“Deal,” she whispers, sliding her fingers into my hair. “You, either.”
“I exist for you.” I’m still shouting, but I can’t seem to stop. Locking our mouths together, I rear back with my hips and pound home, growling at the way her fingernails turn to claws on my scalp. “God, I need this.” I ease out to the tip, then grind back into her wet heat. “Need to come in that sweet, little pussy. It never stops taunting me. Not for a second.”
“It’s yours to play with, daddy,” she gasps, the force of my thrusts driving her up and back on the rug. “Come inside me as deep as you want. I won’t tell.”
“Fuck. Fuck.” My balls grow unbearably heavy with what feels like melted steel. Our games never fail to drive me to the brink faster than expected, and this time is no exception. I pin her knees at her sides and bury my cock between her legs with brutal thrusts, again and again, my mouth sucking at her neck. Leaving marks.
Her tight flesh begins to spasm around mine and she starts to wiggle around beneath me, little mewling noises filling the air between us. “Carver. Daddy…” Her thighs lock around my waist, hips rising to meet my drives. “Oh, please. Please. Oh…”
“Who protects you?”
“You,” she rasps, her body stringing tight as a bow. “My king.”
I pump deep and grind my base on her clit. “Who fucks you?”
“Only you.”
“Who loves you?”
“You!” Lainey screams, her body vibrating with an orgasm. “God. Oh, God. I love you, too.”
“Coming inside my princess,” I grit out, my cock jerking to let out the seed. Knots in my lower back and stomach loosen, that insistent, lust-crazed pressure easing. And it should spell relief for me, but I want to brand her with more than my body. I press our heads together and let her feel me shake. “Feel what you do to me? You make your giant tremble,” I say against her mouth. “That’s nothing compared to what you do to my heart. Nothing.”
She kisses me, moisture leaking from her eyes. “You do the same to mine.”
My heart brims with contentment. The kind that lasts forever.
Epilogue
Lainey
6 months later…
I dig through my makeup bag trying to find my pills.
“Carver,” I call out, and he’s there within seconds. “I can’t find my pills,” I say as I rifle through the medicine cabinet thinking maybe I put them away. Carver starts looking, too. “I swear they were right here.” I went on the pill after we found out I wasn’t pregnant. Wanting to still have little bit more time to ourselves but lately I’ve been second guessing it.
I point next to my toothbrush, which is where I always leave them. They never move from that spot. Carver lifts up the bathroom mat as if they could somehow have fallen under there. I study his movements around the bathroom as he looks behind the shower curtain and my suspicions are raised. I smell something fishy as I watch him look for my pills in the craziest places.
I clear my throat to make him look at me and wait for him to turn around. I put my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes. “Carver.”
A hint of a blush coats his cheeks. I had a feeling this was coming and I’m not even shocked. Nor do I even really care. Having his babies isn’t something that’s scary for me. I just wanted to wait until we were settled.
“You don’t need them and I don’t like them,” he finally says, his voice low and defiant. “They keep me from breeding you. I don’t like that they stop me from making you mine.”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “If we have a baby I can’t give you all my attention,” I remind him.
“I want a family with you, and that means sharing your attention.” He caresses the small patch of skin above the waist of my jean shorts. “I know you want a baby, too. I want to see your belly round and pregnant.”
“You want me to get fat and waddle around?” I laugh. I love my caveman.
“You could use some more meat on your bones.” His hands move to my hips now, gripping me on both sides.
I’ve always been small, but I still find reasons to provoke him. I love when he goes a little crazy.
“You don’t like the way I look?” I glance up at him through my lashes and watch as his eyes grow big and I see him start to panic that he might have upset me.
“You’re perfect,” he says before clenching his jaw.
“Well you just said—”
He cuts me off by picking me up and setting my ass on the bathroom counter.
“I want something that’s both you and me together.” He cups my face with gentle hands and I see the pleading look in his eyes.