CHAPTER 9 #2
Some of his weight leaves me, but then he’s right back where I want him, the fire inside of me threatening to burn uncontrollably. When he thrusts inside of me, my eyes pop open. When did I even close them?
“Titus,” his name wooshes out of me and I swear he pushes even deeper in response, and I wheeze out a sound of pure bliss.
“Fuck,” he growls, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick. One day I’m going to fuck you raw and fill you with so much of my cum that it’ll drip from your sweet pussy and coat your thighs. I’ll keep filling you. I won’t let you out of bed until you’re pregnant with my baby.”
The world around me is fuzzy, but his words are sharp and they make me wetter for him. I’ve looked forward to having a family; a real family. But I figured I’d be waiting for a while longer, if it ever happened.
But I know one thing, Titus would never let anything bad touch me or our kids.
“Please,” I beg.
I’m not sure if I’m pleading with him to move or to pull out, rip the condom off, and fill me with his baby right fucking now. I think I’d be good either way.
He shudders and lets out a low, rumbling growl that goes right to my clit. “Brace yourself, Teach,” he sounds like he’s barely holding on, “I’m about to fuck all your worries away.”
I suck in a breath and then he’s moving. He’s not fucking me fast, but he slides his arms under my knees and holds me open for him which has him going even deeper. My back arches and I moan every time he’s filling my channel completely while he grunts with a barely contained ferocity.
The way he fucks me borders on brutal, his hips ramming forward harshly while keeping a steady rhythm. When my walls squeeze around his length, he picks up the pace. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room and builds along with our moans.
“Titus,” I moan, needing to say so much more but not being able to give anything beyond his name a voice.
One side of his mouth tips up, devastatingly so, as his voice becomes rough, “You feel it. The way I’m branding my name on your body.” He demands, “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp as I fall over the edge, my pussy clamps down on his cock while my thighs shake and my fingers scramble against his skin, seeking purchase.
He pins me to the bed, grounding me as he thrusts a few more times before his entire body shudders. When he groans, the sound is part pleasure and part pain. The cords of his neck strain and I can feel every pulse inside me as he comes, grunting while filling the condom.
When he kisses me, the contact is sweet, soothing in the same way his hands against my skin have become.
He’s gentle and it has tears pricking the backs of my eyes for no fucking reason.
The very last thing I want to do is cry right now.
I will them away, but with his next words, something cracks inside of me.
“I’m yours,” he whispers the words against my lips before pulling back enough so I can look into his gray eyes and see the sincerity there.
I have no idea what he sees on my face, but when he kisses me again, the contact is soft. There’s a plea in the press of our flesh, like he’s asking me to let go and just trust.
But can I do that?
I want to.
Desperately.
Titus presses his forehead against mine, his words filled with strength and determination, “If it would be easier for you, we can figure out a way to make you safe at your place.” His eyes sharpen and the warning is clear to hear in his words, “It’ll definitely involve me moving in with you, same as you moving in here. So, that’s the choice, Teach.”
I don’t look away from him as I make the choice to be brave. “I’ll stay here for now.”
When he kisses me this time, it feels like a reward. “Thank you,” he mumbles. “It’ll be easier for me to keep you safe here.”
“I figured,” I tease him.
When he pulls out of me, I feel the loss immediately. He steps into the bathroom, and I lay back in bed, expecting him to get in the shower or something. Which is why I let out a screech of surprise when I’m suddenly lifted and cradled against Titus’s hard chest.
My biker laughs. The asshole actually laughs at me, and I swat his shoulder knowing full well it’s not going to hurt him. Hell, he’ll probably barely feel it with how muscular he is.
“Conserving water is always smart,” he explains as he walks us into the bathroom, the water already warming up.
When he wiggles his eyebrows at me, I can’t help but laugh. Then he sets me on my feet and proceeds to wash me from head to toe. His gray eyes are filled with heat the entire time, but he stays in control and keeps his touch intimate, but not sexual.
By the time we’re clean, dressed, and walking out of his room, I’m almost too satisfied to be nervous. Almost.
But it’s not like these are strangers; they’re my neighbors and former classmates. We’ll all have to figure it out.
Because I have a feeling Titus won’t let me go anytime soon. What I’m not willing to admit just yet is that I don’t want him to.
He makes me feel something I’ve never felt before and it’s much more than just desire. I want it to be forever, but it’s scary.
“Come on, Teach,” he kisses my temple as he leads me down the hallway. “I think it’s time for everyone to meet the new queen.”
My heart pounds in my chest while I try to trust his words and hope my nerves don’t show.