She’s going to swell with my child, my seed expanding inside of her. She’s going to be a good mother to my children, and I’m going to support her in whatever the hell she wants.
She’s mine, my angel, mine.
But I can’t give in to this insanity too soon. She’ll think I’m crazy. Or maybe she’ll see her opportunity and pounce.
No, no, Bria isn’t like that.
“Come. For. Me.”
Somehow her slit gets even tighter, squeezing onto my finger like her body is telling her never to let go.
Everything is already so damn creamy down there, but suddenly it gets even creamier, her panties flooding with come as I pound my finger into her harder and deeper.
She throws herself forward and brings her teeth down on my jacket, biting down on the lapel, her cheeks blooming red as her eyes fill with tears. It’s like everything in her pouring out of her, all the pleasure she has to give.
It’s captivating.
I finger her harder, deeper, taking her, claiming her.
Mine, I snarl. You belong to me. No other man ever gets to touch you. I will execute anyone foolish enough to try and see you like this, creaming and shaking.
But no, I can only say that in my mind.
Instead, I just growl, just fucking snarl, and pound her gushing young pussy even harder.
“Fuck, fuck,” she whispers. “Oh my God. I don’t know—Fuck, I’ve never… I’ve never…”
“What?” I snap, leaning down and bringing my lips to hers, kissing her as she lets go of my jacket.
She moans and tilts her head back, giving in to the kiss like she can’t resist the pleasure. It’s like she feels it too – the call inside of us to give in to the wild insane commands of our bodies.
Does she want it?
Does she want my babies inside of her?
Jesus, I need to calm down, stop letting my thoughts go to these bat-shit crazy places.
“Wait,” she whimpers, leaning back. “We can’t, not here. We shouldn’t have even done this.”
“You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you. You have no damn clue…” I move my finger inside of her, stroking her sweet slick spot. “I need to bend you over and take that juicy ass from behind, slamming into that tight slit until you have no choice but to take me. You ever been fucked like that, Bria?”
She blinks, shaking her head, leaning away from me.
I’m not sure where this change has come from, but it’s like she’s suddenly questioning everything we just did.
It’s there in the way she looks at me – the instant regret.
“Can you…”
She nods down, meaning my hand.
I remove my hand from her pants and step back, away from her, confusing rumbling through me at the sudden change in her.
It must be because we’re in the restroom.
What the hell was I thinking, letting myself go like that?
But there’s still a tightness in my cock, right at the base, a real throbbing that can only be cured when I push inside my woman.
“I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t think—I can’t—I have to go…”
She turns quickly, throws the door open, and races down the hallway. I stride out and stare after her.
She leaves in such a hurry, buttoning up her pants as she races down the corridor.
She’d rather risk somebody seeing her leaving like that than…
What the fuck was that look on her face about?
Clenching my fists, I tell myself to ignore it, ignore her. She’s done me a favor by breaking things off. Now I don’t have to worry about her, whether she feels the same as I do because she obviously doesn’t.
She obviously just got caught up in the moment.
Fine then.
I’ll forget about her.
But as I leave, I know it’s a damn lie.
My mind is already filled with thoughts of her, my Bria, the only woman I’ll ever need. The only woman I can even imagine being with.
My Bria, the woman who has made me feel more in a few days than any other woman in my entire life. No one has even come close, even close to close. Bria is the brightest thing in my life, making everything else dim, difficult to focus on.
Bria, I snarl silently, stalking across the lot. I don’t think I can resist you.
Chapter Seven
Bria
It’s freaking impossible to focus for the next few days, spending my time with the other interns, fixing costumes, helping with continuity. I spend my time praying I’ll never see Braden again and also wishing he’ll walk around the corner, push me against the wall… roughly shove his hands down my pants and play with my pussy again.
Freaking heck, heck, heck, that was like a fantasy come to life. I’ve touched myself thinking about him so many times, but to have his hands on me…
It makes me feel all tingly to think about, Braden Braxten’s finger inside of me, thick and powerful as he brought me to orgasm like I’ve never felt. It comes to me at the worst times, like when I’m supposed to be focused on stitching.