“Of course not, that’s my job. There’s nothing that you could do to get rid of me.”
She touches my chest tentatively, smoothing over the hair that covers my pecs, an expression of wonder on her face.
I cover her fingers with mine, holding them in place over my heart. “We’re fate, Taylor. You’re my person, and I’m yours. I love you. And I swear, if you aren’t pregnant, we’ll rectify that. You’ll find I’mverythorough in getting what I want.”
“Really?” she asks breathlessly.
“I’ll fill you up here.” I cup her between the legs, crudely, and she gasps, but immediately leans into my touch. “Until it’s leaking out however hard we try to keep it in. Until my come is dripping down your thighs.”
I slide my hand up until I reach the perfect swell of her tits. “Then I’ll cover and fill you in other places. All over your belly.” I tweak her nipple and my cock throbs in sympathy. “On your tits. They’ll look beautiful covered in my claim.”
“Kon.” She grabs my shoulders and a growl rises in my chest.
“No, zhizn moya.” I take her hands and bring them to the small of her back. “Be a good girl for me and hold on here.”
She trembles, but nods.
“Your mouth too.” I touch my finger to her lips. “You’re stunning like this.”
Her eyes light.
“My good girl. I’ll fill you here too. Hold your head and make you choke on my fat cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” The filthy words spill from me, the need to own her is almost overwhelming.
She nods eagerly. “I’d like you to make me.”
The surge of blood and pleasure at her confession is a drug. I am addicted.
“You’d like my hand in my hair as I force my cock into your throat.”
That image has pre-come beading at my tip. Filthy, forbidden ideas are hot with Taylor in a way it isn’t with anyone else.
I held back, but now?Fuck it.
“First, I’m going to ensure you’re pregnant.”
24
TAYLOR
“I need younow, Taylor.” He rips at his boxers with one hand and grabs at my yoga pants with the other. “I have to be inside you. I can’t wait another second. I?—”
A vicious ripping sound shocks me, but only makes me even hotter as cool air touches my bottom. He’s released his cock—huge, throbbing, with a bead of moisture at the tip.
Beautiful, in a raw, masculine way.
“Please,” he rasps.
And my god, him begging in a voice like gravel is another turn-on I didn’t know I wanted, but now it’s happened I can’t live without it.
“Get on my cock.” He urges me forwards on his lap and shoves my ruined yoga pants and knickers down.
Then he has me where he wants me, and his hands are on my hips and mine on his cock to line us up. The hot, silk-covered steel tip of him slides over my clit and I whimper as he notches at my entrance.
“Taylor,” he groans, sounding in pain. “I’m crazy for you. Let me have you again. I think of that night I had you, constantly. Please, I need to feel you come on my cock again, zhizn moya.”
He holds my gaze as he pushes us together.
There’s pinch, then he’s inside me, and I could cry from how right it feels as he invades me. Breaks me open. But I’m so wet, there’s no resistance.
