Chapter 18 - Avery
He was fucking crazy.
I honestly couldn’t believe I’d just gone along with it instead of demanding he take me back to the apartment, but any desire to do so faded to nothing when we finally pulled up to the house.
The pictures didn’t do its beauty justice. The warm porch lights made the logs stand out, giving them a welcoming glow. There was a pair of rocking chairs on one side, making the house seem cozy.
It really was my dream home.
“Oh my God…”
“Like it?” Rowen asked smugly.
I fought rolling my eyes when he got out of the car and walked around to help me out. “I still don’t understand why you did this,” I said as he led me to the front door, his hand on my back.
He pulled out his phone, and after he tapped the screen, the door lock clicked.
“I want to give you the world, Avery.” He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. “Just enjoy it, okay? Don’t overthink it.”
The paranoid voices in my head faded to silence as he took my hand and reached for the doorknob so we opened the door together.
The butterflies in my stomach multiplied by a hundred.
He loved me so much, he bought a fucking house for me.
Why couldn’t I tell him I felt the same way?
“I know I probably should’ve waited to bring you here until all our stuff was moved, but I was too excited,” he admitted as we walked through the entryway and into a large room. “It’s gonna look even better when you decorate, baby.”
I smiled at him and lifted to my toes to kiss his cheek. “Don’t you want to help decide what it looks like?”
He shook his head. “I want what you want. I can make my office my own little space.” His eyebrows rose. “Unless you want that room too?”
“You’re impossible,” I muttered, even though I was smiling.
I yawned, tired from our long drive, and he chuckled. “You can’t be tired yet. I need to fill this house with your screams, kitten.”
“Can’t wait until tomorrow?” I teased, already walking away to look around.
Before I made it to what looked like the kitchen, Rowen threw me over his shoulder, carrying me down a dark hallway and up some stairs. He opened a door, and I was thrown onto a soft mattress.
While I was tired, my body needed Rowen, so I wasn’t about to complain about having sex with him. My core still ached from the rough fuck the night before, but there was an even deeper ache within me for an entirely different reason.
“The bed frame won’t be here until tomorrow, but you better believe I’m going to make love to you on our new mattress before I let you fall asleep.”
His voice was deep and desperate, rough in all the sexy ways. He was grinding himself into me, his hard cock making itself known behind his clothes.
“Rowen,” I moaned when he sucked on my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth.
“Beg for me,” he demanded. “Beg for my cock. Tell me how bad you want it, Av.”
“I want your cock, Rowen. Please fuck me.” I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him get it over his head, tossing it somewhere off the bed. “I need you inside me.”
I wasn’t confident with my dirty talk, but the way he growled at my filthy words gave me a confidence boost.
Rowen lifted the hem of my sundress and moved down until his head was between my legs. He grabbed my panties, pulling them off me gently as he kissed my inner thighs until they were trembling.
“Hands,” he said impatiently.
I put my wrists together for him, and he tied them with my panties.
He lifted my bound wrists above my head and said, “Stay, or I won’t let you come.”
His threat sent shudders down my spine, and I struggled to stay still as he kissed and nipped his way between my legs. My hips instantly bucked against him when his tongue flattened against my clit. Fingers invaded my entrance, curling to stroke a spot that made my toes curl.
“Fuck, Row…” I trembled as he worked my clit with his tongue and started fucking me with his fingers.
My reaction was the encouragement he needed to work even harder, faster, until my stomach tightened. I recognized a familiar feeling and panicked.
“Stop. Wait.”
He ignored me and pressed his free hand down on my stomach. I tried to hold it in, refuse to give him what he was trying to force from me, but it was inevitable, and within seconds, I was coating my thighs as I screamed his name.
Every muscle in my body was strained. My eyes squeezed shut. I had to hold on to the sheets to keep my hands above my head like I was supposed to. Rowen was groaning, pleased as I soaked us both with my orgasm, pulling more from me with each thrust of his fingers.
“Rowen, please. Fuck. Please stop,” I begged, unable to put much strength behind my words, still drowning in pleasure.
He didn’t stop when my orgasm was over; he just continued to force more spasms from me as I cried for mercy.
Just before I thought I was going to come again, he pulled away. My body sagged, and I was aware—and self-conscious—of the puddle under me. Rowen clearly didn’t give a single fuck, because he crawled over me, lined his cock with my entrance, and thrusted into me.
“I’ll never get tired of the way you feel around me, Av. Who knew my stepsister would have such an amazing cunt?” he groaned, moving inside me like he needed to claim every inch even though I was thoroughly his already. “Just look at you. So wet. So perfect.”
My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and I fought the urge to bury my fingers in his hair. I bit his shoulder as he filled me over and over, the steady, controlled strokes sending my eyes to the back of my head.
“Fuck, I could stay inside you forever,” he rasped, grinding his hips harder, just enough to make me cry out. “I love you like this, open and desperate for me.”
I couldn’t say anything back. I could barely breathe.
My body was still twitching from the last orgasm.
His body was hot and heavy on top of mine, and his hard thrusts turned my brain off.
Despite being overstimulated and gasping for breath, I still needed more, caught in the space between begging for mercy and for pleasure.
“Row—I can’t. Too much—”
“No, Av. You can take it.” He caught my chin between his fingers, tilting my face so I had to look at him. His eyes were burning with an intensity that shook me to my core. “You were made for this. For me.”
He leaned down until his lips grazed my ear, making me shiver. His thrusts grew stronger, each jerk of his hips having its own purpose.
I could feel myself losing the battle, my thighs shaking, my stomach coiling with heat and need. The pressure was growing, spiraling.
“I’m going to fill you up. Keep you so full of me. Wreck you until you can’t think straight between the breaks from my cock inside you.” His voice had dropped to a rough whisper. “We’ll fill every room with babies. Our babies.”
My breath caught, and my eyes snapped open. My brain was startled by his words, clawing its way out of the lusty haze to argue with him, but my body didn’t hesitate. My pussy clenched around him as a broken moan escaped my lips.
I heard him curse, and his thrusts slowed a bit, but the passion behind them didn’t.
I should have been alarmed. His words were sudden and intense, but they forced a picture into my head: him holding me from behind in our new kitchen, one hand splayed across my swollen belly.
My vision blurred as I whimpered—helpless and wrecked.
He must’ve felt it too.
“You want that, don’t you? Fuck, your pussy is begging for my cum, wanting every last drop.”
I was sobbing, broken under the intensity of the moment. “I—fuck—Rowen, plea—”
I was too far gone to pretend the idea of him filling me up again and again didn’t turn me on, didn’t scratch some deep desire to be his, even more than I already was.
“Just like that,” he rasped, his voice strained with need.
He groaned like he was coming undone, and his hips stuttered until I felt the heat of his cum rush into me, filling me up. I could feel it seep out onto my thighs with each rough thrust, but he didn’t stop to worry about the mess.
After he fucked me through all the aftershocks of my orgasm, he stilled. I waited for him to pull out, but he didn’t. He stayed inside me, staring down at me with a terrifying expression.
“I wasn’t lying, Av,” he said quietly, but his words still boomed in my ears. “I want to see your belly swollen with my babies, enough to fill the house with the pitter-patter of little feet and high-pitched giggles. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
I shook my head, knowing I was not in my right mind to have this conversation. My ovaries were screaming for him, begging to bring his desires to fruition, more than willing to do their part to make it happen.
“I don’t th—”
“Shh,” he said before pressing his lips to mine with a gentleness I didn’t know he was capable of. “We don’t have to talk about it now. There’s plenty of time. I just wanted to be honest with you.”
Somehow, that was comforting, knowing it was just sweet words he’d expressed, not something he genuinely wanted right this second. While I still believed kids were the last thing we needed, I would have been lying if I said the idea was totally revolting.
He’d invaded my brain and planted the seed, and I knew I’d probably eventually give in to him.
Plus, the idea of a little version of him running around didn’t sound that awful.