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I feel us moving, but I am too busy swallowing his tongue, trying to keep it inside of my mouth. When my ass hits the bed, I cry out at the loss of his mouth on mine. “Sam,” I whine, not wanting him to change his mind.
“Don’t worry, precious, I am not going anywhere.” If he keeps making me feel like this, me neither.
CHAPTER10
SAMUEL
Fuck.It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside of her. Kissing her isn’t enough, but it feels real now that I’ve got her in my bed. More real than the first time. When I claimed her cherry and made her mine. This time, she’ll know it’s me. It’s fucking insane how jealous I am of myself. I rip myself away from her lips and pull her shirt over her head, getting my fill of her curves. She tries to cover herself in modesty, but I push her hands away. I want to see what’s mine. What will be mine for-fucking-ever.
“Don’t hide from me, Scarlett,” I tell her. “I want to see you. I want to touch every inch of your body with my tongue, lips, and cock. Let me in, Scarlett.”
“You can see me,” she says, laying her hands flat on the mattress as a blush begins to creep down from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. The pale pink that rises there reminds me just how virginal she was the first time I took her, but it’s not lost on me how fucked up this whole thing is. She doesn’t even know I was the man who took her virginity. That I am the man who wore her fucking blood like a trophy. The irrational jealousy from before flares up again.Fuck, think of something else, dickhead,I tell myself as I run my hands over her body.
Pulling the cups of her bra down, I suck one of her nipples into her mouth. She tastes like vanilla, something that is all her, something I can’t put my finger on. I swirl my tongue around her nipple until it is a stiff peak, then I bite it. She cries out and grinds her body against me. It’s the best feeling in the world, one I can’t do without any longer.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Scarlett. Tell me you know that.” She doesn’t respond with anything other than a moan. Fuck, that sound goes straight to my balls. She doesn’t know what she does to me, but I will be telling her very fucking soon, but this can’t happen again. She has to be in my bed every night from this moment forward. I won’t be taking no for an answer.
“Sam. Please… please don’t stop,” she begs, and my cock is harder than it ever has been before. I’m leaking precum like it’s going out of style just from kissing her. I move over to her other nipple and suck it hard, then I move down her body, pulling her leggings down as I go. Then her pretty pussy is in my face; I can’t help it; I have to taste her. I lick her slit up and down before sliding two fingers into her and continue lashing my tongue across her clit. She grabs a fist full of my hair and pushes her pussy harder into my face. This is what Heaven tastes like, for sure.
“Come for me, Scarlett,” I demand, my voice no more than a growl. My thoughts run rampant with my wild desires for her. I want it all with her. A family with her is a necessity at this point. I’ve craved it since the moment I saw her.
“Sam!” she screams as I am rewarded with a flood of her sweet cream. I lap it up and move back up her body. I have to be inside her now; I almost came from eating her out. Shaking my head, I stare down at her. She’s looking up at me like I hung the fucking moon. I barely get my clothes off before slamming my cock into her. As soon as I am inside her, I must stop because I am about to blow. My balls instantly tightened up. I knew this would be over embarrassingly quickly if I didn’t. Fuck. She is so tight and so wet. I could die right now and be happy about it.
“Fuck,” I shout as her tight cunt squeezes the shit out of my cock. In and out, I thrust my hips, and she meets me each time. Leaning down, I kiss her before dragging my face down her neck. I suck on her neck like a motherfucking teenager, but I want the world to see that she’s mine. Suddenly, I remember that she’s pregnant with my baby. I already bred her. She just doesn’t know that it was me that did it. God damn, I fuck her harder and harder until she comes, screaming my name. I fill her little pussy with my seed, roaring her name like the fucking beast I am. She brings this out in me. She has me doing things I would never do except for her. I keep coming, just in case my seed didn’t take the first time. She’s going to be so beautiful when she’s full of my kid.
I pull out of her, and she whines at the loss. She grabs at my chest and pulls me down to her. Our lips meet, and our tongues dance. Gone is the shy girl from the first time we had sex; in her place is this vixen. She knows what she wants, and right now, that’s me. She has no idea how that hot is to me.
Fuck, I love this woman. It would be crazy to say it now. I know that, without a doubt, she’ll run. I’d do anything to keep her by my side.
Several times throughout the night, I take her again and again. By dawn, she’s exhausted and sleeping soundly. After kissing her forehead, I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom. I jog most mornings at six, and I am already running behind. After I get out of the bathroom, I take one last look at her before heading to my closet to get dressed, knowing I’m the luckiest man in the world.
CHAPTER11
SCARLETT
TWO DAYS LATER
I am in a dream.I have to be. There is no way this is my reality. A reality, might I add, that I have been trying not to bring up right now. I am so flabbergasted and shocked at the last two days that I can’t seem to bring myself to believe it is real.
Two days ago, I decided to leave. To face the truth and see that all he was doing was about pity. When he realized I was leaving, he took me to his bedroom, stripped us both, and made love to me. I am calling it love because nothing else would have felt that beautiful and powerful. For hours he told me how beautiful I was and how much he cared for me. He hinted at things I didn’t know, but I was so lust and pleasure drunk by then I didn't give a moment's thought.
Between time spent between the sheets, we ate, laughed, talked about our childhoods, and told each other our dreams. Hell, he even talked me into shopping for the baby, after he fucked me into submission and made me swear I would keep it. He swore to me he would help me raise it, and the crazy thing is, I believe him. Then, last night, the dam broke.
I was sleeping, slumbering between trying to wake up to go to the bathroom and wanting to sleep forever because I am exhausted from all the aerobics. I assume he got out of bed with the thought that I was asleep, and it was the first time I saw the back of him naked. Yeah, I know, but in hindsight, I can see how careful he was to conceal that part of himself.
See, he would wait for me to go to the bathroom or walk downstairs before he got up and put a shirt on. When we were in bed, I mean, let’s be blunt, it was me on my knees, not him. And no matter how much I asked him to join me in the shower or tub, he protested, saying it was my time to relax and if he joined me, relaxing wouldn't happen. So, I let it go. Then last night, he slipped out of bed, and I rolled over as he was walking to the bathroom, and there it was, staring at me like an exclamation point.
The night of the masquerade ball, I saw the back of the man who rocked my world and then changed it. He had a massive tattoo of a panther on his back, with claw marks underneath. Well, what do you think I saw on Samuel’s back last night? The exact same tattoo. To say the air was knocked from my lungs is an understatement.
Now, here I am, laying, looking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how the hell my life became so complicated. I mean, I am so not the girl who sleeps with a stranger, gets pregnant, sleeps with her boss and finds out the boss is the stranger. Except I am. I mean, it hit in the middle of the night when his hand was resting on my bare stomach, where he fell asleep rubbing it like he has been doing since the moment he moved me here, that this is his baby. I am pregnant by my boss. The man who has made me fall in love with him. But how do I tell him? Better yet, I keep asking myself how I didn’t pick up on the voice. I remember thinking he sounded familiar, but then he kissed me, and the alcohol and the one glass of wine got to me, and I stopped thinking. Well, now look where I am.
“Are you going to get out of bed, baby?” He walks into the room, all godlike, smiling like the cat that got the cream. My mouth immediately waters, led by my traitorous body that no longer knows how to survive without feeling his weight against me and his arms around me, and his cock inside of me. Leaning down, his mouth moves on top of mine, and everything I was just thinking floats away. Our tongues tangle, saliva moving between us. His hand slides under the sheet, warm and on a mission right to the core of me.
“Sam!” I mewl, ripping my mouth from his. “Please.” I spread my legs wide and welcome his adept fingers into my wet pussy.
“Jesus, precious. You are always so ready for me.” He hooks his fingers in a sweeping motion, and my eyes begin to blur. My body is preparing to release when he pulls his fingers from inside me and licks them. My mouth opens in shock, not sure what to say. “I want nothing more than to make you come, baby. But, as soon as I do, you are going to be asleep again, and you need to eat. The baby needs to eat. Now let’s go.” He swats my ass before handing me his shirt from last night to put on. It is getting harder and harder to tell him.
Walking down the stairs, I am trying to think of a way in. Some way to bring it up, but it all seems wrong and unbelievable. “What’s for breakfast?” I ask him trying to sound interested when really my mind is thinking only of the baby we made without knowing it.
