” I ask again.
“You really want to know?” she asks with a cringe.
“Yes.”
“Err, it was, I guess…I don’t know. A while ago. Stress makes them go haywire.”
“When was your last birth control injection?”
“How do you know I get the injection?” she questions, her brows drawing together.
“I saw the reminder in your calendar.”
A spark of anger burns, then fizzles just as quickly in her expression. “It’s kind of messed up that you went through my phone, but I don’t seem to be able to find enough anger to be mad at you,” she confesses.
“I didn’t go through your phone. I only looked at your calendar. But you’re welcome to look at anything on my cell. I have nothing to hide. My life is your life.”
“God, why are you so perfect?” she says breathily.
“I’ll book us an appointment with a doctor. They can advise us if we need to do anything to prepare to conceive.”
“I don’t need to see a doctor, Knight. We just have to keep fucking until it takes. I can’t believe I’ve agreed to try for a kid.”
“Practice does make perfect,” I agree, keeping her hips arched upward as I start to fuck her again.