“No. I want you to come with my cock alone inside you.”
“Silas,” she begged. She knew she would never come if he or she didn’t touch her clit.
“Come over my cock, Arabelle,” he said and pounded into her. Repeatedly. Until the sensations, he created changed and something deep inside her started to happen.
Heaving and wonderfully surprised, she gave herself over to Silas. Her body was his to command. When her womb tightened and her pussy started to swell, a wave that started in the core of her soul, rushed forward. The walls of her pussy vibrated and rolled around his cock. Her orgasm felt so different yet so complete.
“You’re perfect,” Silas said and followed with his own climax. He gathered her even closer, crushing her body with his, laying his seed inside her as deep as he had molded her body to accept him.
Her body was his. Her heart was his. But the only thing he needed from her was his child growing in her belly.
Tears gathered in her eyes. She knew as soon as she was pregnant she would be leaving. Silas didn’t want this baby any more than he wanted her. He didn’t have to suffer her presence or that of their child because of her father’s stubbornness, his misguided idea that he was buying Silas protection for his daughter if she had his baby.