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There must be something wrong with me, because I love his brand of dominance, love being at his mercy.
He gives me no time to adjust to him, thrusting deep, and I gag.
His dick jolts, and he sucks air through his teeth, hissing. “Take my cock.”Thrust. “Show me who you fucking belong to.”Thrust.
He holds me in place and fucks my mouth, one hand fisting my hair and the other clasping my throat. His movements are forceful yet controlled, his dark gaze locked on mine the entire time.
“Nobody else, Aurora. You understand me? Or I’ll choke you with my cock.”
Does he mean him? Jackson? Him and Jackson…
Thrust.
He gives me a sample of his threats, and I try to suppress my gag reflex, the muscles of my throat working against him.
Tears leak out, and I concentrate on breathing through my nose.
“God, you’re fucking good.”
His pace increases, and I press him to the roof of my mouth, circling my tongue. He releases a guttural groan, and I taste his precum.
Cupping the back of my head, he flexes his hips, and right when I think I can’t take anymore and my nails are digging into his thighs, his cock jerks.
“Ah…fuck.” He rumbles a deep moan.
I meet his intense gaze, his eyes half-lidded, his jaw clenched. I swallow his cum until he’s satisfied and brushing his fingers through my hair.
“Good girl,” he pants. “Come here.” He lifts me into his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”
Then, he kisses my forehead as if he didn’t just alter my fucking soul.
THIRTY
ETHAN
I waketo Aurora snuggling against me, her head on my chest, our legs intertwined, and her arm wrapped tight around me, as if she’s afraid I’ll slip away. Her stomach is pressed to my side, and I can’t resist caressing our growing baby.
Thoughts of the future arise, and I consider the repercussions of something that resembles a relationship.
A commitment harms Jackson. If he loses her, he’ll slide back into old habits, not to mention the backlash from the media or the potential loss of my coaching career. And I honestly doubt she’ll leave him.
Walking away is out of the question. I’m not giving up my son. Shared custody is possible, but it’d be difficult with my schedule. We’d have to maintain a close relationship for her to accommodate my lifestyle.
Which brings me full circle, because there’s no way I could have Aurora near and not want her. I can’t picture my life without her. The thought of it sends a sharp pang of regret through my chest.
Our sexual chemistry is unparalleled, but it goes beyond that. She fills a void within me no one else has.
My hand rests on her swollen belly, and a fierce longing to claim her comes over me. I knew I needed to stay away, but now, it’s too late. I want this.
I want her in my bed every night. I want to wake with her in my arms and watch her grow with our baby.
But that’s not possible.
Aurora’s waking groan calms my chaotic thoughts.
“Is it time to get up already?”
I chuckle at her sleepy protests and kiss her forehead. “Depends on how long you need to get ready. If you hurry, I’ll take you for breakfast.”