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“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, giving her a chance to change her mind all the while praying to God Almighty that she doesn’t. Stopping would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but if that’s what she wanted I’d do it. I’d do anything for her.

“Don’t you dare,” she says, grinning at me. Gripping my dripping cock, I line it up with her opening and slide into her. She’s painfully tight, and I love it. I feed her cunt each inch like it’s sustenance. I pause when I reach her cherry. Fuck, every muscle in my body is tense in anticipation.

“Baby?” I say through clenched teeth. She’s so fucking pure. I almost feel bad for taking her like this, but that’s short lived.

“Do it. It’s yours, Ollie. I waited for you,” she pants, circling her hips. I don’t have time to unpack any of that right now. I push forward. She doesn’t stop, instead she arches her back and accepts all nine inches.

“Oh God. You’re so big. I love it,” she cries, her nails clawing into my back as she tries to get me even closer to her.

As soon as I’m fully seated inside of her tight heat, I pull all the way out and slam back into her. Over and over, I slam into her. Her shudders of pleasure under me are too much to bear. She moans my name over and over. Reaching between us, I rub her clit under her pussy tightens even more around me. “Oliver!” she screams, and I’ve never loved my formal ass name more than when she says it. I fill her with my seed, so much fucking seed. My only thought is breeding her. She’ll look amazing round with my child. I have no idea if she’s on birth control or not, but it doesn’t matter.

She’s mine.

Forever.

I spend the next week balls deep inside of my love. I’ve lost track of how many times in how many places I’ve filled her full of my seed. It really doesn’t matter; I’m never leaving her side again. I want her again, but I know she’s exhausted as I watch her sleep on the plane as we begin our descent into the Big Apple.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

JANUARY

ONE WEEK LATER

“Where is your head baby?”

“What?” I ask, startled out of my daydream. “Oh I’m sorry. Just thinking,” I tell him, trying not to blush so much.

“Yeah, I gathered that, baby.” He bites the side of my neck while we wait our turn to get on the elevator to ride up the Empire State Building. Without thought, I move my neck giving him access, never mind the fact that we are surrounded by people. Ever since that night when he took my virginity, we have been going at it like rabbits. Mostly at night because we are usually out and about during the day but if he finds a place where we can be alone, he takes it.

The truth is, lately I have been having a crisis of conscience. On one hand I know for a fact I am falling in love with him if not already one hundred percent there. When I am with him I am more me than I have ever been. I feel safe, cherished, loved, heard and like the only person in the world. He is attentive, loving, perceptive and not to mention growly and possessive and I love it.

On the other hand I can’t help asking myself if this is real. Is what I am feeling real? Is it proximity, you know? Maybe all these weeks together, traveling, sleeping in close quarters, sharing things we have never told others has made things seem more than what it is? And what can come of this? When this is over then what? I mean we live in two separate states with two different lives. Even as I say it my hand goes to my stomach. We have not used protection once and I know it is playing with fire. I’m not dumb, but when the hottest man you have ever met tells you he is going to breed you so you can’t ever leave him, what do you do besides gush all over him and let him have what he wants.

He has been amazing through this process. I would not be able to get through this without his support. A few days ago we met Hugo and his wife Gretchen. He was a funny guy. A hefty gentleman about Oliver’s age with a wife and eight kids. When I told him about my journey and asked him if it was possible it was him, he laughed and said there was no way he would let his kids be spread around the world. He was funny. We stayed and played games with his kids and ate dinner with them. He was like a warm uncle you look forward to seeing during the holidays. We still have one more name to see while we are here. I am not holding my breath but who knows.

Finally, it's our turn to go up and we are squeezed on this elevator with other people putting my back flush against Oliver’s front. “God, your ass is making me hard,” he whispers in my ear even though I am sure the others can hear it. His hand slips under my shirt and I physically shake from his touch like I always do. His fingers begin to slide down the top of my skirt and then the elevator sounds and stops. “Damn. Just when I was getting hungry,” he says before biting my ear and smacking my ass.

Together we walk off the elevator, me a whole lot more flushed than when I got on it and suddenly I am facing something spectacular. “Oh my gosh,” I say when I walk out further. “This is amazing.” He walks behind me and whispers in my ear.

“No, you are amazing.” Nuzzling into his kiss, I gasp when I feel my skirt lift up. “Not a fucking sound baby. You got me all worked up rubbing that luscious ass on me, now you’re going to finish it. Just look through the binoculars like a good girl and take this dick.” Is he really going to do this now? He can’t be…then I hear his zipper and feel my panties being pulled to the side. Before I can pretend to protest he is stuffing his cock inside of me, the fit is incredibly tight since he didn't spread my legs.

“Oh shit,” I shout louder than I mean to.Smack.

“If one of these men hear your moans I am going to lose my damn mind. Now shut the fuck up.” He barely moves. The fit is so snug, but it makes it more intense. “God, this pussy is so good. So fucking wet and warm. You fit me so well, baby. Just like we were meant for each other.” My pussy flutters at his words because my heart loves them. “You like that don’t you? That’s why you’ve been letting me breed you, huh baby? Then you can stop fighting the inevitable in your head,” he says, licking up the side of my neck. I didn’t even know my neck was an erogenous zone until him. I’m literally biting my tongue to stop from crying out. “Shit, I can’t hold it in. Are you almost there, hazel eyes?” I nod my head, tears leaving my eyes from the intensity. “Thank fuck. Come, baby.”

I fall over the edge of the even though I am still on top of one of the tallest buildings. I don’t just fall over the edge of bliss; I fall the rest of the way right into love. Now what?

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

OLIVER

Telling her to shut the fuck up was hotter than I thought it would be. I thought for sure she’d be pissed but she was into it. That might have been because my cock was shoved so deep inside her cunt that anything I said would make her hot, but damn. That was hours ago though. She’s in a pretty spa on 5th Avenue that she made an appointment at. It’s the first time since we started this trip that I find myself alone and I don’t like it.

I’m walking down the street when a famous jewelry store comes up on my right. Almost without thinking, I open the door and walk inside. I look around and find that everything is overpriced, but beautiful. I end up buying a simple round cut diamond ring, but now it’s burning a hole in my pocket because I to give it to her.

Earlier, we went to see Jackson Abrams, but he wasn’t the guy. She’s starting to close down. She’s not as vibrant as she’s been and I can’t help thinking because the next stop is Chicago, her home town.

I’m outside the spa when she’s ready and we head back to the hotel.

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