restraints. She’s still primed for yet another orgasm. What a greedy little pussy. I lower my head and push her legs apart further with my shoulders, then take a languid lick of her heat. I wiped her off after I tied her up, but I can still taste some of our combined cum on her pussy. I don’t give a fuck. My tongue dips into her pussy. I keep my movements easy and gentle. She’s too sore. I just want to soothe her.
My dick jumps in disagreement. Maybe not. That’s right--I need to knock her up. That’ll keep everyone away from her. I groan into her heat and suck her clit into my mouth. My sweetheart tries to ride my face and I fucking love it. She’s not afraid to ask for what she wants. She just goes for it. I suck her clit hard and push a finger into her to rub her G-spot and push her over the edge. She’s too fucking easy to get off. She’s so damn tight I feel her clamp down on my finger as her orgasm takes over. I let her clit go with a pop and lick my lips.
So fucking sweet.
I crawl over her trembling body and reach up to untie her wrists. I want her on top, riding me. I want to watch her tits bounce as she fucks herself on my dick.
And then I remember.
It’s a shock to my system remembering how she tried to run from me. How she wanted to get away. Just hours ago she was going to fight me to try to leave. I can’t blame her, but fuck me if it doesn't hurt. I look at her face, eyes closed in rapture as she bites down on her bottom lip. Right now she’s being my sweetheart. But I can’t untie her. What if she up and runs? Fuck! I can’t let that shit happen. I can’t be sloppy.
Tomorrow she’s going to learn she belongs to me now. Neither of us has a choice. I flop down on the bed beside her and pull her ass against my dick. I take a deep breath in the crook of her neck, loving the way she smells. My eyes feel heavy and my body sags deeper into the warmth of the bed. I haphazardly grab the comforter and pull it over our bodies.
Tomorrow. I hug her body close to mine and splay my hand over her belly.
I’m going to make her mine tomorrow.
Elle
I wake up to the bright light coming in from the window. It hurts my eyes, but I can’t block it. My arms won’t move over my face. Vince’s heavy and so hot, laying against my body. His chest is molded to my back and his arms are wrapped tight around me. His weight puts more pressure on my arms. Fuck it hurts. His scent fills my lungs, a woodsy pine and masculine smell, mixed with the faint odor of whiskey. I moan softly, loving how he smells. And then I get angry from my reaction.
I hate that I want him. He stirs behind me, and I hold my breath. I feel his grin on my neck. “Elle, sweetheart, you keep fucking me up, you know that?” His words are slurred and full of sleep.
“Vince?” I ask in a voice loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud that it would wake him.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you. Then they won’t hurt you, sweetheart.” He whispers his words against the side of my neck. A baby. “No one’s gonna lay a finger on my girl.” He pulls my back up against his chest again and rocks his dick against my ass.
“Vince?” I ask again, a little louder. I get no response.
Holy fuck. He wants to knock me up? That’s his plan? I can’t help the fact that the very thought of being pregnant with his child makes me want him inside me.
I feel alive in his arms. I want to get lost in his touch.
But a baby? It’s life-changing.
Once I’m pregnant though, I’m sure he won’t hurt me. Hope lights inside of me. I can have his baby. If that’s the cost, I’ll pay the price. I’ll be a good mother. I’ve always wanted a child, but never thought it would happen. Maybe this is a blessing. Everything happens for a reason.
I calm my racing heart. Maybe I don’t even need to really get pregnant. I can just go along with the plan.
His