I spread her cheeks to see her tight wet hole – un-stretched, untouched, and ready for me. My dick was hard as steel – ready to dive in, but I had to calm down and go slow.
“Please,” she whimpered and moaned into the comforter. Her back arched as she tried to move the toy from tormenting her clit any further.
I spat into my hand and coated my dick for extra lube, and I worked my fingers in between her tight thighs, coating my fingers in her wet heat. I used her own arousal to coat her ass, then guided the head of my cock, pushing against the tight ring muscle.
She tensed up when she felt me pushing into her – stretching her. With short shallow thrusts against her, I worked the head of my cock in her tight passage. I could feel the vibrations from the dildo against my cock.
“Don’t tense up, Kitten. Let me in,” I said. Putting my hand on her shoulder, pulling her back as much as the restraints would allow me.
Her pussy was clenching around the toy, and it caused her ass to clench around me. I was only halfway inside her, and I wanted to cum.
“It hurts,” she moaned.
“Relax, Kitten. I’ll make it feel better – just don’t tense up.”
She took a deep breath and I felt her ass unclench around me. With little movements in and out of her, I felt her starting to stretch and yield to my entrance.
The thick head of my cock finally pushed through, and I groaned. The tightness of her virgin ass coupled with the position she was in and the vibration from her dildo-filled pussy was enough to make me want to explode.
“Holy fuck that’s tight,” I ground out – clenching my teeth as my dick throbbed within her ass.
I held myself still to allow her ass to adjust to my invasion. Her body was spasming around me. I felt every clench, every shudder, and every goddamn quiver of her body. It was pure heaven being inside her.
Every time I felt her body give way to mine, I pushed in just a little more, then withdrew before pushing in again. I worked her body, acclimating it to mine.
“Oh God,” she cried out when I was about halfway in. Her body was completely out of control. If she wasn’t tied down, she would have been squirming everywhere.
“Only halfway in, Kitten.” I kept thrusting in small spurts. It was going to kill me holding back, but what a way to go. Death by intense pleasure.
“I need – ” she gasped out when I pushed a little farther in. “I need more.”
I could feel the shaft of the dildo through the thin wall of muscle. The vibrations running through her were running through me too – and straight down to my balls. It was everything I could do not to come already.
When I felt her body give way again to mine, I pulled back, then pushed all the way forward. I was buried balls-deep in her ass, her pussy stuffed full with a dildo, and her legs bound together to make everything tighter. She was completely filled and full, and it felt so good.
I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before I started slow shallow strokes.
“Oh my God.” I felt her trying to push back harder on my cock, so I knew she was ready for more.
I bracketed her rounded hips in my hands and started pulling her on and off my dick hard – pounding into her ass repeatedly. Her body squeezing mine as she convulsed around me. Her moans turned into screams as she continued to come. I felt wetness coating the underside of my dick, so I knew she had squirted around the dildo that was still lodged inside her – held firmly in place by her thighs.
I couldn’t hold back anymore - buried deep inside her, I came. My body shaking as my cock shot load after load of cum inside her. I didn’t move. I just held her on my cock as her body continued to orgasm around me.
“No more,” she said, panting. “Please.”
I reached around and switched off the vibrator, then slowly, enjoying every second as her ass clung to my cock, I pulled out. I spread her cheeks and watched as my head popped free. Her ass was stretched, and I saw it clench at the loss of my dick. My cum dribbled out of her ass, coating her thighs. It was so fucking hot to watch.
“You ok, Kitten?” I asked – her breathing was still rapid. Hell, my own was still not back to normal. My heart was pounding in my chest and damned if I wasn’t still reeling from aftershocks myself.
When she didn’t answer, I started to worry. I quickly unbelted her legs and carefully removed the toy. Her skin broke out into gooseflesh, her pussy clinging to the rubber dick. Katie visibly shuddered as I removed it from her body.
I made quick work of the belts at her wrists – my worry growing at her prolonged silence. Even with her wrists untied, she still clasped onto the belts. I pushed her onto her back and pushed her hair away from her face.
Tear streaks ran down her cheeks, and my heart stopped. Oh, fuck. “Kitten.” My voice was hoarse, and I felt dread in the pit of my stomach. I felt the pulse at her neck, it was strong and fast but steady.
I ran my hands over her body, massaged her wrists and thighs. The belt had left a beautiful woven pattern on her skin, and I hoped it would bruise slightly, so she could see it later.
Her eyes fluttered open when my hand squeezed her inner thigh. “You ok, Kitten?” I asked again.
“I’ve never experienced anything like that.” Her voice was filled with aww and wonder.
“Come on, Kitten.” I moved away from her and lifted her into my arms. Her bathtub was nowhere near as big as the one at the hotel, so there wasn’t a chance in hell we would both fit in there.
I set her down on the toilet seat and filled the tub with hot water. She would be sore tomorrow, so I wanted her muscles to relax tonight.
“You aren’t who I thought you were.”
“And who did you think I was, Kitten?”
She laughed softly. “A hot, cocky, arrogant ass.”
“One out of three isn’t bad.” Her admission that I was hot had me smiling.
“One? Cory, you are three out of three, but you’re more than I thought. Robyn was right, but you better not tell her I said that.” She pointed a finger at me.
I went to her and picked her up. “My silence is going to cost you.”
Her arms looped around my neck as I walk her back to the bath.
“What do you want?”
I set her in the hot water and started massaging and wiping away the sticky fluids from her inner thighs. I watched her fingers tracing the woven pattern from the belts across her flesh.
“Cory?” I dragged my eyes away from the physical memory of what just happened and looked into hers. “What do you want?”
“I’ll tell you later, Kitten.”
Chapter Fifteen
Katie
It didn’t take long for the morning sickness to kick in. I’d been able to keep Cory from spending the night or at least suspecting that I was pregnant, but he was staying around more and more.
The longer I hid the baby from him, the harder it seemed to be to tell him. Things were going so good between us, and I didn’t want to ruin it with added pressure. He was so attentive, and God, the sex was amazing.
If Cory so much as looked at me, my body melted. When he touched me, I came alive. He’d call me and get me all worked up with his words and anticipation for the next time I saw him, then forbid me from relieving the ache he built up inside me. Everything was perfect, and I didn’t want talk of a baby to scare him away.
Last night he was at the station which was great, because it was the worst of the sickness I’d had yet. The tacos I had for dinner didn’t sit well with me.
I laid a hand on my stomach, she and I were going to have to have a talk about her dislike of my favorite food.
The phone rang, and I ignored it. I didn’t want him picking up on the fact I was sick, so I just texted him that I was tired and going to bed. He seemed to buy it, leaving me to rest.
I woke the next morning to my phone ringing on the nightstand, I groaned, because it had been ringing all morning between Robyn and my mother. I told them I had caught a stomach bu
g from school so they’d let it go and left me alone.
“What?” I whined into it.
“Are you ok?” Cory asked, concern clear in his voice. FUCK. I should’ve checked the caller ID.
“No. I caught a stomach bug.” I gave him the same lie I gave Robyn and mom.
“Open your door so I can come in and check on you.”
“Not happening.”
“Dammit Katie, open this door now.”
“Or what? You can’t break in, and if you tried Cocoa would eat your ass for lunch.”
“I’m losing my patience, Kitty. Open the door.”
“Go away.”
“You’re asking for this.” His words were followed by the sound of footfalls in my foyer. Cocoa took off running, toward the door. I grabbed my blanket, pulling it over myself.
I was in my frumpiest nightgown. It was essentially a long T-shirt that hung to my knees, but it was old, ratty and stained. I’ve had it forever. It used to be my mom’s, but I swiped it from her drawer on one of my visits to her house. It just has a way of making me feel better when I’m sick, like she’s close.
I would have gotten up, but if I did the world would spin and I’d blow chunks all over him.
My bedroom door was open, so he came right in. “How did you get in?”
“I used the key.”
I sprang up in bed, forgetting about my ratty attire. “How the hell did you get a key to my place?”
Before he could even answer, my stomach rebelled at the quick movement and my head felt like it was on backwards. I hopped up from bed and ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before I started throwing up again.
It was too much to ask that he would be grossed out, but no, I felt his hands brush my neck and gather my hair in a fist. I was sick and the move still made my tummy clench, even though I felt like shit. He’d held my hair like that before, only for a much more pleasurable reason.
I gagged a few more times, with nothing coming, so I got up from paying tribute to the porcelain god – his hand was still in my hair.
He towered over me, and when I looked up into his whiskey-colored eyes, I almost forgot to be wary of him finding out my secret.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“Yeah, you do.”
He made no move to leave, instead he used his hold on my hair to pull me closer. He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead before releasing me.
He left the room, so I quickly brushed my teeth and went back to bed. The kiss he just gave me was the least sexy kiss we’ve had, but it felt so much more intimate. It was sweet and kind, but it had that delicious sense of control with his hand in my hair.
When Cocoa didn’t come back right away, I grabbed my college hoodie and threw it on over my night shirt. “Cocoa?” I called out. She came around the corner from the kitchen, her tail wagging a mile a minute, and her tongue hanging out as she panted in excitement. “Whatcha doing girl?”
“Helping herself to some breakfast.” I looked up to see Cory leaning against the wall.
“I thought you left.”
“No. I was going to see if you had anything to drink that would help settle your stomach. You don’t.”
“No, and I’ve been too sick to go out.”
“When did you get sick?” His eyes were searching. I could tell him. Right now would be the perfect time to tell him, but I chickened out.
“It started Friday of last week.”
“You’ve had this for four days. Have you gone to the doctor yet?”
“No, it’s just a stomach bug.”
“You’re sure about that?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “It could be food poisoning or something.”
“Yeah. I’m sure.”
Chapter Sixteen
Cory
My patience was wearing thin. I promised myself I would give her until Valentine’s Day to tell me, but getting caught throwing her guts up, was the perfect opportunity to say something. Instead, she blames it on a damn stomach bug.
“What have you eaten today?”
“Not much because I keep throwing everything I eat up.”
“When are you going to the doctor?”
She paused and looked at me, her eyes were wary. ‘Yeah, Kitten, I know,’ I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut. She needed to tell me.
“If it keeps up, I’ll go on Thursday.”
“Good.” At least she was going to the doctor to check on our baby.
I went into her kitchen to get her something to drink, but I really just needed a minute to calm down. I wanted to call her on the baby so damn bad, so I could go with her to the appointment. It’s my baby too, dammit, but I was going to give her the time she needed, even if it killed me.
She didn’t have any ginger tea, but she did have some chamomile, that with some honey may help sooth her throat from the acidity of throwing up all night. I focused on the task at hand, and it helped buy me some time until I could face her again without calling her on the baby.
When I walked back into the living room carrying the tea, I found Katie curled up on the couch, asleep. Cocoa’s body was lying across her legs with her head propped up on her hip.
They both looked comfortable, and I figured this was a position they rested in often. “Watch out Cocoa.” The dog got up and stretched, yawning, and giving me an annoyed look before she moved to the rug on the floor.
I set the tea down on the table and lifted Katie into my arms. As comfortable as she looked on the couch, I couldn’t join her there, so I carried her to the bed, Cocoa right on my heels.
The dog jumped up at the foot of the bed and stayed there. I stripped out of my clothes and slid into bed beside Katie, wrapping my arm around her body and placing my hand over her belly.
It was too soon to feel the baby move, I knew that, but just the fact that our child was growing in her blew my mind. The baby was mine, she was mine. I just had to convince her of that.
I woke up some time later to the feel of Katie’s hand on my dick as she slid my cock through her wet heat. “Mmmmmm,” I groaned and stretched, opening my eyes to see her naked above me.
“I need you.”
“Whatever you need, Kitten, I’m here.”
The head of my cock rubbed across her clit, she gasped as a shiver wracked her body. It took everything in me not to take control and possess her, but tonight I let her go at her own pace.
She needed to feel like she was in control right now, even if that control was only an illusion. I’d let her have her illusion, and then I’d give her reality.
Katie was riding me, her curvy hips rising and falling over mine. Her beautiful breasts, so full, were bouncing with every pump on my cock. Her pussy sucking and pulling at my length with every movement of her hips.
She wasn’t getting close. I could feel her frustration rising as she tried to get herself off on my dick. I reached between our joined bodies and circled her clit, her pussy clenched around me hard – her hips jerking forward with need. It wasn’t long until she threw her head back as she cried out. Her pussy massaging my cock as the waves of her orgasm rippled through her.
“You had yours, Kitten. It’s time for me to take mine.” I flipped her over on her back before she knew it was coming. She squealed and laughed out, but her laughter turned into a moan as I buried myself deep inside her.
I threaded our fingers together and stretched her arms above her head, as I pounded into her welcoming heat. She felt amazing wrapped around me.
When she came again, I came with her – letting myself go – I fell forward over her, and fell even more in love with her.
Chapter Seventeen
Katie
I’d seen Cory pretty much every day since he found me sick that day. It was getting harder to waylay him and keep the truth hidden. If I started feeling sick, he would ask about what the doctor said. Once I almost popped off, “The doctor said our baby is fine,” but I chickened out, and told him it was just one of those things that had to
pass. Not completely a lie, but definitely not the truth.
The last couple days when he’d come over, he seemed antsy about something, like something was bothering him, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt like he was detaching from me already. My heart ached at the thought even as my head kept saying ‘I told you so’. It made it even harder for me to tell him about the baby.
If he was already setting himself up to leave, then I didn’t want to become a burden. It was one of my biggest fears – getting caught in a relationship where the man was only around for a child or out of a misguided sense of obligation.
“You ok?” I asked him. He was stretched out on the couch watching a football game, but he’d been moody since he walked through my door.
“Just fine.” His words said one thing, but his tone said another.
“Cory, what’s going on?” I sat on the coffee table and waited for him to answer.
“I’m watching the game.” He didn’t look at me, so I grabbed the remote off his stomach and turned the TV off.
“You have your own damn couch to watch the fucking game from. You aren’t going to come over here, ignore me, and act like a giant stick is shoved up your ass.” Dammit, what would Robyn say to Jim if he acted like this? “Act your age, not your shoe size,” I could practically hear Robyn’s voice as I said it.
He finally looked at me, and his eyes spoke of the storm coming. Cory was angry, angrier than I’d ever seen him before. I could tell he was trying not to say whatever war he was waging in his head.
“If you don’t want to be here, why are you?” I asked him, completely confused and befuddled.
“You’re right.” I watched helplessly as Cory got up, grabbed his wallet and keys off the table. Then walked toward the door. He was gone before the enormity of what just happened sunk in.
I didn’t tell him about the baby, and he left anyway. I was doomed either way. The worst thing I’d ever done was bid on that damn Santa. Scratch that. That was the second worst thing I’d done. The worst thing I’d ever done was letting my hormones think for me and giving Cory a chance. Stupid fucking Cupid was playing games with my heart, and I just came out the loser.
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