She looks down, shaking her head. “What if I’m pregnant.”
“What?” I ask. “Did you take a test or something?”
“No,” she says. “It’s too soon for that. I just mean… You wouldn’t have used a condom. If we did, I mean.”
I sigh, feeling the moment start to slip away. My hand is still against her, but she’s not focused on that now. “Probably not. No.”
“What would we do?”
“If you were pregnant?” I ask. “Let’s talk about this later.”
“It’s important,” she says.
“Fuck,” I groan. “If you were pregnant we’d make it work. Okay?”
Something passes across her features that I can’t quite put my finger on. “Like how? How would we make it work.”
“Shit, I don’t know. We’d have to find a way to stand each other’s company long enough to raise the kid I guess.”
“You mean you wouldn’t pressure me to get an abortion? Because I don’t believe in--”
“Hell no,” I say. “If there’s a baby in there, I want to meet it. Simple as that. But people try for months and years to get pregnant. I doubt one time would be enough.”
“But there’s a chance,” she says.
“Yeah,” I say with exasperation. “There’s a chance.”
“Reid... Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to laugh or think I’m crazy.”
“I promise,” I say, hoping all this talk hasn’t gotten her out of the mood. But I’m getting the feeling this was something she needs off her chest, and no amount of passion could have stopped it from coming first.
“I was scared at first, when I knew I could be pregnant. It terrified me. But now… I can’t stop hoping it’s true. I want to have the baby. And I feel like a complete and total idiot. Maybe I’m having a midlife crisis a little early or something, but--”
I kiss her hard to stop her from saying more. She wants to have the baby. She wants to have my baby. Goddamn. All rational thought blurs into incoherent noise and my lust takes over. She wants to have my fucking baby, and knowing that drives me up the fucking wall with hunger.
I grip her ass and lift her, hastily unzipping my pants and pulling them down to free my cock. I grip myself and guide my entire length into her in one thrust. She cries out, eyes squeezing shut with pleasure and pain.
“You’re so fucking warm,” I growl. “So fucking tight.”
“You’re so big,” she breathes.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I ask, pounding into her so hard the salt shakers on top of the fridge clink together.
“God. Yes. Reid.”
I force my hand up her dress, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, stripping it from her and letting it fall to the ground. I slide my hand under her dress, which is bunched at her hips, and cup her full tits, feeling her nipples hardening instantly into nubs against my touch. The softness of her skin and the tightness of her pussy are putting me dangerously close to being over the edge, and it’s way too soon for that. As much as I desperately need to cum, I don’t want to waste this. I want her to have the orgasm of her life.
I grip her waist with both hands beneath her ass and push her up the fridge, helping her to slide her thighs around my shoulders. My cock comes free, still slick with her wetness and aching for more, but there’s no way in hell I’m rushing this. Magnets are knocked out of the way as I push her up and they clatter to the ground. Her slick pussy is in front of me and I don’t waste any time. My tongue flicks across her clit, circling slowly as I suck and kiss my way over every inch of her. I bring my hand around to work her with my thumb while I plunge my tongue inside her entrance. She clenches against me, and her walls close in around my tongue. I love every second of it, and even with her thighs pressing against my ears and muting my hearing, I can feel the vibrations of her moans through her skin.
I bring her as close to the edge as I can without pushing her over. I want her to cum while I’m inside her, and I want her so turned on and desperate for it that she lets go of all her inhibitions.
“You want my cock, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Beg me.”
“Please,” she says, eyebrows pulling together as she breathes in heavy lungfuls of air. “Please, give it to me.”
I smirk. “Good girl.” I ease her legs off my shoulders and let her back down, turning her to face the fridge. I can see the edges of her tits pillowing out to her sides and I run my hand down the smooth curve of her arched back, slapping her perfectly round ass. I ease my cock in and grip her hips, pounding into her soaking pussy relentlessly. I know she’s on the edge, and she’s going to cum any second. I thrust into her, finding my rhythm as my hips slap against her ass and goosebumps rise up on her skin.
I’m going to cum soon, and I know she is too. I lean forward slightly to squeeze one of her tits and suck on her neck. I drive my cock deeper into her, panting against her skin, fighting back the explosion of pleasure as long as I can. Just when I think I can’t hold it back any longer, she throws her head back and gasps so loud I’m worried Roman might hear. Her walls tense around my cock as her pussy tries to milk the cum from me.
As much as the thought of her wanting my baby turned me on, I was still planning on pulling out. I really was. But as soon as I feel the warm walls of her pussy tighten around my cock, I know I’m lost. I bury myself up to the hilt, loving the way her soft ass feels against me, and I cum so hard it’s like a fucking explosion is going off. My cock pulses, releasing wave after wave of hot cum deep inside her, and she doesn’t even budge. She squirms against me, rocking her hips slightly, showing no sign at all of reservations about what just happened.
“Your mine now,” I growl.
12
Sandra
Tara sits on the other side of the table at Red’s Barbecue. She’s wearing oversized sunglasses and has her lips pursed thoughtfully as she scans the menu. Normally, the sunglasses indoors things rubs me the wrong way, but right now I don’t feel like I could meet her eyes, so I’m grateful. I can still feel a faint soreness between my legs from where her ex-husband’s huge cock was last night.