“Blake,” I fight for breath. For words. “I. I’m gonna…” The scrape of his chest hair against my pebbled nipples distracts me, my back arches, pressing tighter against him. My fingers slip over the taut ridges of muscle in his back and over his trim waist, digging into his firm flesh and hanging on tight as his movements become less controlled, almost wild, as he climbs toward the same peak as me.
“You’re gonna what, Ellie?” He growls against my lips, trailing his over my cheek and nipping my earlobe before nuzzling against my throat and sucking lightly. It feels so good. I don’t even care if he leaves a mark on my skin. In fact, I hope that he does.
Lifting my legs, I lock my ankles around his waist and hang on tighter, “I’m going to come,” I whisper, cheeks turning red from uttering the word out loud.
“Good, baby. Good. I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.” His dirty words make me hotter. I love how they sound, rumbled in my ear while he pounds into my body, owning it.
“Ohhh!” I can’t stop my porn-worthy moan as everything in me strives toward release.
“Touch yourself,” he growls in my face, his teeth clenched, the cords of his neck tight as he works his shaft inside me. Shifting, he somehow sits on his knees, lifting me by the butt and continuing to plunge into me. The change of angle obliterates my ability to comprehend anything but the head of his cock bumping against a spot deep inside me as streams of euphoria burst through me.
“What?” I gasp, confused by his command.
“Touch that juicy little cunt, pretty girl,” he demands grabbing my hand and pressing my fingers against my clit with his. “Rub it!”
He removes his hand and slips his cum glazed fingers into his mouth, sucking away my essence. Emboldened by his harsh moan, I do as he says. Tentatively at first, gathering up some of my slippery wetness, I make small circles around my swollen bud amazed at how much better it feels than it ever has before. Little mewling sounds fill the air around us, and it takes me a second to realize that they are coming from me, but I’m too far gone to feel shy.
“That’s it,” his eyes jump from where my fingers frantically work my swollen flesh to where my breasts bounce every time he slams into me. My free hand slides up, pinching one nipple at the same time I let my slippery fingers slide down to rub his soaking shaft as he pulls partially out, the head rubbing that sensitive area inside. The slide of my fingers against his slick flesh breaks his control and his thrusts lose rhythm, hurrying us to the edge of a cliff where I perch right on the edge, holding my breath, waiting.
“Fuuck!” he roars as hot jets of cum blanket the inside of my silken sheath. He thrusts again, hard, still coming against the end of my contracting channel. I shatter into a million sparkling pieces, my head thrashing against the pillows, his name once again tumbling from my lips.
He collapses on top of me and rolls us to the side, our sweat-slickened bodies still joined. He moves inside me languidly, setting off a small wave of orgasmic aftershocks and I moan roughly at the sensation of being stuffed so full of him, so filled by his seed that I feel it trickling down to the bed and coating the insides of my thighs. I still, not even breathing as realization washes over me.
Oh shoot! Protection! I’m so bad at this. I didn’t even think about it.
“What’s wrong, angel,” he mumbles lazily, his head resting against my breasts.
“I…I’m not on any kind of birth control,” I admit, feeling ashamed of my naivety. He rolls slightly back and meets my worried eyes.
“Perfect,” he says. My stomach twists anxiously before he finishes. “Keep it that way, angel. I can’t wait to put my baby in your belly.”
My eyes widen in surprise at the certainty of his words. “Wh-what?” I ask. Surely, he didn’t mean that. We haven’t known each other long enough for… babies…have we?
“You heard me, Ells. I love you. I just made you mine. Forever. Babies are part of that, and the sooner I get one in you, the happier I’ll be.”
“Really?” I whisper, a whole different kind of fireworks going off inside me. This time in my heart! “I love you too, Blake,” I confess, giddy happiness flowing through me.
“Yep,” he says, pressing his still hard length into me again making my toes curl with pleasure as he pulls me up to straddle him, ignoring the sticky mess between us, and rocking me on him. Showing me with his body exactly how much he means it.
Chapter 32
Blake
Mine! One fucking word goes through my mind over and over. It’s tattooed on my heart.
She is fucking MINE! And woe to anyone who thinks that they can mess with her… I will do anything for her.
Live for her. Die for her. Kill for her if need be.
I guaran-fucking-tee that the asshole who makes her miserable at work won’t be doing it anymore. Either Ellie isn’t going back to work for X, or Larry the Loser isn’t. He’s finished making my girl uncomfortable. Hell, he’s finished making anyone who works at
Luminoso uncomfortable.
Tucking my sleeping girl against me, her back and tight little ass pressed so close to me that you couldn’t get a sheet of paper between us, I feather kisses against her bare shoulder and close my eyes. First a little nap, then there’s a bully to get rid of and an engagement ring to buy. With a sigh and a happy smile, I close my eyes and drift off, more content than I’ve ever been in my life. I finally have something that I always believed was for everyone but me. A home. I rest my wide palm over Ellie’s flat stomach. A family of my own.
“Ewwww! Seriously?” Lizzie’s voice shrieks and the door bangs shut loudly, jolting me from the sweetest sleep I’ve ever had. Ellie groans, rolling over and burying her face against my bare chest before huffing out a breath. I can almost hear her eyes rolling in exasperation.
“Guess they’re home,” she observes dryly, her words muffled. “I can’t believe neither of us thought to lock the door before…”