Epilogue #2
Her laugh followed us into the bedroom, but it broke into a moan when I set her on the mattress and stripped away the vest, shirt, jeans, and everything beneath them.
I used my hands and mouth until her body stopped carrying any trace of the launch-field panic, taking the first orgasm with two fingers buried inside her and the second with my tongue locked to her clit.
Only when she lay flushed and trembling beneath me did I rise over her and let the need battering through my control have what it had wanted since the live shell turned toward her.
I slid both hands beneath Bex and moved her toward the center of the bed in one long pull, dragging a breathless laugh from her as the comforter shifted beneath us.
Then I followed her up, covering her with my body until her softness was trapped beneath my weight and my cock rested hot and heavy along her slick center.
She wrapped her legs around my hips, her heels pressing into my ass while she pulled me closer and opened her mouth beneath mine.
Her hands moved over my shoulders and down my back, tracing muscle, scars, and ink before her fingers curled around my hips and tried to draw me where she wanted me. When I remained still, she pouted and tugged the silver hoops through one of my nipples before trying again.
I caught her nape and held her gaze as I dragged the head through her soaked folds, circling her entrance without pushing inside. “Your pussy makes me lose my fucking mind.”
Her pupils were dark and wide, but satisfaction gleamed back at me. “I can’t say I don’t like being the only person who can crack your code.”
“Terrible pun, baby.”
She giggled, the sound turning breathless when I pressed more firmly against her. “Maybe, but we could find out whether it’s true.”
A growl rolled out of my chest as I began entering her. “Careful what you ask for.”
I took the first few inches slowly because she was sensitive after coming twice, giving her body time to stretch around my thickness while the tight heat gripping me made my vision blur.
Bex’s mouth fell open, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pushed deeper, and every small contraction around my cock threatened to tear away what remained of my restraint.
I stopped only when my hips met hers and I was buried so completely that her pussy fluttered around the base while the softness of her belly pressed against mine.
I rested my forehead against hers, breathing through the brutal pleasure while my hand tightened around her nape. “So fucking tight after you come for me.”
“Or you’re just huge.” She shifted beneath me, making both of us groan.
“And you take every inch, like a good girl.” I pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then drove deep enough to slide her body beneath mine. “Because this pussy was made for my cock.”
Her cry broke against my mouth, and I swallowed it while starting a steady rhythm.
Each stroke dragged through the slick grip of her, deep enough that my pelvis struck her clit whenever I buried myself fully.
Bex clung to me, her legs tightening around my waist while she met every thrust with a lift of her hips that told me she wanted more than I was giving her.
“Harder,” she breathed.
I caught both wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. “You came twice already, and you’re still asking me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes.” Her body moved helplessly beneath mine, trying to force me deeper despite the hold I had on her. “Give me everything, Corbin.”
“Greedy girl.”
“Yours.”
The single word snapped the final hold I had on my restraint.
I drove into her hard enough to make the headboard strike the wall, dragging a sharp cry from her as her body bowed beneath mine.
The next thrust landed just as deep, then another, until the bed moved with us and the sounds leaving Bex turned ragged and helpless.
I kept her wrists pinned above her head and caught one thigh beneath the knee, opening her wider so every stroke reached the deepest part of her.
Her tits bounced beneath me, nipples flushed and swollen from my mouth, while her pussy clung to my cock like it intended to keep every inch.
The sight fed something primitive enough that gentleness stopped mattering the second I knew she wanted the same thing.
“This what you needed, baby?” I snarled, driving into her with enough force to make the frame hammer the wall. “Wanted me to stop holding back and fuck you like I’m breeding you again?”
“Yes.” Her head moved restlessly across the pillow as another thrust tore my name from her. “Yes, Corbin. Don’t stop.”
“Never gonna stop.” I bent and caught one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard before releasing the bud with a little pop. “Your tits are already getting heavier. Fuck, I can’t wait to see them dripping for our baby.”
My hips continued pounding between her thighs. “Gonna feel me tomorrow every time you move. You’ll remember your man fucking you, marking you, and filling this greedy little body.”
Her walls tightened around me, and I felt the next orgasm building before she found enough breath to warn me.
I released her wrists only to catch both of her thighs and push them higher, folding her beneath me while the new angle let me drive deeper.
Bex cried out with every slam of my hips, her hands clutching the bedding as the bed banged a relentless rhythm against the wall.
“Look at me.” I slowed just enough to make her lashes lift, then held her eyes while pushing all the way inside. “Tell me.”
Her face softened beneath the pleasure, and the emotion there hit harder than anything physical. “I love you, Corbin.”
No matter how many times she said it, the words struck deep.
This time they pushed me somewhere primitive enough to turn my next thrust brutal.
I caught the back of her thigh and drove into her while imagining how her body would change with our child, her stomach round with visible proof of the life we were building.
My balls tightened at the thought, aching with the need to fill her, but I refused to come until I felt her lose control around me again.
“Fucking love you too, baby.” I put my mouth beside her ear while the wet sound of my cock moving inside her filled the room. “You’re already knocked up, and I still want to fuck you full again. What does that say about me?”
Her pussy clenched so hard that my rhythm faltered. “Corbin.”
“Love the way you say my name.” I slid one hand between us and pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it in time with each hard stroke. “Want to hear you screaming it while this pussy squeezes every drop out of me.”
“Yes.” Her voice cracked as I rubbed faster. “Oh, yes! Yes!”
“Break for me, baby.” I lifted my head and forced her gaze back to mine while her whole body began trembling. “Come on my cock.”
The tension inside her snapped. Bex screamed my name and arched off the mattress, her pussy clamping around me in powerful pulses that nearly dragged my release out with the first one.
I kept thrusting through every contraction, my thumb locked to her clit while pleasure tore across her face and her nails scored down my back.
“That’s my fucking girl.” I drove into her harder, the slick grip becoming almost unbearable as her orgasm milked my cock. “Soak me. Take every fucking inch while I fill what belongs to me.”
Her walls continued contracting around my shaft, pulling me toward the edge I had been fighting since the hallway.
I caught her hips in both hands and buried myself with three hard thrusts, each one driving deeper than the last. Then I held her tight against me and came with a growl dragged from somewhere below thought.
Heat surged through my cock in thick pulses as I filled her, my hips jerking against hers while Bex wrapped both arms around me and whispered that she loved me into the side of my neck. I stayed buried to the hilt until the final contraction passed and my release remained hot inside her.
When my arms finally threatened to stop supporting my weight, I shifted onto one elbow without pulling away and brushed the damp hair from her face.
Bex looked thoroughly used, her lips swollen, lashes heavy, and pale skin flushed almost everywhere my eyes landed.
The sleepy smile she gave me made my exhausted cock pulse once more inside her.
I kissed her, then withdrew with enough care to make her wince only slightly.
My release followed, slick against the inside of her thigh, and the sight drove another possessive throb through me.
I gathered it with my fingers and pushed it gently back into her, watching her cheeks flare hot as she followed the movement.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping it where I put it.”
Her laugh came out weak and sleepy as my fingertip slid free. “Such a caveman sometimes.”
I brushed my lips over hers before climbing from the bed, then returned with water and a warm cloth.
I cleaned her carefully, checked every mark I had left, and watched satisfaction soften her expression when my thumb traced the faint bruises along her breasts and thighs.
Bex remained awake until I lifted her into the center of the bed and tucked her against my chest.
“I can move,” she murmured.
“Didn’t say you couldn’t.”
“You just prefer doing it for me.”
“Yeah.” I pulled the covers over us and fit her back against my front, one arm locked around her waist while my palm settled low over her stomach. “But you’re used to it.”
Bex giggled and snuggled deeper into my hold. Then she fell asleep with my ring on her finger, my name across the vest draped over the chair, and my body spooned around hers while our child rested beneath my palm.