Chapter 38
MAREN
I’ve never felt more powerful than I do sucking Knox’s cock.
He was hard before I even started, but with every ministration, I could feel him pulse and hear him grunt or gasp.
“You didn’t need to stop,” I say.
Knox strokes the underside of my jaw, before he bends to remove his boots and the rest of his clothes. “Yeah, I did. Because when I come, it’s going to be inside you. Did you get your results today?”
“I did. They were all fine.”
Knox grabs his phone and shows me his. “So were mine. You want a condom or no? Your call, sweetheart.”
It feels a little like Russian Roulette. But the idea I could get pregnant makes something inside me expand. I can’t describe it. It’s not just the idea that Knox and I could end up with a child. It’s the arousal that comes with knowing that this sexual act could make one.
I can feel myself getting slick at the idea.
“Think I could guess from the look on your face, but I’m gonna need to hear the words,” Knox says.
I shake my head. “No, we don’t need to use one.”
Knox grins as he lifts me to my feet before removing the rest of my clothes.
“Knox?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
“I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to feel a man come inside me with the intention of getting me pregnant.”
Knox goes slack jawed, for a second, then kisses me. Not gently but punishing.
I guess something about my words and not needing protection does something for him too, because it feels like seconds before we’re both naked, lying on top of his bedding, in the soft dappled sunshine making it through the window.
Knox climbs over me and kisses me again, slower and deeper this time. His hand braces next to my head, as I lose myself in the feel of his kiss. The way he gives as much as he takes.
Time stretches and blurs, becoming elastic, and I stroke his back as we enjoy one another. His hard cock nudges at my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. Yet.
“Can taste myself on your lips,” he says. “It’s fucking hot.”
“Next time, let yourself come and you can taste that too.”
He smiles at that. “You know what a cum snowball is?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“You keep my cum in your mouth, then spit it into mine.”
“That sounds ridiculously hot.”
Knox grins. “Imagine if I knocked you up like that.”
He kisses me again, but it’s different this time. It’s deeper and darker and rougher around the edges. Like it’s hard for him to keep control.
I feel it in the way his hands stroke me, in the way he squeezes me.
And it’s a new sensation to feel this craved. This desired. Wanted this badly.
I could never leave this man, because I can’t imagine settling for a life of sex that was fine ever again.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, and the word catches me off guard.
He dips his hand between us, and lines up his cock against my entrance. “You’ve no idea what it does to me, knowing we could make a baby right now.”
My pussy clenches at his words.
“Do it, Knox.”
Knox nudges into me, slowly, and I draw my knees up and open my legs wide to accommodate him. He reaches for one thigh and draws it up high against him.
I grip his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing him on me and in me. I love the weight of him, the warmth of him, the way he moves as he pushes into me.
“Knox,” I gasp when he stretches me wide.
“You can take me, sweetheart. You’ve done this before. Fucking love the way your pussy takes me.”
My breath catches, my body responding in ways I can’t control and don’t want to. Every drag on my lips as his cock pulls out, every brush against my clit as he slides back in, is a delicious agony.
“You feel so thick,” I say.
Knox smirks. “Gonna pump you with so much cum because of the way you squeeze me. Gonna…stay in here to keep it in you when I do.”
The idea of using Knox’s cock as a plug has my head spinning. “I want that,” I say.
“Good girl,” he mutters.
The praise flutters through me. It feels as though every single nerve ending has come alive in me. My fingertips feel hypersensitive as I brush over every part of him.
I lift my head a little so I can see the way his ass cheeks tighten as they thrust and rise as he withdraws. Anticipation flourishes low in my belly. This could be the moment that our lives change forever.
Knox bites down on my neck, forcing my head down to the bed.
I’m pinned beneath him, unable to move.
All I can do is lie here and take what he is offering me.
“Oh, God,” I cry, when the feeling starts to become too much. The pressure of his cock against my clit sends stars spinning above me.
Knox grabs my other thigh, and now, I’m wide open to him and his whole weight is on me.
But his hips don’t stop moving. Sweat forms between our bodies. His sounds are reduced to growls and groans and mutters of how good it feels.
But all I can do is focus on the place where we’re joined.
The feel of his hard cock dragging out of me. I want to feel him come, I don’t want to miss it, but I’m also so close to coming myself, I can barely think about anything else.
When my orgasm finally hits, it rolls through me slowly, dragging responses out of me I didn’t know I could make. The sounds I make sit between a whine and a cry. And my orgasm doesn’t crash and burn; it rolls through me unendingly.
Long and steady. Like it isn’t enough, and yet, oh my God how can it last like this.
I breathe through it.
“Fuck, I can feel it.” Knox grunts, his strokes getting faster. “Work the cum out of me, sweetheart.”
He slides his hands beneath my ass, squeezing hard, shifting the angle.
“Ah, fuck,” he mutters. “Gonna come, Maren. Ah, shit.”
And then, his body bucks against mine once as he thrusts himself deep. His head buries in the pillow next to mine. “You feel that?” His words are muffled.
And I could almost cry with the completeness I feel. This man loves me and wants what I do. I feel every pulse.
And when he’s finished, shudders are interspersed between thrusts, until they ease.
I cling to him through it, slower and softer until our bodies stop trembling.
When he finally stills, he pushes onto his elbows and places his forehead to mine.
Our breaths slow but meet the same rhythm.
“You okay?” he asks.
A small smile finds my lips. “Yeah.”
“Think I’m gonna like makeup sex,” he says finally, and I laugh.
“We didn’t really argue.” I thread my fingers into his hair. “You’re so good-looking, it’s almost annoying.”
He grins. “We did argue, but it was mainly because I overreacted to seeing him with his hands on you. And because he didn’t stick around for me to get mad at, I directed it at you. I’ll mange that better in the future.”
He moves a fraction and I’m blissfully aware that he’s still inside me. Softening, a little, but still filling me.
“You’re becoming the best part of my day, Knox.”
“Sweet talker.”
I smile and shake my head. “I mean it. I was lonely until I met you. It sometimes scares me how much you’ve come to mean to me so quickly.”
“I’ll stop him. Alvarez. The man behind all this. Whatever he thinks he’s doing, whatever he wants. I’ll find out what it is and shut him down. No one threatens the people I care about. It’s hard to admit he caught us so dominantly on the back foot. But it won’t happen again.”
I reach up and push a lock of hair back off his forehead, but it doesn’t stay where I put it and drops straight back down onto his face again. “I’m glad to hear it, but I think we need a boundary.”
His brow furrows slightly. “What’s that?”
“This space. Your bedroom—”
“Our bedroom.”
I brush a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Fine. No one else should ever come into our bedroom with us. No club business. No violence. No other people. This is the one place in our lives that stays untouched by anything outside.”
“Yeah,” he says, kissing me tenderly. “I can give you that.” He cups my cheeks. “I like this.”
“What?”
“This. All of it. You. Me. Talking. Plugging your pussy with my cock.” He adjusts to push himself a little farther back in, and both of us sigh.
“That was an epic cum dump, simply because you told me you often wondered what it would feel like to feel a man come inside you with the goal of knocking you up.”
I can’t help but grin. “Cum dump is a positively gross way of describing it, but I like it too.”
“Want you carrying my kid, Maren. And I can’t lie, but the idea it will bind the two of us together for the rest of our lives…that’s hot as fuck too.”
I laugh at that. “Of course, you’d think of that.”
But the gesture of laughter causes him to finally slip out of me.
“Now look what you’ve done,” he says with a fake pout.
A heat curls through me at the awareness of how close we are. “What if I told you that you could put some more in me, later?”
He flops onto his back and puts his forearm over his eyes. “You can’t be saying things like that to me, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me hard again in record breaking time.”
“Given we both seem to get off on the idea, this might be the rest of our lives.”
Knox chuckles and slides his hand beneath me and pulls me so I’m resting my head on his shoulder. It’s tempting to stay here all day, but there are things in the kitchen that need putting away.
“You rest. I’m gonna quickly put the rest of the groceries away, then shower, and then, I’ll start on making us some dinner, unless you need to go out tonight.”
“I’ll come help.” He moves to sit up, but I push him back down.
“You rest. It’ll only take me a few minutes to put them away.”
“Okay,” he says, his word mumbled, as if he’s already falling asleep.
I press a kiss to his lips. “I promise I’ll wake you for dinner.”
His lips curve up in a smile. “And I promise to deliver on dessert.”