Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
C harlie
“Yes,” she said, swallowing hard.
“Fuck, you look good enough to eat right now,” I said, staring at her as she lay there with her hips propped up. The toy I’d bought her sat beside her, glistening with her arousal. She turned her head, probably wondering why I was grinning at the sheets. Her cheeks flushed when she spotted it.
“You didn’t have to buy me that.”
“Yes, I did.” I leaned over and placed a tender kiss on her stomach. “The books said you’d get unbearably horny. I needed to be prepared.” I pulled back and our gazes locked. Purposefully holding eye contact, I added, “Plus, I kinda liked watching you react to it.”
Her face flushed a deeper shade of red, and she bit her lip. “Why do you always have to be so...”
“Perfect?” My brows rose at her snort of laughter.
“Not the word I was looking for.”
“Ah.” I shifted, positioning myself between her thighs again. “You must mean thoughtful then.”
She shook her head at me and my grin widened. My heart ached at the tiny curl of her lips and the satisfied glaze in her eyes. From now on, putting that expression on her face was my one goal for as long as she’d have me.
I reached for her legs and tucked them in the crook of my arms, pulled her closer to me. “Comfortable?”
“Yes,” she said again, her voice slightly strained as I repositioned her.
I tucked more pillows under her to make sure she was propped up comfortably. I wanted her to feel as good as possible, and the satisfaction of taking care of her was indescribable. I stared at her for a moment, trying to commit the image of her pregnant and glowing to memory.
“You’re sure?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Will you just shut up and fuck me already?”
I chuckled. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I gently placed her legs over my shoulder, trying not to scoff at myself for being so careful with her. I’d just been pounding into her from behind. Where was the overbearing protectiveness then?
Her mouth opened and I thrust before she could form the words. My hips pulsed in slow, short bursts while I sank deeper, savouring every inch.
She moaned, the sound low and throaty, her eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to. If only she knew how deeply she owned me. The thought of her experiencing this with anyone else made my heart ache. I didn’t want to share her with anyone else. Didn’t want to lose her.
I slowly withdrew, my cock slick with her arousal, before thrusting back in with a groan. Her lips parted with pleasure and her eyelids fluttered. The idea of another man being inside her, claiming her, made me grit my teeth. It was irrational, I knew that. But it still unleashed a possessive streak I didn’t know I had.
“I want to fill you up with my cum.” I pounded into her, muttering my unhinged thoughts, my voice low and filled with need, unable to keep them to myself. “I want to watch you work my cock, milking me and taking everything I’ve got.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but then a spark of heat flared in them and her pussy clenched tight around my cock. She nodded eagerly.
“Yes. I want that too.”
Her response sent a rush of excitement through me, and I fucked her harder, releasing one of her legs to tease her clit with my thumb.
“Good girl,” I whispered, my voice a growl. “Milk me good, Emma. Take every last drop from me.”
Her moans grew louder, her body tensing as she chanted my name. The only name I ever wanted to hear fall from her lips. Her inner walls clamped down on me as an orgasm ripped through her, robbing me of the ability to resist.
My thrusts grew harder, faster as I chased my own release. It claimed me quickly, making me curse as my cock pulsed and I emptied myself inside of her.