every dream you have come true. Just say the word, and it’s yours, love.”
“Tell me you love me again,” I cried. “Please. I-I want to hear the words as I come.”
I felt him grow thicker inside me and knew he was just as close as I was. As he lifted his head, our eyes locked, and he swallowed roughly before whispering the words I’d never thought I would ever hear from him. “I love you so fucking much, baby. I always have.”
“I love you too,” I moaned, my pussy gushing around his girth as his hips pounded against me.
“Arella,” he choked out my name as I watched his face twist as if in utter agony. “Baby, I can’t hold back.”
My legs tightened around his hips. “I don’t want you to. Give me everything you have, Jordan. I need it.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted as he stepped away from the door and dropped to his knees right there on the floor. I squealed, but his arms held me close to him, protecting me from any impact. But then he was drilling me into the floor as if he couldn’t get deep enough inside me. “How many gallons do you think I’ve already emptied into you?” he rasped at my ear as he increased his pace even more. “How many more do you think it will take until you start to swell with our baby?”
The pleasure was so intense, I couldn’t even answer him. But he didn’t seem to care. I loved that he seemed so determined to get me pregnant. Earlier that evening, I’d thought once we were over, at least I would have a part of him to hold on to. But now, I couldn’t wait to give him all the babies he wanted, to raise them together, and to have the life I’d dreamed about for so damn long.
“As soon as I can breathe again, I’m going to take you to bed and do this over and over again,” he vowed. “You’re going to get sick of my touch.”
Unable to speak, I could only shake my head adamantly. Never. I was never going to get sick of his touch. I ached for it every minute of the day. Even when he was right beside me, I craved him to the point of madness.
“No?” He grinned like a predator, and the thought that I was his prey only made me clench around him tighter. “You sure about that, babe? You’re mine now.”
“You…say that like…it’s a bad thing,” I panted.
“I’ve held back for so long. What I feel for you, it’s become an obsession. Now that you’ve said you love me, I can’t contain it any longer. I am never going to let you go.” His head fell back on his shoulders, the muscles in his neck straining as he shouted my name, and I felt him come deep inside me.
The feel of his hot release shot me over the edge, and my pussy locked down on his cock, my walls contracting around his shaft and milking every last drop out of him as I whimpered my way through the strongest orgasm of my life.
Nineteen
Jordan
She loves me.
That was all I could think as I found the strength to stand and lift her into my arms. Carrying her into our bedroom, I placed her carefully on the bed before going into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth and towel to clean her up.
When I returned, she was already half asleep, her eyes barely open as she watched me with a contented smile on her kiss-swollen lips. I wiped up the mess coating her thighs and then stripped off the rest of her clothes. Once she was naked, I tucked the covers around her before taking the washcloth and towel back into the bathroom. Dropping them into the hamper, I finished removing my own clothes on my way back to her.
An adorable soft snore reached my ears before I even returned. Stopping beside my side of the bed, I looked down at her.
She loves me.
Everything I’d spent so long trying to contain was free now. There was no holding back the obsessive, possessive part of myself that needed to be her everything. Just as she was mine.
Pulling the covers back, I slid in bed and pulled her against me. She snuggled against me, her hand resting right over my heart as she pillowed her head on my chest. I covered her hand with my own and dropped the other to caress my