Page 25 of Groom Gamble

Oh my god. I failed to understand. It’s not going to be Dex’s frustration that compromises us waiting for when I’m fertile, so I have the best chance of getting pregnant. Nope. The issue will be that I’m desperate.

Despite having had multiple orgasms today, I’m unbearably horny forhimto be satisfied. I want to see him fall apart like I did, in the wilderness of pleasure. I need to feel his hot warm seed filling me up and know it might get me pregnant with his child.

I can’t do this if I’m the only one not just in love, but hooked. Obsessed. I need his control to break and to have him desire me to the point of madness, like I do him.

I had no idea I’d be such a slut, but there you go.

Horny slut mode: engaged. Chaste little virgin: dead.

He gathers my hair up and tightens his grip. Every one of my nerve endings zings to life as he kisses and nibbles. The lickson that previously unknown sensitive spot behind my ear nearly make me come. Again.

And all the time, my pussy is stuffed with his hardness. I’m deliciously stretched.

“Men who don’t understand that the greatest privilege a woman can give him is not allowing him to breed her, or pleasure him. Because that’s easy… No, the best thing—the more difficult thing to achieve—is to give her overwhelming pleasure. To get her addicted to the way she feels with you.”

I am definitely addicted. Already. No need for Dex to prove anything. This is a disaster.

I’m also unspeakably jealous.

“You do this for all your partners?” I ask, as casually as I can.

“Did. There’s no one but you, Sophia. I’m not unfaithful. I won’t do that to our child.”

The baby. Right. Yes.

That’s all this is.

“Should I…” I go to shift away, off him.

“No. Stay.”

I blink, and try to relax.

He sighs with what sounds like contentment.

“That’s it.” He strokes my hair out of my eyes, and doesn’t seem to notice or care that I’m a sweaty mess after orgasming multiple times. “Stay there. Go to sleep.”

What?

“Yes, I said go to sleep. You said you were a virgin and needed to get used to my cock. Well. Here is your chance.”

Surely I can’t sleep with him inside me? Surely not?

But Dex’s arms wrap around me tighter, and I relax into them. I let my muscles give way, one by one, until I’m heavy on the mattress and in his embrace.

“That’s it. Sleep, little one,” he rumbles into my ear.

I can’t. I can’t do this. My heart is trying to burst out of my body because I love him so much. How am I going to do this every night without either letting on that my feelings are so much more than his, or breaking from the pain of him not loving me back?

But despite the solid length of him still hard inside me, filling me, or perhaps because of being stuffed with cock like it’s a comfort, I fall asleep. Fear and all.

I try to forget the heartbreak ahead.

9

SOPHIA

I wake up wrapped in the best blanket. Warm, comforting, deliciously male. I’m lying on my side, and he’s pressed up behind me, our legs entwined.