“You ready?” he asks.
“For your? Always.”
“For this load of come I’m going to blast inside you, spill all over your womb, drenching the damn thing, until there’s no disputing you are pregnant with my child.”
I gulp, but at the moment his dirty words sound like heaven.
“Yes. Come inside me. Fill me with your spunk.”
“Damn right I’m going to because this is all your fault. You did this to me and you deserve to reap the consequences.”
Leaning forward he kisses me on my forehead, his swollen cock hammering in and out of me.
“Say my name,” he orders.
“Sam.”
“Again.”
“Sam.”
“Louder.”
“Sam!”
His growl rattles the windows as he thrusts once more, pressing his hips so far forward that there’s literally no way he could be deeper inside me. I wouldn’t even be surprised if his pole of a cock is bent he’s so bottomed out in me.
I moan and feel a wave wash over me, my stomach tightens as a shot of energy flows through me culminating in my release, just as a hot jet tries to say otherwise. With the power of a fireman’s hose, he unloads his liquids in me, my pussy clamping down hard, milking him until it’s just too much.
A river of his spunk flows from me as I lose all bodily control, my body shaking and shivering and then I climax wildly, like a woman possessed.
Flopping and flailing before he grabs me, tucks my head into the crook of his neck and holds me as we both go for broke, together.
“Right fucking there,” he says, maneuvering his hips as my flood of moisture flows around all sides of his dick.
His cock sputters another round of baby batter inside me. “Take it like a good girl,” his hoarse voice commands against my ear, as little aftershocks rip through me until finally he collapses next to me, his dick still buried to the hilt.
A level of satisfaction, completeness, and knowing engulfs me like never before.
So this is what all the waiting was for. Was it worth it? Oh hell yeah it was.
This is my life now. Him. Me. Us.
I’ve finally found my perfect man, and he’s found me. Forever.
13
Sam
“Awww shit, Bojana. Not again.”
Moving to the fridge, I put the groceries I purchased inside before moving to the chair where Keith Allen is tied, Bojana coiled around him having clearly taken the life from his still corpse hours ago.
That damn snake gets as crazy as I do when we have a ‘visitor’. I thought I could leave him drugged and tied overnight while I did what I wanted so desperately to do with Erica, but I was wrong. That’s what I get when I rush through things and don’t put a chain around Bojana’s plastic home.
I swear she finds a way to break out when she knows we’ve got a Grade A Class 1 Dickhead in the house. She’s just like me, which is why we make a great pair.
But now there’s someone even better. Erica.