“Yes!” I cry hoarsely. “I’ll—marry you! Please...”
An evil smile overtakes his face as he slowly works his jeans and briefs down and kicks them away. His cock looks painfully hard, almost as if he’d shared in my torment. Rubbing himself through my drenched folds, he notches the tip to my entrance. “You are my woman, and I—fuck it,” he hisses and hides his face away.
What was he going to say? It’s as if he’s holding something back from me. An important something, because this isn’t the first time he’s done it, cutting himself off in the same spot. But I toss that worry behind me for later reflection because right now, only one thing matters—him putting me out of my misery. Lowering down, he takes my lips in a rough kiss, hips moving forward in a powerful thrust.
“Fuuuck,” he groans out in a low tone, throwing his head back in masculine bliss as we both relish the simple intimacy of him being inside me. “Fucking hell, kitten. You feel so tight around me.”
I love when he talks dirty to me, but right now, I just really want to come. I need it more than anything in the world. Wrapping around him like a monkey, I pull him down and weakly drag my teeth down a line of black ink on his neck. “Fuck. Me. Now,” I wheeze.
A shiver ripples over his tense shoulders, and he curses in my ear. An animal unleashed, he takes me wildly in unrestrained passion. Delicious pressure rubs against my clit with every upward motion; every downward stroke leaving me empty until he fills me again. Broken grunts and gasps fill the room as he claims me, heart and soul. “My fucking woman. Mine.” His chest scrapes the sensitive, beaded tips of my nipples, sending painful streaks of pleasure shooting to my clit.
Thrust, grind.
Glide, hip swivel.
Press, gasp.
Urgency builds deep within me, the crest rising again, and I have a sudden, terrifying sensation in my bladder. Of all freaking times to have to go to the bathroom. But there’s no ignoring this insistent pressure. “Connor!” I squirm in place and push him. “Get out. I—I have to...to... I have to pee!”
My legs fall away in preparation to run to the bathroom, but before I can stop myself, liquid soaks the both of us and the sheets. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” I close my eyes on a humiliated sob, throwing a hand over my face. This can’t be happening to me. “I’m so sorry. So so sorry.”
But Connor doesn’t stop. If anything, his moves pick up in intensity. “Fuck, yeah,” he rumbles above me, lips grazing mine with every breathless word as a big hand cradles a stinging cheek. “My sweet little wildcat, look at me. It’s not pee; you squirted. So fucking hot.”
I didn’t pee on him? He’s...not grossed out? He doesn’t give me a chance to stay miserable, because he gives me more of his weight and tunnels in and out of me in hard, deep thrusts.
Al...most... there...
He touches something deep inside me on his next pass, forcing my mouth open in a silent scream as I convulse around his cock in rapid pulses.
As if waiting for my submission, he gives a few faltering pumps and then chuffs in my ear, tickling my eardrum with the vibrations of his groans. With a final breath, he kisses me for long seconds before lifting up to stare at me in dark wonder, hips working lazily back and forth inside me. “Three days.”
My worn-out mind runs in all directions, not knowing what he means. “Three...?”
Connor slowly pulls out of me, running his hand through the wetness seeping from my core and onto my thighs. “Tomorrow, we pick out a ring. Whatever kind you want—no exceptions.” The hand between my thighs raises to trace his essence onto my lips. “Fuck, baby girl.” With a low groan, he kisses it off of me, tongue meeting mine to transfer the taste. I lick back at him weakly, still eager to please him.
“Day after that, we’re going to meet my folks.” A small moan escapes me as he dips his fingers inside my pussy to gather more liquid to smear onto each nipple. God, that’s so hot.
Back to my pussy he goes, peering up at me through thick lashes too beautiful for a man. “And the day after that”—he pauses to play with my still-throbbing core—“we’re going to the courthouse to get a marriage license.”
My mouth opens, but all that leaves is a grunted wheeze as he shoves two thick fingers inside me. “Rosanna,” he tsks. “Look at all of this you’re letting go to waste. You’re supposed to keep it inside you, kitten. Tighten around me.”
This fucking man. Gathering strength to my exhausted body, I widen my legs and tense my inner muscles around his fingers, my own fingertips coming up to softly pet my sensitive nipples still coated in his cum.
“Yes. That’s my kitten.” Fingers leave me, only to scoop up more. “This is where my cum belongs. Deep inside you.” Relaxation softening the edges of his eyes, they darken with masculine satisfaction as his digits fuck the sticky fluid back into me, thumb polishing my sensitive clit. “Now clench. Yes...such a good girl. My good girl.”
His words of praise make me feel younger than my years, but I bask in the warmth they bring to my soul even as my legs twitch at the post-orgasm stimulation.His good girl.Sex has nevereverbeen like this before. And I never would have dreamed that not being allowed to come would make the resulting orgasm so...so mind-blowing.
When all of his cum is either dried on my legs or shoved back inside me, he drags me into a tight embrace and kisses my forehead. “Rosanna Shay.” He tastes the words, savoring them, and I have to admit that it’s a beautiful combination. “My woman.”
Boneless in his arms, I’m sated beyond belief but restless. He senses it, because he tips my chin up to study me. “How are you feeling, baby? You all right?”
Along with my breath, I carefully collect my words before hesitantly releasing them. “This is a huge step, Connor, being a husband and”—I can barely get the next word out—“father to two babies that aren’t even yours.” I can’t deny that flutters ran through me earlier when he told Dr. Blackwell that he was the father. If this is real, I could have the family that I’ve always wanted. One where the kids grow up knowing they were loved by their parents.
His arms tighten and draw me closer. “Oh, Rosanna. What do I have to do to make you believe me? I’m not some young fuckhead that doesn’t want to take responsibility and be a man. No, I know what I’m getting out of this—a beautiful wife who I love more than anything in this world, and two babies that I’m going to spoil the absolute shit out of. Babies that are part of you. That’s what makes them mine. We’ve been in this together from the very first time I saw their pictures in the parking lot, kitten.”
He was the first person I’ve told. The one who went with me to the doctor. The one who helped me stitch the torn ultrasound pictures back together. Overwhelmed with a sudden surge of emotion, I rasp out, “You say you love me, but what if I can’t say it back yet?”
Tenderly sweeping my sweaty tresses from my temple, he whispers the next words against my forehead in a fierce promise that would sound threatening in any other setting. “But you will, Rosanna. You will.”
