by Jenika Snow
I rose up, placed the tip of his erection at my pussy hole, and lowered myself down on him. Hard. He cursed something fierce.
“Ride me, Calissa.” His tone was fierce, intense. “I want you to milk me.” He gripped my waist, digging his fingertips into my hips, leaving marks, no doubt. “Use me.”
I moaned, my pussy contracting along his cock as my pleasure increased. I moaned louder. He started thrusting into me as I ground myself on him.
“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Squeeze that pussy on my dick.”
Placing my hands on his pectoral muscles, I did what he wanted, clenching my pussy on him over and over again. The sound of his teeth clashing together was loud in the room, echoing off the walls. He was breathing hard, his wide chest moving up and down, his restraint slipping.
“Say you want my baby inside of you,” he said and I knew I wanted that, too.
“Yes,” I moaned and started rocking back and forth on him, really fucking my pussy on his cock. “Put your baby inside of me.”
“Christ, Calissa.”
His voice was rough, his hold fierce.
“No, watch me. I want you to watch as my cock tunnels into you, stretches this tight little cunt. I want your pussy to be sore tomorrow, so fucking sensitive that when you sit down you’ll still feel my cock deep in your body.” He slammed into me especially hard and I gasped. “Watch, Calissa, baby.”
Rising up and bracing my hands beneath me, I looked at where his huge cock was impaled in me. In and out he thrust, his shaft glossy from my pussy cream. He’d stretched me so good, the burn of the pleasure bringing me higher.
“So fucking hot, baby.”
My arms shook as I forced myself to stay upright, as I didn’t allow myself to crash down, to surrender. I rode him like my life depended on it, like this was my last moment on Earth.
But what a way to go.
Up and down. Faster. Harder. I couldn’t breathe, but damn, I wanted to suffocate with this feeling coursing through me.
9
Tex
Fuck.
Seeing Calissa get off was better than if I was coming. Seeing that pleasure on her face was an aphrodisiac all on its own. I was turned on, my body on fire, everything in this moment making me feel drunk.
“I need you,” she moaned.
Yeah, she really fucking needed me.
Looking down at her breasts, my mouth watered, my cock jerked. She started moving then, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard, her skin pink. I reached up, took the perfect globes in my hands, squeezing the mounds, running my thumbs along the stiff peaks.
“Tex,” she moaned, her head tossed back, her mouth open slightly.
“Come for me,” I ordered, staring at her face, needing to see pleasure wash across her face again.
And she obeyed so fucking well.
She came for me, her pussy squeezing my cock, the pleasure too fucking intense. She moved back and forth on me, her hips moving, her tits still bouncing. She mewled, crying out her orgasm.
I held off on coming, trying to make this last. She relaxed on top of me, her pelvis pressed to mine, her pussy wet, clenching around my stiff dick. In the next second I flipped her over until she was on her back and I was on top of her. I was still inside of her, even after shifting, and I thrust in another inch. I lifted her leg and pulled it out and up, placing it over my hip, stretching her out. Then I shoved my big cock into her pussy again.
“Yes.” She had her hands on my biceps, her nails in my flesh.
I pulled back and watched my dick slide in and out of her tight cunt. Her flesh was pink, wet, and swollen, her pussy lips stretched around my length. She looked like this, felt like this, because of me.
I owned every part of her, not just right now, but always. I pounded in and out of her, my balls tightening, my orgasm rushing to the surface. I felt my cum rise up, knew it was going to fill her up, overfull and make a wet spot beneath her. Fuck, that sounded sexy.
I pushed into her and pulled back out. My balls slapped her ass, and the sound added to my pleasure. I couldn’t stop looking at her big breasts as they moved back and forth as I continued thrusting into her. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along her nipples, her skin sweet yet slightly salty from the sweat that covered her.
I watched as my cock tunneled in and out of her, my dick stretching her wide.
“Get the cum out of me. Work for it.” I reached down and placed my thumb on her clit, rubbing it back and forth, needing her to get off for me again.
And then I couldn’t hold back anymore. I fucked her good and hard until my balls drew up, and I surrendered. I pumped into her once, twice, and on the third hard, powerful thrust, I buried my cock as far inside her as I could. I came so damn hard, filling her with my cum, making her take it all, knowing that if I had my way she’d get pregnant right here, right now.
“Fuck,” I gritted out. “You’re so tight, your pussy so wet and hot.” I stared her in the eyes. “I want you to tell me you’re mine.” The words were harsh, broken up.
“I’m yours,” she cried out and I felt her pussy clench around my dick as she came again.
I came so hard I felt dizzy. And she drained me dry, sucking every last drop of my seed from me until she was filled with it. After long moments I finally collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. Our skin was slick, rubbing together, our sweat mixing.
“God,” she whispered huskily.
I pulled up slightly, looking down at her. All I could do for long moments was stare. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glossy, her pupils dilated. Her mouth was open slightly, her lips swollen from our kissing.
She had that gorgeous, post-euphoric high covering her.
Moving back an inch, I looked down to where we were connected. I pulled my cock from her tight little cunt, both of us gasping and I watched as my cum started to slip from her pussy hole. Hell, no. I placed my hand on her cunt, feeling her heat, our combined wetness. Then I slid a finger deep inside of her, pushing my seed back into her body, right where it belonged.
I’d marked her, and she was forever mine now.
“You feel that?” I asked, looking down at her. I pulled my finger from her clenching body and stared into her eyes. “This is what it’s supposed to feel like between us, what it’s always felt like for me where you were concerned.” It was this chemistry, this electricity.
She licked her lips and nodded. “It’s real.”
I growled out low. “Yeah, it fucking is.” I helped her to sit up and wrapped my arms around her. “It’s perfection. That’s what this fucking is.” I pushed away the hair that stuck to her temples and then I cupped her cheeks. “I am not letting you go,” I said with this hardness in my voice. “This—you—isn’t something I’m going to walk away from.”
I felt everything shift between us, that pivotal turning point that told me we were right at the same place, thinking the same thing.
I laid my hand on her belly once more. She’d know how serious I was by the time I fucked her. “And my baby will be right here,” I said and added pressure. “Tell me that’s what you want, too. Tell me you want to get big with my child.”
She was breathing so hard.
“I want your child in me.”
I groaned. Yeah, you fucking do.
Epilogue One
Tex
A month later
“Come here,” I said, demanded, really. I growled low when she walked over to me right away. I was sitting on the couch, and immediately pulled her onto my lap, loving the feel of her body on mine. I was enjoying it so much my cock started to get hard, something that seemed to happen even if she just walked into the room.
I buried my face against her hair, inhaling the sweet scent that always surrounded her. “Fuck, I love you.” I sounded like an asshole saying it like that, but Calissa seemed to bring out the barbaric side of me.
I cupped the back of her head and leaned in close, our mouths inches apart. I slipped my tongue along hers. It might ha
ve only been a month since we’d started seeing each other, since I told her I was claiming her, filling her with my seed, but I knew this woman was for me. And she accepted it all.
“I can promise you a lot of things, but not being a possessive and territorial alpha where you’re concerned isn’t one of them.”
For the last month I’d fucked her so many times I was surprised my cock hadn’t fallen off. But damn, it would have been worth it.
She chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t want it any other way, if I’m being honest.” She leaned in and kissed me this time. When she pulled back she was smiling. That one look had my entire body coming to life. That’s all it took from her, just one look, one touch.
“All I need in this world is you.”
“God, the things you say.” She snuggled up closer to me. “I think I fall more in love with you every day.”
“Glad I’m not the only one.” I leaned in and kissed her. “You’ll never have to know what it feels like not to have me by your side,” I said against her mouth. I kissed her for a prolonged moment before pulling away and looking into her eyes. “I love you.” Those three words didn’t seem to do how I felt justice. They seemed grossly understated.
There was more to life, more to my life now, and it was all because of Calissa. She was—is—my everything.
Epilogue Two
Calissa
Six months later
It had only been six months after Tex and I made things official, after he’d claimed me and told me what he wanted … which was me. Since then, I canceled the lease on my place, moved in with him, and we got engaged. Talk about whiplash. I chuckled at the thought of how we’d gone from then to now, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
I’d known him for years, wanted him for that long, and once he told me what he desired, that he wanted me by his side, as only his, well, how could a girl not accept that fully? This was what I wanted, and I was finally getting it.
But right now wasn’t about any of that. Right now was about me standing in the bathroom, scared out of my mind, and not knowing what the future held.
I was nervous, afraid, excited, and was holding my breath as I stared down at the pregnancy test in my hand. I’d peed on it twenty minutes ago, but the little stick was turned around so I couldn’t actually see the results. My heart was pounding in my chest, the realization that I could very well be pregnant causing the blood to rush through my veins and had my pulse slamming against my throat.
My hands shook as I stared down at that stick, knowing that the result would change my life. It would change our lives.
Here I was, not even a year into our relationship, both of us wanting children, and the worry that I wasn’t pregnant playing over and over again in my mind.
Just turn it over and see what it says.
It wasn’t like we’d ever used any protection, and to be honest, I was surprised I hadn’t gotten pregnant sooner. Tex’s passion was raw and unhinged, was consuming and all for me.
And we both wanted a baby, a family. I’d known that since the moment I realized I loved him, that I wanted him in my life.
I turned the test over and stared at the results.
Pregnant.
I felt a wave of emotions slam into me. Excitement, anxiety, disbelief, fear. But most of all I felt happiness.
And then I heard the sound of our front door opening and closing, and then the sound of Tex calling out for me. I left the bathroom, the pregnancy test still in my hand, my breath coming in and out of me in fast intervals. My stomach felt like a million butterflies were in it, flapping around. I was light-headed, wondering if I’d pass out right in front of him.
“Baby?” he called out. I stepped around the hallway to see him coming out from the kitchen. He had black fatigues on, his “uniform” he wore when working. Brasher Security had been Tex’s dream, his goal. He’d started it from the ground up, and if he hadn’t dedicated his life to it there would be no way the business would have flourished and become as successful as it was. I was immensely proud of him and all the work he did.
But I knew he wanted this baby with fervor. I didn’t want to disappoint him, didn’t want to be the one who couldn’t give him his dream even if he said it wouldn’t matter as long as I was by his side.
“Calissa?” he called out again. “I spoke to Megs and she wants to have dinner with us this week.”
I didn’t respond as I listened to him talk about mundane things. He kept shouting things through the house about his day, about plans for this weekend, and here I was a nervous wreck.
But even if I was anxious, just the sound of his voice had my body instantly reacting.
He rounded the corner and stopped when he saw me, smiling. “Hey.”
“Hi.” My voice sounded shaky even to me. I was trying to relax, to be calm. This was what we both wanted, but I couldn’t help the nerves that wracked me, the uncertainty of his reaction. It’s not like we used protection. It’s not like he didn’t tell me constantly he wanted me pregnant with his baby.
But having that reality here, now, had me anxious.
“Hey, yourself,” he said and grinned, his love clear in his expression.
I took a steadying breath, not about to prolong this, not about to beat around the bush. I exhaled and saw the shift in his expression. His brows dipped low, the confusion evident. He was getting worried, I could tell.
“Everything okay?” He moved closer to me.
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Someone messing with you at school?”
I’d started going back for an advanced degree earlier this year. Of course, my possessive man would think some guy was moving in on his territory. I couldn’t help but smile. “No, Caveman.”
He was in front of me a second later. “Then what’s going on? I can tell something is up.”
I was finding it hard just to say those two words.
I’m pregnant.
“Calissa?” His voice was thick. “I’m starting to get a little fucking freaked out right now.”
“I’m pregnant,” I finally said, just blurting the words out. My throat tightened, my heart raced, and I waited for him to respond, to say something, anything.
“A baby?” He looked me right in the eyes, the shock on his face instant. “A baby?” he asked again, laughing and smiling at the same time. He lowered his gaze to my belly. “Well, fuck, Calissa.”
I instinctively placed my hand on my stomach. I nodded, laughing softly. “Yes. Our baby.”
He had me in his arms a second later, pulling me close to him, keeping me that way. I cupped his cheeks, the scruff under my palms tickling my flesh.
“A baby,” he said and grinned. He slanted his mouth on mine.
I wound my arms around his neck as we kissed, pulling him closer, needing him pressed right to me. He placed his hand on my belly and I could feel his happiness, his love for me and our baby.
“I am devoted to you. Only you. Always. Forever.” He kissed me softly again. “My baby inside of you makes you tethered to me. It makes you mine.” He growled the last part out. He pulled me closer again. “You don’t ever have to worry about anything, baby.” He stroked my hair, slowly, making me feel so very fragile.
He placed a hand back on my belly and I forced myself not to cry, not to break down because I loved this man so much. He was my rock, stood by me no matter what, and had given me all that he was. I’d never believed in soulmates before him.
He looked me in the eyes before leaning down and kissing me on the lips soundly. “You are my life, and this little baby growing inside of you, a piece of you and me, is my world.”
I rested my head on his chest and let him hold me. This was what life was about, what being in love with a real man felt like.
Epilogue Three
Tex
Two years later
I stared at my wife, the mother of my son, the only person in this world who could make my heart beat, hell, stop altogether. From the
moment I first saw her all those years ago, I knew she was the one. It took me too damn long to make my move, but she was mine now and nothing and no one would change that. I knew she was it for me. I was for sure a possessive fucker, territorial to the point I no doubt pissed her off, but it was all because of love. I was the way I was, acted the way I did, because I was madly, deeply, and irrevocably in love with her.
I stepped away from my computer, leaving the things that needed wrapped up to my staff. Over the last two years, Brasher Security had grown even more. Now nationwide in surveillance and home security, it kept me busy. I’d always thought my business was the most important thing in my life, the best accomplishment. I’d been so damn wrong.
Calissa and the family we created was the most important thing in my world. Everything revolved around them.
I saw Calissa park in front of my office. I stood there and watched as she got Ryder, our little boy, out of the back. I watched as my wife, the mother of my son, the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with, walk up to the front doors. Even now, all these years later, my heart beat something fierce for this woman. I asked myself daily how I’d become so lucky. I certainly didn’t deserve her.
She stepped inside and I was right there instantly, pulling her into my arms. I kissed Ryder on the top of the head, and moved my hand down to cup her belly, already starting to swell with our second child. I wanted a houseful of kids, little girls who looked like Calissa, and little boys who would grow up to know how to treat a woman and love her unconditionally.
I didn’t think I could be happier than I was now, but every day, just seeing Calissa, showed that my love for her would continue to grow.
Bring it on.