Chapter 10 #2
“Christ,” he murmurs against my lips. His fingers circle my clit with the perfect pressure. “You’re so wet.”
“Four days,” I manage. “And then this. What did you expect?”
He pushes two fingers inside me, and my walls grip him as my hips roll into his hand. Pleasure zips through me, and I moan.
He curls his fingers and finds the spot that drives me wild. His eyes stay locked on my face, and he murmurs, “Good girl.”
His fingers aren’t enough. “I need you inside me.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please, please. I need you to come inside me. Like you always do. Like four days didn’t happen.”
“That’s my girl.”
The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance. I hold his gaze as he pushes in slowly. Every ridge of him drags along my walls. The stretch builds until I’m whimpering and my legs hook around his hips.
When he’s fully seated, pleasure pings every nerve ending deep inside. My pussy clenches around him.
“Fuck, Lily.” His voice is gravel. “You feel—”
He doesn’t finish his thought. He pushes deeper, and this is what I want. Him, both of us, choosing this. Neither of us thinking about when it’s going to end.
His forehead drops to mine. He exhales hard. His hips still, and we stay locked together. His heart pounds against my chest.
“Look at me,” he says.
His face is inches from mine, his jaw set hard. His eyes are wide open. He’s looking at me like he’s not letting me leave again. I’m not going anywhere.
Then he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back home.
“Fuuuck,” I cry out as pleasure zaps every thought from my brain.
He fucks me with long strokes, every thrust dragging against that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back. He watches me the whole time, gaze fixed on my face like he’s memorizing this moment.
My hands grip his shoulders, fingers sinking into the hard muscle, and all I can do is hold on. Every stroke sends jolts of electricity through my core.
I can’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. Desperate, needy noises. Each whimper makes his jaw tighten.
“Don’t stop,” I moan as the room spins from pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never.” His mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing my hammering pulse. “I’m going to fuck your pussy forever.”
He pushes deeper, grinding into me. “I’m going to keep you cumdrunk and happy.”
The pleasure builds in layers. Heat floods my veins while my body tenses. If he wasn’t fucking me, I might come from his words alone.
“You like that,” he murmurs against my throat. “You like the thought of all the cum you’re going to get?”
Fuck. “Yes.”
“How I’m going to breed this pretty pussy over and over again until it sticks?”
I writhe and moan, “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He’s pounding into me relentlessly as the tension coils tighter. This isn’t just sex. It’s coming home.
He hits a perfect spot, and suddenly, I’m flying.
The first orgasm hits me without warning. I cry out while my pussy clenches around him, pulse after pulse of pleasure crashing over me. I cling to his shoulders while he fucks me through it, dragging out every wave of pleasure.
“That’s one,” he growls as he slows his thrusts.
He’s not done with me.
He stays inside me, rocking against me slowly while I shake. I’m completely wrecked, waiting for my legs to remember how to work.
When I can breathe again, I brush my mouth against his earlobe.
“Bren.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to be on top.”
He lifts his head. His eyes glitter with lust. Oh, someone likes that idea.
He slides his arms under my back and rolls us until I’m on top of him. His cock stays buried in me, and the new angle sinks him deeper. I gasp and grip his shoulders, my breasts pressed flat to his chest. Mmm, his cock hits different spots from this angle, and suddenly I’m desperate to come again.
But first, he deserves a tease.
I sit up and lift off his cock. Kneeling next to him, I lean forward and take his cock between my breasts, pressing them together around his shaft the same way I did the first day in his office.
His whole body goes still, and his eyes darken. “Lily.”
“Remember?” I slide my breasts along his length.
“How could I forget?” The words come out thick, and his hands close over mine, pressing my tits together even more. His hips thrust up, his cock sliding through the soft globes until the flushed head appears at the top of my cleavage.
“That was a different woman.” I hold his gaze. “She didn’t know how amazing you are.”
I am, apparently, the kind of woman who pulls the Day One move on the man she walked out on. The slut in me knows exactly what she’s doing.
His jaw locks, and for a second, he can’t say anything at all.
When he does speak, his voice is a growl. “Get up here. I want you on my cock.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I release my breasts to straddle his hips and sink down until he’s fully seated. My body molds around him. I plant my hands flat on his chest and ride him in slow, rolling circles.
God, I can’t believe I almost gave this up. Past Me was an idiot.
He rests his hand on my hips, but he lets me set the pace. He alternates between my face and watching my breasts sway. I straighten up so I can play with my nipples. My clit pulses as I tweak them, and Bren’s expression looks almost pained.
“I need to touch you,” he says.
His hand slides from my hip to my stomach. Palm flat, fingers spread, right below my navel, steady against the soft skin. My hips stutter.
His palm is on the place where a baby would grow. The pressure has a different weight than every other time his hand has been on my body. His eyes lift to mine. He’s looking at me like he can already see me with a round belly.
Holy hell.
My brain blips out. The image I didn’t let myself picture four days ago comes back, vivid, and this time I take it in. Me with swollen breasts, pregnant with his baby.
His thumb strokes a small arc across my skin, and I cover his hand with mine. We hold it there together, palms stacked over my womb.
I speed up the roll of my hips until I’m bouncing. His cock repeatedly hits that magical spot inside me, and the pleasure spikes. His palm stays flat on my stomach, his gaze locked on mine.
“You mean it,” I moan.
“I mean it.” His hand presses harder against my belly. “I want my baby in you. However many you want.”
Fuck.
Suddenly I’m imagining us with four kids and a chaotic house. My toes curl and I’m moaning as I grind on his cock.