Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
MONROE
I’m on fire. I swear, my body is an inferno that’s not ready to be extinguished. I’ve experimented with touching myself before, but nothing compares to Shaw’s forceful strokes. Nothing compares with the way he lapped between my legs and stole every ounce of pleasure until I couldn’t breathe.
“Anything you want, baby.” He grins like a wolf in response to my desperate plea.
I’ve known from the first second he touched me that this was where Shaw and I would wind up. I was meant to be underneath this man. Meant to experience the finest of pleasures at his mercy.
Shaw’s mouth descends upon me again as the swollen head of his cock begins to push at my entrance. “Relax for me, darlin’, or it’ll hurt more.” His groan is filled with restraint that I feel in his muscles as he holds back.
The pressure of his invasion is nearly too much to bear, so I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him closer. Shaw rips through my virginity, but the agony of it is not nearly enough to make me beg him to stop. I want more.
“More, Shaw, please. Give me more,” I plead, and the way he’s shaking above me only shows how much he cares.
“This is gonna be quicker than I fucking want,” he grunts with a slow thrust of his hips. His hands tighten painfully at my waist as he pistons in and out of my body.
My own pleasure gradually builds, and there’s buzzing in my ears. Blood pulses through me with the swiftness of a freight train, and soon, my body tingles and stars dance in my vision.
Shaw pumps faster, and the bed creaks loudly as it rocks with us. “Oh fuck,” he moans, and his lips glide along my neck, making me shiver. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight, Monroe.”
The sensation in my belly intensifies, and soon, I’m weightless. Carefree. In absolute ecstasy. I never want it to stop.
When he attempts to pull away, I grasp him tighter to me. “Monroe, darlin’, you have to let me pull out, or I’m going to come inside you.” I moan, not opposed to that idea. “You could get pregnant,” he tries again.
Shocked at his words, my hold loosens just enough for him to slip free, and instantly, I miss how he fills me up. Staring down, I watch, utterly fascinated, as Shaw’s hand furiously jerks up and down the girth of his cock until his seed spurts out onto my belly.
As I suck in a sharp breath at the heat and eroticism of the act, my body shakes with desire.
“Goddamn, is that a beautiful sight.” My eyes shoot up to see what he’s looking at, and I realize he’s staring at me—covered in his essence. And I’d have to agree.
Feeling bold, I swipe a finger through the warm liquid. His eyes are riveted to my digit as I bring it to my mouth to taste him.
“Salty,” I murmur. He smirks.
Shaw gently brushes the hair off my face with an endearing look in his eyes. “You’re beautiful when you smile.”
My face turns crimson at his words because I know he truly means them. People compliment me all the time, but it’s never meant as much to me as it does coming from his lips.
This euphoric feeling emboldens me to confess my deepest desire: “I want to be a mom, Shaw.”
I didn’t realize a man’s eyes could be so expressive.
In his, I see a future—our future—and a little boy who looks just like him.
A little girl who loves to dance and cuddle any animal who’ll allow her.
I see a life filled with love and laughter, and for the first time, I know exactly where I belong.
Thankfully, Shaw doesn’t hold back, covering my body again and rubbing his lengthening girth between my legs while brushing the sweaty hair away from my face. He drops a kiss on each cheek, then my lips, and replies, “I want to be the one to give that to you.”
Slowly, he pushes into my tightness again. I bite back the pain, and this time, we make slow, sweet love until we’re exhausted and notice the rain has finally stopped.
“I think we need to feed you,” he chuckles as my stomach rumbles.
“Pancakes and whipped cream?” Sounds divine in my book, so of course he makes it for me.