Chapter 42
Royal
My body moves over hers, claiming her the way I’ve been starving to since the night I chained her in my room. The knife stays in my hand, tracing her thigh, her hip, her stomach, slow, worshipful lines that make her arch into me like she can’t breathe without the steel.
“You’re mine,” I say.
“I’m yours,” she whispers back.
My mouth trails from her throat down her sternum, my tongue ring cold against her skin. She shivers violently. I slip my hand lower, tease her clit with steady, punishing control until her hips lift off the mattress in helpless little bursts.
Tonight, I claim her properly. Completely.
I move over her slowly at first, dragging my cock down her, letting her feel the weight, the heat, the hunger. Then harder. Then deeper into the moment, into her wetness, enjoying the filthy little sounds she tries and fails to hold back.
She gasps my name again. My control snaps every time she does.
And when I finally spear my dick into her pussy, her breath breaks like she can’t contain it. Her legs wrap around me like she’s claiming me back. Her nails dig into my back, marking me right over the ink. Her body yields to my cock like it was always meant to.
Fuck me.
I lose myself in her. In the heat of her cunt. It’s slippery embrace. The friction. In the way she whispers my name like it was carved into her bones long before I carved it into her skin.
“You really want that?” I growl against her mouth. “You want me to fill you up? You want me to put my cum in this pussy?”
“Yes,” she whispers, voice shattered. “I want it… a baby. Want yours.”
Fuck.
My body is trembling.
“You’re playing with fire, Becki…” My voice is barely a voice at all. “You ask a sinner like me to make you a baby and I’m gonna do it. I’m not pulling out. Not ever again.”
Her legs tighten around me, dragging me deeper against her body, breath breaking on a whimper.
“Royal… please…”
I relinquish the final strand of control I ever had.
My hands clamp around her waist, holding her in place while my entire frame locks up. I bury my face in her neck, groaning like an animal as the heat rips through me and into her as I carve, as I slice, my dick deeper and deeper into her soul.
“Take it,” I snarl against her skin as I explode inside her. “Take all of it. Every last drop. This pussy’s mine to fill.”
She whimpers, clinging to me like she’s drowning, her breath shaking as she gets off.
“I want your baby,” she whispers again, soft but deadly certain. “Give me more.”
Jesus Christ.
I’m still shaking when I lift my head, still inside her, still fighting the instinct to keep going until she can’t walk for days.
I grab her jaw, making her look at me.
“You understand what you just asked for?” I rasp.
Becki swallows hard, eyes shining and wild. “I’m already yours,” she says. “Now I want to make sure the whole damn world knows it.”
A slow, dark smile pulls at my mouth.
“Oh, they’ll know,” I promise, voice thick. “Because if you get pregnant, the first person I’m telling is Legend. And I’m gonna watch him realize you’re not going anywhere.”
She trembles, but she’s smiling now too, dangerous, beautiful, wicked.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re asking for,” I mutter, sliding my hand down to her lower stomach, holding her there so nothing spills out.
Her breath catches.
“I want that,” she whispers. “I want all of it.” Her breath stutters, hips twitching like her pussy is trying to swallow even deeper around me. I look down between us, at the swollen cunt I just filled, still clenching, still wet, still mine.
Flipping her until she straddles me, I drag my thumb over her swollen lips, the lower ones and then her mouth. Wanting her to taste what she does to me.
“You want me to breed you stupid, Becki? Want me to fuck you dumb?”
She nods, savage, needy, gorgeous.
“Yes. Yes, Royal… make me yours all the way. I want to carry a little you.”
A sound leaves me that I’ve never made before, half growl, half promise.
“Oh, baby… you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“We’re not done.”
I grip her hips again as she rides.
“You asked for a baby. I’m not stopping until I’m sure you’ve got one.”
“You gonna keep trying?” she whispers, bouncing on my dick.
“I’m gonna keep fucking trying,” I growl. “Every night. Every morning. Until you’re as big as a house.”
Her breath hitches.
“Royal…”
My vision goes black around the edges.
“Say it again,” I demand. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”
“You,” she gasps. “It’s your pussy. Always was. Always will be.”
That’s it.
“Royal… don’t stop… I want to feel it… I want to…”
I laugh, dark, ruined, shaking from how hard she’s got me.
She convulses around me.
I sit up, take the back of her head, take her into an embrace.
“Good girl,” I rasp against her lips. “Take my cum. Take all of it. You wanted a baby? I’m giving you enough to knock you up twice.”
When I lay back, again, I watch her, trembling, panting, eyes glossy with need and something close to worship.
“Maybe we’ll have twins,” she whispers, collapsing onto my chest. “You’re a twin?”
“Yeah, me and Cider.” But I don’t want to think about my runaway of a sister when I am balls deep in my new woman.
New woman? Becki’s gonna have my baby. Maybe my twins. I’ll have to make an honest woman out of her.
“Becki, you’re gonna marry me right? If you’re having my baby?”
Smiling her answer, Becki is still trembling, pussy fluttering around my cock like it’s begging me not to pull out. Her hair is sticking up, sweat shining on her skin, her voice nothing but wrecked little gasps.
She rolls off me, I drag my palm down over her lower belly, spreading my fingers possessively.
“That’s where my kid’s gonna live,” I growl. “Right there. You feel that?”
She whimpers, nodding, eyes rolling a little.
“You’re damn right you do.”
My hand goes lower, and I cup her pussy hard keeping everything I gave her inside. But I stroke her again, slow, teasing.
“This is my pussy,” I tell her, voice low and filthy. “My baby factory. My fucking property. And you’re gonna show it off for me when your belly starts to swell.”
She’s shaking so hard she can barely breathe.
“Royal,” she whispers like she’s wore out.
I tilt her chin toward me, eyes locked on hers.
“You want another load?” I ask. “You want me to fuck more babies into you? I’ll do it. I’ll keep you pregnant until your knees give out.”
She tries to answer. Can’t.
I grin.
“Use your words, sweetheart. If you want my cum, you ask for it.”
Becki doesn’t disappoint.
“Fill me again, Royal… please… I want to feel you dripping out of me.”
“Fuck…”
I think I have died before. Maybe tonight I finally came back.