11. Stella #2
My pussy is still throbbing when he pulls out and flips me over on my stomach.
I get up on all fours, still trembling from my orgasm, and look at him over my shoulder.
He thrusts inside of me, fucking me right.
Easton slaps my ass, his big cock slamming into me, making me work for it.
I move back along him, bucking my ass and panting as his powerful strokes rattle me to my very bones.
I toss my hair to one side as I look over my shoulder at him.
He smirks at me, his ripped body tense. I can feel the sweat rolling down my skin as he works me, pleasure flooding me from every direction.
I feel totally mindless, absolutely devastated by his thickness, but loving every single inch of it.
He slides out, making me gasp, and rolls me back over.
Easton spreads my legs wide and pushes himself inside of me.
His hands cup my breasts as he fucks me and I lean forward, kissing him as he roughly grinds his cock into my pussy.
He fucks me like that, legs spread wide, mouth against my own.
He grinds into me, making me moan, making me say his name as I cream all over his thick dick.
My pussy feels raw and so, so sensitive. I can feel every ridge and vein in his cock as he pounds into me again and again. Liquid fire shoots through my body, lapping at my nerves and burning me up from the inside out.
I cling to Easton, my ankles locking behind his back, my arms clutching and clawing at his shoulders, my face buried in the side of his neck as I brace myself for the raging inferno he’s calling forth from deep within my core.
“Easton,” I gasp, almost afraid of what’s going to happen when I finally climax.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he assures me. “Trust me and let go, Stella. Let go for me.”
All of the muscles in my body squeeze up tightly as I curl up into Easton, and then my whole world burns to the ground as I scream out my orgasm.
Easton roars and sinks so fucking deep inside of me as his own release ravages his massive, muscled body.
We cry out together and hold on to each other as we both fall into the very depths of pleasure.
After an eternity of intense, sharp ecstasy, I finally open my eyes. Easton is lying on his side next to me, drawing a line with his fingertips from my sternum to my belly button and back again.
“There you are,” he whispers, nuzzling into my neck and kissing me there. “How do you feel? Are you okay?”
I inhale a shaky breath and try to get my heart to stop thrashing around in my chest. Easton continues to drift his fingers over my skin, his touch bringing me back down to reality.
“Breathe for me, beautiful,” he says gently, pressing his lips to my temple. “That’s it. Good girl.”
With my breathing and heart rate finally under control, I turn toward Easton and take in his warm brown eyes, thick beard, and soft lips pulling up into a gentle smile.
I return his smile and bite my bottom lip.
Easton grasps my chin in between his thumb and forefinger, gently tugging my lip from the grasp of my teeth so he can kiss me.
It's slow and tender like we have a lifetime of moments just like this.
As if reading my thoughts, Easton pulls back and rubs his nose up and down mine.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Are you ready to spend forever with me?”
Tears immediately spring into my eyes as I smile with all the love and gratitude I have in my heart. I nod my head vigorously, my smile growing bigger by the second.
“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, love,” Easton grins at me.
"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" The words are barely out of my mouth before Easton crashes his lips down on mine.
When we break apart, he chuckles and rolls onto his back, tucking me into his side. “Good to know I can get you to say yes to pretty much anything after giving you four orgasms.”
I roll my eyes playfully, which makes Easton bend down and kiss my eyelids. I sigh and snuggle up closer to him, letting my fingers roam over the hard muscles in his chest and abs.
“I have one more surprise for today,” I say softly. Easton gathers my hand up and presses his lips to my fingers before resting them over his heart.
“Never a dull moment around here, is there?” he says with a smile.
I take his large, calloused hand in mine, guiding it slowly down my abdomen until I press it flat against my stomach.
Easton freezes. His breathing hitches, and his deep brown eyes snap up to mine, wild and searching, trying to read the truth in my expression.
"Stella?" he breathes, the sound rough, edged with sudden, raw disbelief.
"We're having a baby," I whisper, a tear slipping down my cheek. Not out of fear, but of sheer, overflowing joy.
The fierce, untouchable alpha who breaks through walls and stares down armed cartels is completely brought to his knees by four simple words.
His whole body trembles. He presses his forehead against mine, his eyes swimming with an ocean of raw, unfiltered devotion.
Then, Easton buries his face against my stomach, kissing the warm skin there with a reverence that steals the last of my breath.
He’s overwhelmed, undone, and entirely worshipful as he wraps himself around me like a shield and a sanctuary all at once.
“We’re having a baby,” he repeats as he strokes my skin reverently. “It’s everything. Everything I didn’t think I deserved. A wife, a child, a love so deep it aches to be apart.” I nod against his chest, placing a kiss over his heart.
We stay in our cocoon of happiness for hours, whispering softly into the dark, trading names for boys and girls, sketching out the bright, sunlit rooms of the nursery we’re going to build together.
It’s a beautiful, peaceful future, one that neither a hunted, desperate reporter nor a battle-hardened, isolated protector ever thought we’d be lucky enough to have. But as I look up into Easton’s burning brown eyes, I know we didn't just survive the storm. We won everything.