Just saying this to her sends me to the edge. I have to grit my teeth and use every ounce of willpower I have to keep myself from fucking exploding.
“You want to feel that, baby?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans. “I do. Come inside me. Come in me.”
She’s practically pleading with me, which lets me know how close she is. I give her everything I’ve got, driving my cock as deep as it will go with nearly punishing thrusts. Josie cries out, and her entire body twitches like she’s coming apart. I don’t even need to hear what she cries out next to know what’s happening.
“I’m coming!” she practically screams, digging her nails into the skin of my shoulders.
My cock explodes inside her, throbbing nearly painfully as I unleash a torrent of my seed that splashes deep against her cervix. I spank her ass with both hands and pin her down against me as she wriggles against the euphoric pleasure of her orgasm.
We’re both gasping for air as we come down. I stroke the back of her head and kiss her all over—her cheeks, her neck, then finally settle on her lips where I could find myself forever.
“How aboutthat?”I chuckle.
“Thatwas amazing,” she replies, propping herself up on my chest with her elbows and looking deep into my eyes. It’s like staring into my future. “I may not have done that before, Magnus, but I did take sex-ed class…”
I chuckle. “Oh, yeah?”
“And you know there…could be consequences for what we just did?”
Jesus. She’s worried about whether or not I’d be upset if she got pregnant. How can she still not understand how I feel about her?
I reach forward and twist a lock of her golden hair around my finger. She’s so unbelievably gorgeous, and I’m still hard inside her. We only had a chance to get to one position—I think I might just have to go ahead and start up round two so I can show her a few more.
“Josie, baby. I knew damn well what I was doing when I came inside you,” I tell her. “And if you get pregnant, not only will I be the happiest man on earth, but I’ll be there for the baby, and we’ll be a family. A family like neither of us ever had. How does that sound?”
Josie nods, and tears spill from her eyes. She leans in and kisses me, and I lift her up and turn her over onto her back. I start rocking my hips and coax a moan from her lips.
“Now, the last one was called cowgirl.” I smile. “This one is called missionary.”
5
Josie
I wakeup to warm sunshine and the feeling of Magnus’s massive arm draped over me. It’s like a security blanket, and for the first time since I can remember, I don’t want to immediately get out of bed and get my clothes on.
For so long I’ve been forced to share a bed with Vincent—to sleep by his side while he tried to convince me to give myself to him. Despite the fact that he is an enormous bastard, he never forced himself on me. He said that he wanted me to “come around” and that one day I would, and that was the only way he would be able to actually enjoy having me.
Those nights were awful. Trying to get to sleep with that monster by my side was bad enough, but the mornings were more unbearable—waking up with his arm around me, his stink all over me, his morning wood pressed into my butt. Sometimes when he was still half asleep, he would try to cuddle with me like we were an actual happy couple or something. Those days were the worst.
But this morning is different.
This morning I’m waking up with a man who makes me feel truly safe, wanted, and special. A man who I willingly gave myself to after truly knowing for only one day. Oh, how Vincent would be jealous.
But it wasn’t to spite Vincent. Not even remotely. And Magnus was right to stop me the first time when I was simply throwing myself at him. That extra time allowed me to truly recognize my feelings for him, to understand how similar we are, and how badly I want to be with him and why.
I can hear his deep breathing behind me and feel the rising and falling of his massive chest against my back. I twist beneath his enormous arm to see him sleeping, eyes still closed, like a gentle giant sharing my bed. Who would think by looking at this man that he was capable of doing the things I saw him do back at his apartment?
Ever so gently, I trace the line of his sculpted jaw with my ring finger. His eyes slowly open and focus on me.
“You’re still here.” He smiles.
“Of course I am, silly. Where else would I be?”
He shrugs. “Thought maybe you ran off in the night. Back to your rich, club-owning, future husband.”
I crack him lightly on the chest with my fist. “Don’t you dare.”