Page 38 of Groom Gamble

One such shift, and he groans like I’m killing him, and hits deeper, right up against my cervix.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl taking my cock. My perfect little brat.”

“Breed me, Dex. Give me a baby,” I whisper back. “I’ll be your good girl, I promise.” Even if being a brat has turned out even better than I could have dared dream.

“However long it takes, little one, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now. No other man will ever touch you.”

That sounds great to me.

“I love you. I’m obsessed, and have been since we met. I can’t breathe without you.”

The things this man says are short-circuiting my brain.

“My love, my darling, my obsession, my wife, my little one.” He punctuates each word with a kiss, peppering them sweetly over my face as he slams into my pussy. “I can’t believe you’re finallyminein every way. You’re going to have my baby, and I’m going to keep you forever.”

“Not if I keep you first.” That response makes zero sense, but Dex laughs anyway, and I feel that laughter everywhere we touch, including in his enormous cock.

“I’m going to love this baby I’m giving you. I’ll take care of you both, love you both so well, you’ll never want for anything. I already love you and this baby so much.” He looks right into my eyes and it’s a good thing I’m on my back and tied up, becauseI’m a mess. A sloppy, destroyed, custard pie of a girl. To go with the cream pie he’ll make me.

“Dex, I can’t wait. Please. Fill me up.” Some lust-drunk part of my brain must be saying these things, because it wouldn’t be me, who was a virgin only a week ago, right?

“I will.”

He’s jolting me, and despite how brutal Dex is being, pleasure mounts.

“Dex, I think I’m going…” Then I can’t speak, because Dex alters the angle of my leg, and my mind goes static-y.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he rumbles. “You’re mine, and I can’t live without you, little one. You’re the centre of my soul. You’ve made me alive again.”

I break. The pleasure that had been threatening like a summer day with sparks in the air, shatters into cracks of lightning and thunderous rain.

“Fucck…” Above me, Dex’s face is scrunched, intense and feral as I tighten around his very solid length. “That’s it, little one. Milk it out of me. Take it.”

I’m sobbing. I’ve never felt anything like this.

He thrusts once, twice, and then embeds himself deep in me.

His roar is triumph and ecstasy and pain, and I feel him pump wet heat into me, seemingly under my ribcage, right by my heart. He shudders. His grey eyes are soft but intense as he doesn’t hide from me. He lets me see how shaken he is, how our love drowns us both. His face is savage and contorted and his breathing harsh, his mouth open as his shout fades to a growl.

I swear I can feel his seed as he fills me with hot fluid.

“Take your fill,” he groans as he collapses, his bulk pressing me down. “It’s all for you, I’m yours.”

There’s spurt after spurt as he’s wracked by his orgasm so hard it looks almost painful. But he never stops looking into my eyes, and this is the moment I’ve been waiting for.

Dex. Me. Our love and making our baby.

“I needed this,” I confess rawly. “I needed you to come inside me.”

“I know, little one, I know. Me too.”

So we can have a baby, of course, but I craved the feeling of him breaking apart like that. It was nothing less than magic. His weight on top of me and the way he’s given me his seed, filling me with it, is intimacy I never thought I’d feel.

He murmurs something about not wanting to squash me, and I protest as he rolls onto his side and takes me with him. It’s so good. I’m drugged with how wonderful it is to love Dex and be loved by him in return.

It’s minutes or hours later when I come to. Dex has looped his arm under my thighs and is dragging me up.

“What?”