Page 64 of We Three Kings
My question causes her eyes to pop open. I swear I see genuine love in her gaze.
“Our family will have a dog that’s sweet and protective.”
I smile down at her. “I like it.”
“We’ll have a Christmas tree up all year long and decorate it by the season. The kids will help me make hearts for Valentines and egg ornaments for Easter.”
The description makes me pump involuntarily. “I love that angel. You’re going to be such an incredible mom.”
For the first time since I broke through her resistance, she grins at me. “I’m going to be a mom.”
In and out my cock slides through the slick red proof of her virginity. “Yeah, I’m going to make you a mother. I’m going to fuck my babies into you again and again.”
Her fingernails claw into my shoulders. She’s in pain but getting through the hardship because she wants what I’m telling her.
“You’re going to be a good father. I know you are.”
The sweet assertion pushes me over the edge. No hardship—I let myself fall because I want to end her torment and fill her up for the first time, hoping tonight is the night I get her pregnant.
Damn.
How am I a month in with this girl and already see our future? The thought ignites the bomb from my brain to my balls and I explode inside her. Gushing hot and hard into her pussy with all restraint abandoned.
She grips me tighter, hanging on for the detonation. I apologize on the repeat for hurting her until I collapse, shifting my weight to the side and sliding my hand under her hip to keep her pressed tight to me.
Well aware she’s aching, I stay buried in her pussy to preserve my come deep inside her for as long as possible. Besides just keeping us physically connected, I want to keep her close so she knows how special this—she—is to me since she always doubts. “You did so well angel. I know it hurts but let me hold you a little while longer.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her forehead. “I promise it gets better.”
“I would hope so. Otherwise, I don’t know why people like it so much.”
My laughter shakes us both, and she emits a soft giggle too. Thank fuck. She’s sore but her sweet nature remains intact. “I’ll make sure you do too. I promise.”
When she looks up at me, I know she believes me. No one has ever trusted me as much as she does. “I meant everything else I said too.”
She absorbs my words, slowly nodding and grinning.
“Me too.”
“Good because I’m holding you to it.”
Seraphina
When Balthazar pulls into the parking garage of a sleek skyscraper that I thought was just an office building, I realize there’s so much about business I don’t know. The thought makes me feel even more nervous. Why I’m jittery in the first place I can’t explain.
I said I want to see where he lives, and he’s taking me without protest or hesitation. Yet for some reason butterflies flit in my belly.
He glances over at me before bringing our entwined hands to his mouth. His lips push hard against my fingers as if he’s trying to mark my skin with his kiss.
“Don’t expect much angel. It’s only a place to shower and crash.”
Uncertain how to respond, I just nod. “Okay.”
I know his apartment will be fancy. He’s obviously very rich.
Maybe that’s why I’m anxious. I don’t want him to think I’m greedy for his money or checking for the presence of another woman in his life since I realize that’s what he thought earlier this week, when I asked him about his home.