Chapter Four
Summer:
Those words. The words I’ve been fantasizing about him saying for months. That he loves me. That he wants to put a baby in me. They unleash a need within me that’s so powerful it steals my breath. I need him inside me, filling me, claiming me, now.
“I want you, Jason,” I whisper, my hands moving to his broad shoulders. “All of you. Please.”
He growls, a deep, possessive sound that makes my pussy clench with need. He shifts above me, his muscular body moving with an animal grace that makes my heart pound. I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick entrance, and I hold my breath in anticipation.
“I’m going to go slow at first, sweetheart,” he says, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make your first time feel good.”
He starts to push inside me, stretching me inch by delicious inch.
He’s so big, so thick, that there’s a slight burn as my body struggles to accommodate him.
But beneath the burn is a deep pleasure, the feeling of being filled in a way I never have been before.
It feels right, like my body was made for this, made for him.
I gasp as he pushes through the barrier of my innocence, a brief, sharp pain that quickly gives way to pleasure. He pauses, letting me adjust to him, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gentle despite the rough edge of desire.
I nod, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please, Jason, don’t stop.”
He pushes deeper, and soon he’s buried to the hilt inside me, so deep that I can feel him pressing against my cervix.
The feeling is overwhelming, a delicious fullness that makes me want to beg for more.
But before I can form the words, he starts to move, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward again.
His movements are slow, controlled, and each thrust feels so good that it makes my toes curl.
But he’s holding back. I can tell. His movements are too controlled, too measured, and I know he’s trying to be gentle with me, but that’s not what I want. I want all of him, the rough, possessive man I’ve caught glimpses of. I want him to lose control with me.
“Harder,” I gasp, my hips rising to meet his. “Please, Jason, harder. Don’t hold back. Not with me.”
His eyes darken, a muscle working in his jaw as he struggles for control. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he says, his voice strained.
“You won’t,” I say, my voice firm. “I want it all, Jason. Everything. Give me everything.”
That’s all it takes. His control shatters, and with a guttural growl, he starts to move faster, harder.
His thrusts become rough, almost punishing, and I love every second of it.
The bed slams against the wall with each powerful movement, the rhythmic thudding matching the frantic beat of my heart.
I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside me.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “Take my cock. Take all of it. You’re so fucking tight, so wet for me. This tight little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Made to take my cock and my cum.”
His dirty words send a jolt of electricity straight to my core, and I feel my pussy release a gush of wetness over his cock as he slams it deep inside me over and over. “Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “Made for you. All for you.”
He shifts, changing the angle of his thrusts, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside me, that magical spot that makes my vision blur with pleasure. “Oh God, Jason,” I moan, my head thrown back against the pillows. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he grunts, pistoning into me with a ferocity that borders on violence. “I’m never going to stop fucking you, Summer. You’re mine now. All mine. I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt with my cum over and over again until it takes. Until there’s a baby growing inside you.”
His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, push me closer and closer to the edge. My body starts to tremble, the muscles in my thighs tensing as the pressure builds deep in my core.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my breath coming in ragged pants. “So close, Jason.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he growls, his hips slapping against mine with each powerful thrust. “I can feel your tight little pussy fluttering around my cock. Come for me, Summer. Come all over my dick like a good girl.”
As if on command, my orgasm crashes over me.
It’s a tidal wave of pleasure so intense that it steals my breath and makes my vision go white.
My back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as my pussy clenches around him, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me.
I can feel my juices gushing out of me, drenching him, but he doesn’t stop.
If anything, he fucks me harder, riding out my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until I’m limp and breathless beneath him.
Even as I’m still coming down from my high, I feel him shift again, lowering his head until it’s level with my breasts.
Without breaking his rhythm, he latches onto my nipple, sucking hard.
The combination of the pleasure from his thrusts and the intense sensation of him nursing from me is almost too much.
My body, already oversensitive from my orgasm, responds immediately, another orgasm building fast, more intense than the first.
“That’s it,” he growls against my skin. “Feed me, sweetheart. Give me everything. I want to taste your milk while I’m filling you with my cum.”
His dirty words combined with the relentless stimulation from both his cock and his mouth push me over the edge again.
My body convulses beneath him, the second orgasm even more powerful than the first. I scream, my nails raking down his back as pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before courses through my veins.
That’s all it takes. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me.
I feel him swell, stretching me even further, and then he’s coming, filling me with pulse after pulse of his hot seed.
“Summer!” he roars, his body shuddering above mine as he empties himself into me.
“Fuck! Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it.”
The feeling of him coming inside me is intoxicating. The warmth of his cum floods my womb, and the idea that he might have gotten me pregnant makes me feel needy all over again. I want more. I want him to fill me again and again until I’m certain there’s a baby growing inside me.
He collapses on top of me, his heavy body crushing me into the mattress, but I don’t mind. I love the feeling of his weight on me, the feeling of his skin against mine. We’re both panting, our bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with the scent of sex.
For a long moment, we just lie there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing gradually slowing. Then he shifts, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at me. His blue eyes are soft, filled with an emotion that makes my heart ache.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice rough.
I nod, a soft smile playing on my lips. “Better than okay,” I whisper. “That was... incredible.”
He grins, a slow, lazy smile that makes my stomach flutter. “You’re incredible,” he says, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I love you, Summer.”
My breath hitches, tears stinging my eyes. “I love you too, Jason,” I say, my voice trembling with emotion. “So much.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, more possessive.
When he pulls back, he rolls over, taking me with him so that I’m lying on top of him, my head pillowed on his chest. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight, and I can feel the steady, reassuring beat of his heart beneath my ear.
I snuggle closer, my body completely relaxed for the first time in months. Maybe even years.
“I meant what I said, you know,” he says, his voice a low rumble in my ear. “About putting a baby in you.”
A shiver runs through me, a mix of desire and fear. “I know,” I whisper. “And I want it. I really do. But... what are we going to do? My parents, my manager... they’re not going to like this.”
“Fuck ‘em,” he growls, his arms tightening around me. “They don’t get a say in this. You’re an adult, Summer. You get to decide what you want. And what you want is me. Isn’t it?”
I nod against his chest, my throat suddenly tight. “Yes,” I whisper. “More than anything.”
“Then that’s all that matters,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll figure out the rest. Together.”
I shift, lifting my head to look at him. “Together?”
He smiles, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Together,” he confirms. “From now on, we’re a team. You and me against the world.”
Tears well in my eyes, and I blink them back, not wanting to cry. “I like the sound of that,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“Good,” he says, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Because I’m not letting you go, sweetheart. You’re stuck with me now.”
I grin, leaning into his touch. “Promise?”
“Promise,” he says, his eyes darkening with an emotion that makes my breath catch. “I’m going to marry you, Summer. And I’m going to fill your belly with my babies. And you’re going to sing your songs for the whole damn world, and every night, you’re coming home to me.”
A laugh bubbles up from my chest, a sound so full of joy and relief that it startles me. “Is that a proposal, Mr. Bodyguard?”
“Damn right it is,” he says, his grin widening. “So, what do you say, Miss Pop Star? Will you marry me?”
“I will,” I say, without a moment’s hesitation. “Of course, I will.”
His lips meet mine in a kiss that’s both tender and possessive, a promise of all the things to come. I melt against him, my body molding to his, my heart so full it feels like it might burst.
This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I’ve been dreaming of. Not just the sex, not just the dirty talk, not just the mind-blowing orgasms. This. This feeling of being wanted, of being cherished, of being loved for exactly who I am, lactation and all.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. In the arms of the man I love, the man who’s going to be my husband, the father of my children. My future with him stretches out before me, and I can’t wait to live every moment of it.