I felt relief at her words. Not because a baby of Richard's would not be treated as my own, but I wanted my seed to take root in her womb. I wanted to watch the fruit of our joining to swell her belly. Taking hold of her hips, I lifted her up onto her knees so she was high above me. I stroked my hands down her thighs and w
atched as a thick globule of seed dripped from her pussy and onto my belly. My fingers slipped through the wetness on her inner thighs, then over her red and very swollen pussy lips, slipping two fingers inside of her.
"You're coated. Filled. There's no question we will make a baby before the week is out."
Her hips began to shift as she looked down at me. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice growing breathy. I couldn't keep my hands off her. Feeling my seed deep inside of her, watching it slide from her body had me rock hard. Again.
"Because I'm going to show you all the different ways I can fuck you before I let you out of this bed. And there are many. Your pussy's going to be so full of my cum."
Her eyes widened at my words. "There's another way to do it? I didn't even know I could ride you. I'll never be able to ride a horse without blushing."
I grinned. She could ride me anytime she wanted. If I were a stallion to her mare, but it was time to take her like one. Giving her ass a light swat, I gave her my next direction. "On your hands and knees."
"Hey!" she said, surprised by the smacking sound. Charlotte eyed me for a moment, then did as I bid, shifting off of me. Her full breasts swung beneath her as she moved. I sat up and moved behind her, nudging one knee, then the other, wider so I could see all of her offerings. Her pussy lips weren't dainty, but full and lush, better to spread around my cock. And her little pink rosette of her ass. My cock stirred and filled at the thought of taking her there.
As she looked over her shoulder at me, I ran my finger through my seed that thickly coated her and touched it to her back entrance. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't move. I glanced at her. "Ever been fucked in the ass?"
She shook her head slowly.
"I'm going to fuck you here first," I said, slipping my fingers into her drenched pussy. "Soon, I'm going to fuck you here." Coming up onto my knees, I aligned my cock and slid into her pussy in one smooth, slick stroke. Charlotte groaned and I felt the vibration of it in my cock. I would never get enough of her.
CHARLOTTE
Liam didn't let me out of bed the remainder of the day. He went and found some food for us, to keep up our strength he'd said, but that was all. We slept, talked and fucked long after the sun went down. He'd used the word fuck in reference to what he did to me, for it was hot, carnal and oh so decadent. It wasn't anything like what Richard and I had done. There was no comparison. If Liam was worried I'd think about my dead husband while he was fucking me, he had nothing to fear. With Liam, I was wild and lost to everything but how he made me feel.
And the things we did! My cheeks flamed thinking about it. He'd woken me up twice during the night to fuck me. Once he'd stood at the side of the bed, pulled me to the edge and took me, my knees spread wide and pushed back toward my chest. The second time, just before dawn, he'd had me up on my knees as I held onto the headboard as he took me from behind. Only when I'd come had he let me fall asleep, tucked securely in his arms. I was coated in his seed, wet and sticky, but I didn't care. Fucking wasn't neat and tidy. It wasn't done beneath covers with lifted nightgowns. It was carnal and dirty and frantic. Even the scent of our joining filled the air.
I didn't awaken until the sun was high in the sky. Only then did I stir, feeling the delicious aches from all of Liam's attentions. Alone in bed, I sat up and wondered where he had gone. I didn't have time to question as he came through the bedroom door as if he knew I was no longer asleep. He wore his dark pants from the day before, only a button or two of the placket done, and nothing else. His hair was mussed, most definitely from my fingers as I'd grabbed hold of the silky strands. His chest had a light dusting of equally dark hair that ran in a V to his navel and then in a thin line that ran beneath his pants to what I knew was a thatch of dark hair at the base of his very endowed cock.
Liam eyed my breasts as he came over to kiss me. "This is a sight I will wake up to every morning. Unfortunately, it will cause me to be late for work every day."
I grinned. "No bank today?" He owned the bank which made him a very busy—and wealthy—man. With the mines finding thick veins of silver, money was secured within Liam's vault.
He shook his head. "No bank today. I promised Seth Barnes we'd join him for lunch, but otherwise I have you all to myself for the duration."
"Mr. Barnes was a friend of Richard's, although we haven't been formally introduced."
"Yes. We were all friends. Seth knew of my intentions to marry you yesterday and planned this lunch to meet you."
I raised a brow. "Confident, were you?"
"Don't give me that saucy grin. The feelings between us are most definitely mutual." He kissed me again.
"Most definitely," I readily agreed.
He groaned and stepped back. "I wish to fuck you again. I don't think I will ever get enough. But we have an appointment to keep and I do not wish to explain to my friend the very carnal reason for our tardiness."
At the idea of anyone knowing what we did had the smile slipping from my face. Liam ran the back of his knuckles over my cheek. "Don't worry, love. No one will know what we do. Your body is just for me. I've drawn you a bath. You are quite dirty."
"It is all your fault," I pouted. "You've sullied me."
He laughed. "Sullied? That's the word? No wife. I've fucked you well. Fucked you quite well indeed."
He hoisted me into his arms and carried me to the outer room where a steaming hot bath awaited.
* * * * *
An hour later, I was dressed and ready to meet Liam's friend.