In Love

by Davenport, Fiona

“Can I go back to baby-making now?”

  Her smile turned upside down. “Are we going to get married?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay then.”

  “Baby,” I sighed. “You’re going to have to learn to tell me what you want so I can say and do the right things.”

  Charlotte laughed. “Are you going to ask me to marry you?”

  “What? Absolutely not!” I scoffed.

  “But you said we were going to get married.”

  Ahhhh. “I see the confusion here, baby. I’m not asking you to marry me. There is no fucking question. We are getting married. As soon as possible. Which means you better get cracking on a wedding if you want to be married before we have our first child because I plan on putting a baby in you tonight.”

  Charlotte’s cheeks were dusted with pink, and she was radiant with joy. “Sounds like a plan.”

  I grinned and kissed each nipple, then looked up and her. “You ready to make me a daddy, baby?”

  “Does it involve you finally taking away the aches you keep causing me and fucking me until I have mind-blowing orgasms?”

  Everything inside me tightened, and I had to close my eyes and list all the acronyms on the New York Stock Exchange. When I was mostly confident that I wasn’t about to waste my come in my pants, I reopened my eyes. “Baby, that was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” I growled. “And, hell yes.”

  “Untie me so I can touch you,” she begged.

  I shook my head and nibbled her tits, muffling my response. “Absolutely not. I like you like this, laid out for me to taste and touch, to drive you wild so your pussy is gushing with juices and I have to lick you clean.”

  Cupping her breasts, I squeezed them gently and pushed the rounded globes up so I could switch back and forth quickly, licking, then blowing over the sensitive tips before sucking hard.

  “Rhett,” Charlotte moaned, her back arching as she encouraged me to keep going.

  “I fucking love these tits, baby,” I grunted. “And fuck, I can’t wait to see them get bigger, heavy with milk, and dripping it from your nipples.”

  Charlotte’s hips were bucking in search of stimulation, and she didn’t even realize she was doing it. It was making me painfully aware of my cock’s sharp prison. “I need you naked.”

  “Yesss,” Charlotte hissed. “I want to feel you, Rhett. Make me yours.”

  “You’re already mine, baby,” I growled. “These sexy as fuck tits.” I bit each peak. My hands made their way beneath her to cup her butt and yank her up so I could grind into the apex of her thighs. “This round ass.” I let go of her cheeks and scooted back so I could take hold of her shorts and panties and jerked them down, exposing her bare mound. “And this young virgin pussy.” I dragged a finger up her seam and circled her clit. “I’m going to pop your cherry and finally claim every fucking inch of you, Charlotte.”

  “Please, Rhett,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  I backed off the end of the bed and stood facing my woman. I took off my socks, unbuckled my belt, and shucked my pants and boxers. My cock flew up and bounced against my stomach, and I breathed a sigh of relief now that it wasn’t being cut into by the sharp metal of my zipper.

  “Um.” Charlotte sounded uncertain, and I glanced at her face, pausing when I saw the fear lurking in her eyes.

  “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “You are...um...really, really big.”

  A cocky grin was dancing at the corners of my mouth, but I suppressed it because she looked genuinely upset. “First, talk like that only makes me want to bury it inside you right the fuck now. Second, do you trust me, Charlotte?”

  She nodded immediately, making my heart warm. “Trust me to make it work with as little pain as possible and give you mind-blowing pleasure.”

  A giggle escaped her mouth, and she seemed to relax a bit.

  I untied each of her ankles so I could pull her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. Then I pushed her legs wide and climbed onto the bed, settling myself on my stomach between her silky thighs.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I breathed. I used my thumbs to draw her petals back, revealing her sex. “Look at this pretty pussy,” I murmured. “So pink and swollen with need. Soaked in your juices. And this hard little clit peeking at me from under its hood. I think it needs my attention. But I should clean up the mess first.”

  I lapped at her pussy, drinking down her arousal and moaning at the succulent flavor, but I avoided her little pleasure button, which drove her wild. I fucked her pussy hole with my tongue and circled the little bud with my finger. Her cries were like heroin, and my pelvis ground into the bed, aching for relief.

  “Rhett! Yes! Yes! Please, I need to—oh, fuck!” I latched onto her clit, and my cock spurted some come on the bed. “Yes! Yes! Rhettt!” I replaced my tongue with a single digit, working hard to get it in her tight channel. Then I curled it up, and she flew apart. Her pussy gushed, squirting more of her essence into my mouth, and I greedily swallowed it down. While she was in the throes of passion, I worked in a second finger, trying to stretch her as much as possible. I had a big fucking dick, and I was determined not to hurt her.

  I knew there would be a little pain when I took her virginity, but hopefully, it would pass quickly, and I’d replace it with untold pleasure. If she came again while I was emptying my seed inside her, her womb would be more open and more likely to take it inside.

  I pushed her up into another orgasm and managed to fuck her with three fingers. “Fuck,” I groaned. “Your pussy is going to squeeze the fuck out of my cock. I don’t know how I’m going to hold off when I get inside you.”

  She was coming down from her high when I placed a kiss on each thigh and got to my knees, wiping my mouth with my hand before licking it clean.

  Charlotte stared at me, panting, glistening with sweat, and green eyes filled with fire. “Are you ready, baby?” I repeated my earlier question. “Ready to spread these legs like a good girl and make me a daddy?” She nodded and widened her thighs. “That’s so good, baby,” I practically cooed. “But first…”

  I crawled up until my dick was almost to her mouth so I could reach the restraints and release her. When something warm and wet surrounded the tip, I almost busted my nut. “Fuck!”

  I yanked my rock-hard cock out of her mouth, and she pouted. I would have smiled if I hadn’t been trying so fucking hard not to come. “Another time, Charlotte. I promise. But if you put your mouth around my dick, I’m going to blow, and I don’t want to waste a single drop until you're bred.”

  I took each of her hands and massaged the wrists, then sat her up so I could remove the tattered remains of her shirt along with her bra. “Before we get to that,” I grunted. “There’s the matter of your punishment.”

  Her eyes went wide as I raised her onto her knees and urged her to turn around. “On all fours, baby.” She did as she was told but looked at me over her shoulder with curiosity and apprehension. “Trust me.” Charlotte nodded and turned around.

  “We were up to four with your dirty mouth, baby.” I raised a hand and brought it down on one pale cheek with a smack! Charlotte gasped and squirmed. I did it again on the same cheek and repeated it twice on the other. My handprint had faded in seconds. Not good enough.

  “Now, I’m going to punish you for making me chase you and the months of blue balls I had to endure.”

  I spanked her ass a few times, then stuck a finger in her pussy to check her wetness. Fuck! She was dripping. I slapped a hand on her cheeks again and again, then growled, “Who does the body belong to, Charlotte?”

  “You,” she whined.

  More spanking. Her ass was a pretty shade of pink now.

  “Who owns this pussy?”

  “You! Oh! Oh!”

  Now it was the most delicious shade of red, like an apple I wanted to take a bite out of. Charlotte's inner thighs were covered in arousal, and I slipped my cock between her legs
to rub the tip in it, then I teased her entrance with it. “Who owns you, Charlotte?” I hissed.

  “You, Rhett! Please. Stop teasing me. Fuck me,” she moaned.

  I kissed each red cheek, then flipped her over onto her back and shoved a pillow under her hips. Leaning over her, I bent my neck so I could take her mouth in a hungry kiss. I took my time, savoring the feel of her mouth now that the time had finally come to stake my claim.

  8

  Rhett

  “Take a deep breath, baby,” I murmured into Charlotte’s ear.

  I slowly pushed my cock inside her, stopping every so often to let her adjust to being stretched so big. I finally reached her innocence and wanted her to relax as much as possible before I broke through it.

  “Put your legs around me.” She wrapped them around my waist and inadvertently pushed me in a little more. “You’re already mine, Charlotte, but when I pop your sticky cherry, I’m planting a baby inside you so everyone, including you, knows it every time they see you.”

  “Caveman,” she whispered with a little giggle.

  “You know it, baby.” I kissed her deeply and shoved my way through the barrier, then used every scrap of control I had to stop. “Oh, fuck, Charlotte. Fuck! You feel incredible. Are you okay?” She’d gasped and gone stiff for a few moments, but her muscles were softening, well...not the ones around my dick. She was holding me inside so hard I was a little worried she might break it.

  “I’m good. I think...will you, um, can you move please?” The last part of her request came out as a desperate plea.

  “Hearing you tell me that you love me is the only thing that tops the sound of you begging me to fuck you, baby,” I grunted. My hips rotated slowly, experimenting to see if she was beyond the pain. When she threw her head back and moaned long and loud, it broke the floodgates. I pulled back a little, then punched forward, burying every inch inside her, the tip bumping into her cervix.

  “You stayed unprotected for me, right? Nothing is stopping me from impregnating you?”

  “Not a thing. Fill me, Rhett,” Charlotte whispered. “Let’s make a baby.”

  I grabbed her legs from around my waist and pushed them back, opening her up to my view and tilting her hips a little more. When my cock emerged, it was covered in cream tinged with red. Any remaining blood in my body drained straight to my cock. I wanted to wipe it up and save the towel so I could pull it out and look at it whenever I wanted a reminder. But, as much as Charlotte had grown up with a father as obsessed with her mother, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be freaked by her husband saving her virgin blood as a stamp of ownership.

  I drove back in and shouted when her walls came around me like a vise. “Fuck! Oh, fuck! Yes, baby. Squeeze that pussy.” I didn’t bother working up to fast and hard because I was mindless to my hunger. I fucked her deep, watching, mesmerized by my cock moving in and out. I loved that nothing hid my view. “I want this pussy to always be bare, Charlotte,” I commanded through gritted teeth. “Nothing between us. Ever. Is that clear?”

  “Oh, yessss,” she hissed. “Mmmmmm, yes! More!”

  I grabbed another pillow and shoved it under her ass, then got to my knees and pushed her bent legs back against her chest. At this angle, she wouldn’t lose a drop. I rutted between her thighs like an animal in heat, wild and abandoned. “Charlotte! Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah. So good. Yes, baby! That’s it. Fuck!”

  “Rhett!” Charlotte’s head thrashed from side to side, and her body tensed. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh!”

  I reached between us and pressed my thumb down on her clit. “Rhett!” She screamed my name over and over as she tumbled over the edge. Her spasming muscles massaged my dick, milking my dick until my climax slammed into me light a fucking freight train.

  Roaring her name, I stuffed her full of my fat cock and exploded. I was right up against her womb, so I rocked inside her, nudging her cervix so it would open and take everything I had to give.

  After we were both spent, lying in a blissful heap of hot, sweaty bodies, with her hips still elevated, I rested my head in the valley between her tits. I placed tiny kisses anywhere I could reach without moving more than centimeters. Charlotte was running her hand contentedly through my hair, and I finally felt at peace. “I’m so in love with you, Charlotte,” I murmured, tilting my head back so I could look up at her beautiful face.

  “Oh, Rhett,” she whispered with a beaming smile and a sigh. “I’m in love with you, too.” Then she smirked and tugged on my ear playfully. “You’re mine too, right? I own you?”

  “You bet your sweet ass, baby.”

  She giggled, a sound I truly adored.

  “I can be an asshole sometimes, a possessive, jealous, cocky son of a bitch. But no one will ever love someone as much as I love you, Charlotte.”

  Epilogue

  Charlotte

  I found it especially fitting that I was about to walk down the aisle almost nine months to the day after I started my internship at Whitney, Inc. When I had picked the date, I’d selected the last possible Saturday that Rhett would agree to—only six weeks from when he’d told me we were getting married. After how many months it had taken for me to finally give in to my desire for him, he had refused to wait any longer to claim me in the eyes of the law.

  I hadn’t known then how appropriate the date was going to be; I’d just wanted as much time as possible to plan the wedding of my dreams. When I’d turned up pregnant three weeks ago, it had hit me that I was going to carry our baby for the same amount of time that it had taken Rhett to slide a wedding band on my ring finger. Not that anyone other than my groom and I knew the significance of the timing yet. We’d decided to keep the news to ourselves until after we came home from our honeymoon.

  Walking toward the door of the room I’d used to get ready, our secret was on my mind as I pressed my hand against my belly. It was the first moment I’d been alone all morning since the wedding planner had just come to get the bridesmaids so they could line up for the processional. Between my sister and all my female cousins, keeping the bridal party small had been impossible. Luckily, my dad had basically signed a blank check so I could get whatever I wanted for the wedding—after losing his mind over the fact that his baby girl was getting married.

  Speaking of my dad, I jerked my hand away from my stomach when he swung the door open before I reached for the knob. “Hey, Daddy.”

  He gripped my wrist and twirled me around as he scanned me from head to toe. “You’re such a beautiful bride.”

  “Thanks.” I did an extra spin before smoothing out the skirt of my dress. “I’m not sure how the designer managed to finish the gown in such a short amount of time, but she did an amazing job.”

  As he bent his arm so I could slide mine in the crook of his elbow, he shook his head. “You’ve got it backward. You make the dress more beautiful, not the other way around.”

  “Aw, Daddy. You can’t say things like that right now,” I wailed, sniffling back tears. “You’re going to make me cry.”

  He patted my hand. “I guess I’d better stop then. It’s my job to kick someone’s ass whenever you cry, and your mom will join in on the tears if I fuck up your wedding. So you better buck up before you get me into trouble, kiddo.”

  Gah! He was being too sweet for me to handle right now. I was only a little more than a month into my pregnancy, but I was already so darn hormonal. It didn’t take much to set me off lately. Rhett had found me bawling over a silly commercial with kittens the other day, for goodness' sake.

  I needed the mood to lighten up big time before my dad realized that the wedding wasn’t the only reason I felt so emotional. If he figured out that I was pregnant, then odds were good that he’d decide that it was Rhett’s sexy butt that needed kicking. Fluttering my eyelashes, I murmured, “And before I mess up my makeup. I don’t want to test how waterproof this mascara really is. Can you imagine everyone’s reaction if I walked down the aisle with big black streaks going down my cheeks?”


  “I don’t know why you bother with that stuff when you’re already just as gorgeous as your mom.” I was starting to worry he’d make me cry again when he just chuckled, leading me out of the room and down the hallway. “But we both know that your brothers would never let you live it down if that happened.”

  Rolling my eyes, I added, “And they’d have the photos to prove it.”

  “Then you better rein those tears in, kiddo. Or else, you’ll hear about mascara-gate for the rest of your life.” His dark green eyes were filled with humor as he winked at me, making me laugh.

  My joke had done the trick, and the tension eased from my body as we made our way to the chapel. When we came to a stop behind my bridesmaids, the music switched to the song Rhett and I had picked out for me to walk down the aisle to. After I’d narrowed it down to “Make You Feel My Love” and “At Last,” he had wanted to go with the Etta James song. He felt as though the lyrics were perfect for us because he’d found a dream that ended his lonely days when he spotted me with the rest of the interns during the tour on my first day.

  Any hope I’d had for keeping my tears at bay disappeared as the opening notes of the song began. My dad patted my hand again, and the door to the chapel swung open. I couldn’t see anything other than the back pew as my cousins started to march down the aisle, but I took comfort in knowing that I’d soon see Rhett waiting for me.

  “It seems like just yesterday when we were here for your baptism.”

  My dad’s words had me tearing up even more, but then my sister had me laughing again when she glanced over her shoulder and grinned at us. “Uh-oh, is he about to balk at giving you away to your groom?”

  He grumbled something under his breath about still being the most important man in my life, making me laugh even harder. I’d barely gotten myself back under control when it was our turn to walk into the chapel. My huge smile somehow grew even bigger when Rhett started to stalk up the aisle as soon as he saw me. My dad shook his head, laughter in his tone as he said, “Your groom seems impatient to get to you.”