Chapter Five #2
A whimper escapes my lips, but it’s not a whimper of fear.
The thought of carrying his baby, of having a part of him growing inside me, sends a wave of aching desire through me so strong it makes me dizzy.
It’s a thought I shouldn’t be having, a want that goes against everything I’ve been taught.
None of this should be happening until I’m married.
That’s what Dad always taught me. But I can’t help it.
I want it. I want him. I want everything he has to give me.
I spread my legs wider and look up at him, my eyes wide as I try to convey to him how badly I need this. “I don’t care,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t care if I get pregnant.”
An animalistic growl rises from his chest, and his eyes flash with a possessive fire.
He gets back on top of me, caging me in with his big body, and I’ve never felt so small, so helpless, or so safe.
“Does it make your sweet little pussy wet, babygirl?” he rasps against my lips, his breath hot and heavy.
“Thinking about carrying my baby? About being mine forever?”
I can’t help the blush that heats my cheeks, but I nod, my gaze locked with his. “Yes,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “It does.”
He groans, and the sound is so full of desire that it sends a shiver of anticipation through me.
“Then I’m going to knock you up tonight, Grace,” he vows, and his words make my inner walls clench with need.
“I’m going to fill this fertile virgin cunt with my cum until it takes, and then you’re going to be mine. ”
He tries to go slow. I can feel the restraint in his movements, the way he’s holding himself back as he positions himself at my entrance. He wants to be gentle with me, but I can see the fight he’s having with himself in the tense set of his jaw and the dark hunger in his eyes.
He pushes into me slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and the burn is sharp and intense. A small cry escapes my lips, and he stills, giving me a moment to adjust.
“Are you okay, babygirl?” he asks, his voice rough with concern.
I nod, my breath coming in ragged pants. “It... it’s okay,” I manage to say. “Don’t stop. I want this. I need it.”
With a low growl, he pushes the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt inside me in one deep thrust. I cry out as he breaks through my barrier, the pain sharp and fleeting, quickly replaced by a full, stretching ache that feels so right.
He rests his forehead against mine, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Fuck, Grace,” he groans. “You’re so tight. So perfect. Your little pussy was made for me.”
He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, but the need, the hunger, is too strong.
His control snaps, and he starts to move faster, harder.
I love the feel of him pounding into me, the way he claims me with every thrust. I cling to him, my nails digging into his broad shoulders, and I beg him for more.
“Please, Brennan,” I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. “More. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
He responds with a possessive growl, and his thrusts become more powerful, more urgent.
I feel so small and helpless beneath him, pinned to the bed by his big body, but I’ve never felt so safe in my entire life.
This is what I’ve been missing, what I’ve been craving without even knowing it.
This feeling of being completely possessed, of being completely his.
He’s not just taking my virginity; he’s claiming my soul, and I want him to. I want to be his in every way possible.
He brings one hand up to my breast, squeezing it until milk sprays against his chest. “You’re mine, Grace,” he growls, his dark eyes burning into mine.
“This sweet milk is mine, this tight little pussy is mine, and soon, this beautiful body will be swollen with my baby. You’re going to be mine forever. ”
His words are raw and possessive, and they send a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my core. I can feel another orgasm building, a deep, powerful wave that threatens to pull me under. My hips rise to meet his thrusts, my body instinctively chasing the release he’s promising.
“Brennan,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I... I’m...”
“I know, babygirl,” he grunts, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. “Come for me. Let me feel this tight little cunt come all over my cock.”
His words are all it takes to push me over the edge. I shatter around him, my inner walls clamping down on him as a blinding, intense orgasm rips through me. I cry out his name, my body trembling with the force of my release.
“That’s it, Grace,” he growls, and then he’s burying himself deep inside me one last time, his body tensing as he finds his own release.
I can feel the hot, pulsing jets of his seed filling me, and the thought of him claiming me, of potentially starting a new life inside me, sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through my veins.
He collapses on top of me, his big body crushing me in the most wonderful way.
We’re both breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat, and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest, beating in rhythm with mine.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close, wanting to keep him inside me for as long as possible.
After a few moments, he rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him, my head resting on his chest. His arm is wrapped securely around my waist, holding me in place. I can still feel him inside me, and I can’t help but clench my inner muscles, drawing a low groan from him.
“I’m not going back on the road tomorrow,” he says, his lips brushing against the top of my head.
I lift my head to look at him, my heart swelling with happiness. “You’re not?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “I can’t bear the thought of being separated from you for even a day. I’m going to quit my job tomorrow.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “But... what will you do? You need a job, Brennan.”
He smiles and shrugs his big shoulders. “I’ve got a lot of savings, babygirl.
From my time in the Marines, and from being a trucker.
I’ve been living in this truck for years, so it’s been easy to keep most of my earnings in the bank.
I’ve got enough to support us both easily until I find a new job.
And I’ll find one that won’t keep me away from you for long periods of time.
A job that will let me come home to you every night. ”
“You’d do that for me?” I whisper, my voice choked with emotion.
“Of course,” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “You’re my entire world now, Grace. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
I bury my face in his chest, feeling happy tears slide down my cheeks. I’m so overwhelmed with happiness that I don’t know what to say, so I just hold him tighter, my body molded to his.
“Get some sleep, babygirl,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my hair. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I will be every morning from now on.”
I close my eyes and let the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body lull me to sleep, happy in the knowledge that I’ll get to fall asleep in his arms for many nights to come.