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I’m not sure how long we’ve been writhing like this, caught in this endless moment, but it feels like forever but not long enough. It feels like we could’ve been doing this for the past week, fucking and fusing, collapsing into each other, our moans and snarls clashing and joining with the music of the rain.
I lean down and crush my body against hers, and she wraps her arms around me, squeezing tight.
“Tell me you’re close,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me you’re going to cream like a good little virgin.”
“I’m close.” She gasps, digging her fingernails into my back. “And I’m going to… I’m going to…”
She cries out and starts to buck and vibrate, twitching on my dick so that I can feel her pleasure.
I lean back again so I can gaze down at her, staring as her eyelids flutter and her lips twist to the side. Like she can barely take this. Like she can barely believe it.
I stare down between us where our bodies join, at my cock slams into her, and watch as her thick white cream slides down my dick. There’s so much of that perfect cream, more and more of it spilling out every second until it’s like she’s never going to stop.
“Your tits,” I growl. “Grab your…”
I don’t need to finish the demand as my angel buries her hands in her breasts, giving me the most perfect picture to consume as I keep pounding into her.
My cock doesn’t even feel real anymore. It feels like starlight. It feels like it’s on fire. There’s so much buzzing, humming, all-consuming energy moving up and down my shaft. It’s like a miniature nuclear bomb is going off between us, threatening to turn us to rubble.
Her perfect little hands squeeze her breasts, toy with her nipples, as my balls swell to breaking point.
“Do it,” she cries, reaching up with one hand and clawing onto my cheek. “Together, we can do it together.”
I know she’s talking about the orgasm, but I can’t help but let her words wrap around me.
We can do it together… the future, a family, we can make it all okay. We have to. Because I can’t go back to my old life after meeting her, my woman, after claiming her like this.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My balls swell and burn and suddenly my seed is shooting up my shaft, a whole ocean of it, making me fall atop her and bite down softly on her shoulder. I keep my teeth buried there as I roar, stifled, as the tip of my cock explodes a million times in the space of a second.
I’ve never felt heat like this, it’s searing, my seed scorching as it shoots out of my cock.
Finally, I let her shoulder go, as the last of my seed pumps into her.
Leaning back, I kiss the place I bit, my mark, and then move up her neck to her cheek. She turns her face and our lips collide.
Still inside of her – but wilting now – we kiss deeply, moaning as our tongues stroke, clash.
We make wordless promises as we kiss – that we’re in this together, that everything’s going to be okay, that no matter what happens, we’re going to make sure we have a future together.
Breaking it off, I hold my lips against hers, feeling the shape of her smile against my face.
“I think we just did it,” I tell her.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” she whispers. “And wondering if it makes me crazy.”
“No surprise there,” I teased lightly. “But really, my angel, I think we did. I think we just made a baby.”
She runs her hands through my hair. “What if we really did, Roman? What then?”
“We have our future.” I drop to the side, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close to me. “We have a family, little footsteps running up and down the hallways. We have Christmases by the fire and summers by the lake.”
“Hopefully summers without freak storms, huh?”
“Exactly.” I chuckle, leaning forward to kiss her sweaty forehead. “And I have the best part of all, angel. I have you. I get to watch you with our children. I get to watch you become the mother I know you can be.”
“I want it.” She blinks and tears fill her eyes, sliding down her cheeks. “But we both know what we have to do first. And we both know it might never happen. I’m sorry, Roman. I want to lie here and talk about the future as if it’s all going to be perfect and nothing could possibly get in the way. But…”
She stares hard at me, as though begging me to see her point.
“I know.” I slide my fingers through her hair, smoothing it out of her way. “We have to tell Millie.”
She nods fiercely a few times, as though ramping herself up for it. “Should we call her?”
