My orgasm came barreling through me and exploded, shooting come into her unprotected womb. “Keep squeezing, baby,” I demanded. “Milk my cock of every drop. I’m going to knock you the fuck up.”
My gaze locked with hers, clearly displaying my unbending determination. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, but her pussy convulsed hard at my words. The corners of my lips tipped up as I watched her smugly. “Your body knows what you want, baby. Don’t fight it.”
I rocked into her, continuing to fill her with load after load of my seed. But I kept a tight seal so nothing would escape.
As our bodies drained of energy, I slowed my movements until I came to a stop. Aurora’s eyes were closed, and she let out an adorable little mewl of contentment. Using the last of my strength, I straightened out her legs, then kept her pressed tight against me as I rolled to my back. She snuggled into me, and we fell asleep with her sprawled on top of me and my cock still buried in her pussy.
7
Aurora
“Aurora, baby.” I stretched out, groaning softly because my muscles protested the movement. “I wanted to let you sleep in, but your phone has been going off like crazy for the past thirty minutes.”
A strong hand stroked down my naked back, and my eyes blinked open. My brain was fuzzy, and it took me a moment to get my bearings. When I lifted my head and focused on the sexy man leaning over me, the events of the previous night all came rushing back. I had mind-blowing sex with this motorcycle riding, tattooed divorce lawyer. And I wasn’t even a tiny bit mad about it. Then again, how could I have any regrets after the number of orgasms he gave me?
“What time is it?” I asked sleepily, pushing up on one elbow.
“A little after seven,” he answered.
“Seven?” I echoed in surprise, my gaze lingering on the athletic shorts hanging low on his hips. “It’s probably just my sisters making sure I’m up for the day because we have a huge wedding at noon. Anyone else in my life knows better than to call me this early in the morning.”
“In your life?” he growled, his eyes filling with a possessive gleam.
“Yeah, you know…vendors, friends, other relatives who I won’t forgive quite as easily as my sisters.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You didn’t think I was talking about another guy, did you?”
He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Not really.”
“Good, because that’d be dumb since I was a virgin until last night. Plus, I’d hate to get into a fight this early in the morning.” Noticing how the hair at his temples was damp, I tilted my head to the side. “Which brings me to a more important question; why does it look like you’ve been up for a while?”
“Not a morning person, huh?”
I shook my head and frowned. “Not even close. Don’t expect me to be anywhere near a good mood until I’ve had at least my first jolt of caffeine,” I warned.
“I bet I can improve your outlook on mornings without making a single cup of coffee.” He flashed me a smug grin.
“Oh yeah, how?”
His answer was to lower his head and claim my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I didn’t give any thought to the fact that I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet this morning while his tongue swept inside my mouth to tangle with mine. His kisses were just too good for my brain to do anything but enjoy them.
My arms twined around his neck, and he had just lowered his body over mine when I heard the chime of a text message coming from my phone.
“There it goes again,” he grumbled, lifting up to glare in the direction of my phone.
“You wouldn’t have even woken me up yet if it hadn’t been for that sound,” I reminded him, no longer irritated about my early morning. I had a feeling his kisses were going to be more addicting than coffee, which was saying a lot, considering I didn’t go a single day without drinking at least a cup or two.
“I didn’t like it then, and I’m even less of a fan when it interrupts me while I’m in the middle of kissing you.” The hint of a pout on his sexy lips was adorable.
He rolled off the mattress and padded across the room to grab my cell phone off his dresser. Then he came back over to the bed and handed it to me. Glancing down at the screen, I saw that I had about eleventy billion missed messages from my sisters…and a few from my brother, too.
“Well, it looks like my sisters couldn’t keep their fat mouths shut,” I grumbled.
“What do you mean?” Will asked.
I opened the text app and scrolled through the conversation thread with Knox. After reading through the messages my brother had sent last night, I turned the screen so Will could see it. “Knox has already heard about our dinner date last night.”