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He stared into my eyes as he rode me, harder and faster with each thrust. It was like watching the heavy metal wheels of a train in motion, he was going that hard. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up, then leaned back so he was on his knees. I looked up at him in awe as he used the new angle to fit his cock inside me in a totally different way. He grinned at me for a split second as I moaned. Then he was grunting and huffing as the pleasure over took us both.
This orgasm hit me even harder. With my hips up like that, I had no traction. I couldn’t bear down on his cock, or hold tight to him, or even grab the pillows. I was shaking so hard I would have fallen off the bed without his hands and his cock holding my hips in place. He thrust a few more times, hard and deep. Then he closed his eyes as he unloaded deep inside me. I could feel how much come he was putting inside me. I could feel every drop.
That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t a stupid girl. I’d taken sex ed in high school. I knew we’d just done something pretty stupid.
“We didn’t…” I gasped out as I shivered and shook. “We didn’t use a condom.”
He stared deep into my eyes, holding my pussy down on his cock.
“I know.”
“What if… what if I get pregnant?”
He didn’t move. Just stared at me.
“I want you to get pregnant. I want you to have my babies. Lots of them.”
I came a little bit harder when he said that. I realized what he was doing. He was holding my hips up on his cock so we didn’t lose a drop. He really was trying to impregnate me.
But somehow, I wasn’t mad. I was glad. Deep inside, I knew that I’d always wanted his seed. I wanted his baby.
Hearing him say it out loud made it real. It made me realize he wanted something more than just ‘scratching the itch.’ Maybe we could even… be a family.
“Yes, Shane. Yes.”
He grunted in pleasure as I felt his shaft twitch deep inside me. Saying we both wanted a baby had changed what we were doing. It wasn’t just sex. We were trying to procreate. And it had made us both come extra hard.
He held me like that for the longest time, keeping my hips where he wanted them, Keeping his shaft inside me so he didn’t lose a drop. Both of us just breathing hard and staring at each other, as little aftershocks of pleasure overtook us. When he finally tugged himself free, he held me, kissing my cheek and neck, wrapped around me with his hand on my belly until he fell asleep.
I woke up early, staring at Shane beside me. We were still entangled together, like real lovers. We were lovers. It had finally happened.
I smiled happily and hid my face.
The girls had been right.
I bit my lip, remembering how he’d said he wanted to make me pregnant. How he wanted lots of babies with me. That meant he wanted me for real. Not just sex. Not just friendship. He wanted to start a family with me.
I gently extricated myself from him, lifting his heavy arm and lowering it gently onto a pillow. He mumbled something and rolled over until he was on his stomach, facing me. I giggled silently at the way he looked. So big and muscular and adorable, with his bare ass in the air and his tousled hair boyishly falling over his forehead.
Even with his tats and big body, he looked like a little boy when he was sleeping like that. He even had a faint smile on his face.
I tiptoed out to pee, made some coffee, and grabbed my sketch pad. I stood in the doorway, biting my lip and deciding whether I was brave enough. When Shane let out a low snore, I decided the coast was clear.
I tiptoed in and sat across the room from him in the 1950s wingback chair. I sipped my coffee and started to sketch him. It was a labor of love, each stroke, each shadow adding up to create this beautiful amazing man. This man who had changed my life and given me a home. This man who wanted to give me a family.
When I was done, I tucked the pad behind the dresser and crawled back into bed with him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Shane
My body felt like lead. Heavy and solid and good. Satisfied. And I immediately knew why. I rolled over and reached for her. Even without even thinking about it, I knew what was different. I knew it was her.
Parker.
The girl I’d been afraid to want. And even more afraid of how much I wanted her. Afraid of not being good enough for her. Afraid of not being around long enough to take care of her, protect her and the babies I desperately wanted to have with her.
