Page 35 of Keeping Katie
“Are you on birth control, baby?”
The question catches me off guard. Leave it to him to remember the safety stuff. “Yes. I have an implant.”
He stares at me for a moment before he nods. “Might need to get that taken out soon,” he murmurs.
Wait. What? Is he saying he wants to get me pregnant? With his baby? Huh. I don’t hate the thought of my tummy getting big and round with a baby that looks like him. Wow. I’m losing my mind.
Sliding his hand between us, he slips his fingers into my shorts and panties and yanks them down just enough so he can tease my clit.
As soon as he touches me, I swear, sparks crackle, and I cry out, bucking against him. It won’t take much for me to shatter. I’ve never felt so needy. So ready. So wet.
“Daddy,” I whisper urgently.
We stare at each other while he draws lazy circles around my sensitive nub. Oh my God. This is what ecstasy is. Pure pleasure, almost to the point of glorious pain.
“You sound so beautiful when you cry my name like that.”
A shiver runs through me. My lips fall back into a lazy smile, my hips jerking with every stroke he gives.
“You make me feel beautiful.”
He stares at me intently. I’ve never felt so seen by someone.
“That’s because you are, princess. I hate that I’ve been on this earth all this time without knowing you. You’re a fucking gift, Katie. One I’ll cherish.”
I open my mouth, but he silences me with a kiss. He continues to play with me while I move my hands down his inked torso to his boxer briefs. Desperate, I push them down over his round ass, letting his cock spring free against my thigh. Unable to resist, I grasp it and moan when it twitches in my hand. It’s so long and thick and smooth. I’m not even looking at it, but I already know it’s beautiful.
“I want to fuck you bare, baby. I’m clean. I was just tested last month and haven’t been with anyone since.”
Bobbing my head, I whimper, my orgasm building, getting closer and closer to explosion. “I’m clean, too. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
His pupils dilate. “Good. And you’ll never be with another man again. Only me, baby girl. Only me.”
There’s something so concrete in his words. It’s a promise.
Our movements turn wild and erratic as he yanks my shorts and panties farther down my legs. I use my toes to push his underwear down his. When I glance between us and get a look at his dick, I swallow heavily.
“You’re really big,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles and pulls my tank up and over my head, leaving me completely nude before him. “I’ll be gentle. At first.”
My tummy does a little nervous flip, but I nod. I trust him. Grady will take care of me.
“You’re so wet, baby girl. Is that for me? Were you wet for me each time I came into the coffee shop?”
Fudge. Was I that obvious?
He smirks. “That’s okay. You don’t have to answer, shy girl. I can tell by the flush on your cheeks and the way your pussy is twitching against my fingers.”
Poker is obviously not my game.
My train of thought dissolves into thin air as he lines the head of his cock up to my pussy and strokes it along my slit. I’m so ready for him. I’ve never been so wet. Not even when I’ve pleasured myself.
“Look at me, princess. I want to see those beautiful eyes when I slide into your tight cunt.”
I let my head fall back onto the mattress. We stare at each other. No words are spoken as he reaches down and fists his cock, lining it up to my center. As soon as he nudges forward, it pinches. Goosebumps rise all over my body, and I widen my thighs as much as I can.
“I don’t like hurting you,” he says through clenched teeth.