by Vivien Vale
And I’m especially fucking sorry for trying to have sex with her like some clumsy monster the moment I stumbled in.
June’s sobbing slowly subsides completely, and she pulls out of my embrace.
“What happened?”
I shrug. Where do I even start?
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
June wraps her arms around her, as if warding off some evil force in the room.
“You have to talk about it. You have to tell me,” she insists.
Our eyes meet. Hundreds of unspoken words pass between us.
Have I really only known this woman for a few weeks? It seems so much longer.
“Okay,” I grumble and run my hands through my hair.
“Okay, what?”
Feeling too guilty to even look at her, I start to pace the room.
Sometimes it’s easier to get things off my chest if I keep moving. I’m not sure what it is, probably has something to do with endorphins or some shit.
“Lawrence wasn’t alone at the bar tonight,” I start, but my entire mouth fucking freezes up before I can say another word.
Why is it so fucking hard to talk about what happened?
Because I acted like a total fool is the answer, but I can’t tell June that—not like that, at least. June deserves the truth, but fuck, I don’t even know what the truth is.
“Lawrence was there tonight with Chantal. Chantal is the very first woman I had sex with. And, from that very first time, she got pregnant—and you know the rest already.”
I stop there.
It’s not a stop for dramatic effect. I need to catch my breath. June stays perfectly still, as if fearing she might ruin the moment by making the wrong move.
“Anyway, tonight, they told me she’s going to be married to Lawrence. And on top of that, that she’s pregnant.”
Another pause.
June still does not move.
“I don’t know,” I continue. “There’s something wrong with all this. I mean, she had an abortion when she was pregnant with me. I know that was a long damn time ago, but why would she suddenly be pregnant with my brother’s child and want to keep it?”
If I thought June is going to have something, or anything to say about that, I was mistaken. She’s still just standing, her back to the window, arms wrapped around herself.
“You’ve got to understand, June, I don’t love her. Tonight, I realized I never loved her. It’s just…I don’t understand what the two are up to. I’d hate for an innocent child to be brought into the world by two crazy drug addicts who may only be doing this to spite me…and get into the good graces of our father.”
There. I’d told her everything there’s to tell.
Silence.
It’s so quiet, I think I can hear my own heart beating in my chest.
“I’m sorry,” mutters June.
Her words shatter my heart. It’s so like June to take on the burden of others. There’s absolutely fucking nothing she has to be sorry about.
Finally, I stop my pacing and stare at her.
Behind her, the sun is now starting to rise from its slumber. Golden rays of sunlight are making their way into the window. June is bathed in this light, and for a brief second, I think I can see a halo above her head.
Angelic.
She’s my angel—my guardian angel.
With her by my side, I can get through anything.
I try approaching her again.
This time, I bend down toward her waiting lips.
Gently, softly, and slowly, my lips hover above hers before they come down to kiss her.
My intention is a kiss.
But her hands wrap around my neck, and I feel another surge of intense feelings rush through me. Somehow, I feel I love her even more than I did this morning.
My hands caress her ass, her back and then rub her belly.
A tiny moan of pleasure from her lips tells me she’s ready.
Chapter 26
June
The rain rushes down the living room window as my palm slaps against it. Carter’s own palm covers the back of mine, warm and rough. He fits his fingers into the spaces between mine and squeezes tight.
His free hand cups the sharp angle of my lower ribcage, just above the slight swell of my belly. He pulls my body against his, and I find myself trapped between two worlds of sensation: the chill of the glass window and the hard, demanding heat of him.
I’ve never seen Carter like this before. Never felt the darkness that accompanies the way his lips find my skin.
First, a hard kiss. Then, a hungry scrape of teeth.
“Tell me you want it,” he growls against my neck. His teeth sink into the soft, delicate flesh there, and I cry out. In agony, or in ecstasy, I’m still not sure. “Tell me you want me, June. Me and only me.”
The sharpness of his teeth biting into my skin floods my brain with pleasure and longing. I can feel Carter’s darkness wrap around me like smoke in the night. And I can feel it sinking beneath my skin, traveling through my veins, and filling my head with dark, primal desires of my own.
“You,” I gasp. “You and only you.”
Even before my words are out, his body is pushing hard against mine. For the briefest of seconds, I fear the glass might give way, so much force is there behind the movement.
It seems strange to me how a few minutes ago, the sun was poking its golden rays through the window, and now there’s a raging storm. The sound of the rain against the window is akin to drummers beating wildly on their drums.
My own heart beats wildly in my chest.
Perhaps it wasn’t so strange to see the dramatic change in the weather, or perhaps it wasn’t so strange to see the dramatic change in Carter.
We’re all capable of dramatic change, people and nature.
I myself took drastic action when I found Kody had cheated on me. Admittedly, my change was not as rough or dark as Carter’s was.
“Tell me again,” Carter demands.
His hands are running down my sides, exploring my curves.
“You. I want you,” I repeat and feel my heart beat a little faster.
Loud thunder growls in the distance.
Seconds later, the sky lights up with the zigzag of a massive lightning strike.
Since arriving in the city, I haven’t seen a storm like this. Back home, these kinds of thunderstorms happen all the time.
When I was little, the loud booming of a thunderstorm would always send me running to seek out my dad and hug him fearfully. He would tell me how a thunderstorm was just nature’s way of arguing. I didn’t care for that explanation.
Right now, with Carter’s massive cock at the opening of my wet pussy, I’m torn between fear of the storm and lust ripping through me.
The way I’m pressed against the cold, hard glass of the window is less than comfortable. Any sign of tenderness that Carter had shown a few minutes before he ripped my clothes off is gone.
In its place is this animal, and I’m not sure I like it.
Perhaps if I weren’t pregnant, I’d feel different about this strong and rough beast.
As if reading my mind, he spins me around.
Now I’m facing him. I’m breathing short and shallow. There’s no doubt about it, even with my mixed feelings, that I’m horny as a cow in season.
“Do you want me to fuck you, June? Here, against the window?”
Even his voice is not his any more. It’s deeper and angrier.
And darker.
For a second, I wonder if there’s been a switch again. Could it be Lawrence who’s looking at me like that and talking to me in that voice?
No. I couldn’t say why exactly, but…I just really don’t feel like it is.
If only there were some evidence for certainty’s sake.
My eyes find his cock.
Okay, so I haven’t seen Lawrence naked, but I know this cock. I know that this cock, standing at attention, is the one that’s been inside of me a few times now.<
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It’s definitely Carter’s cock.
And then another thought strikes me. Is this yet another brother I didn’t know about? Are the Abraham brothers actually triplets?
Or quadruplets, maybe?
Darn it. It’s time to shut down that line of thinking before I go batty.
“Is it a yes or a no?”
His question throws me for a loop. I haven’t been paying attention—I’m too wrapped up in my own confusion and apprehension.
On the one hand, I want the old Carter back. But on the other hand, I kind of want to see where this is going.
I’m realizing now, as a feverish heat spreads through me, that I kind of really want to see where this is going.
The sound of rain whipping against the window behind me is overcome momentarily by a crash of thunder in the distance.
“Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
“Yes, what? ‘Yes, fuck me?’ Say, it June. Come on, say it. ‘Fuck me, Carter.’”
As he speaks to me, his face contorts. It makes him look as if he’s in pain.
I swallow.
He knows I don’t swear.
He knows I don’t even think in swear words—usually.
“I can’t hear you.”
His cock is pressing against my pussy. It seems to be searching for the gateway to heaven.
“I want you...” My voice stops suddenly.
I can’t say it.
“‘Fuck me. Carter, I want you to fuck me’,” he says for me.
“Carter…yes, I want you.”
It’s all I can say for now, and before I can say anything else, his mouth finds mine again.
By now, his hands are roving all over me. His fingers find my nipples. They squeeze and pull and tease.
Being a little more sensitive in the breast area already, it does not take much to get them hard. In fact, as soon as Carter touches them, they turn so hard, I’m pleased I’m not facing the window anymore, because I’d probably cut through the glass.
He lifts his mouth and finds my tits. His teeth grab and pull at my nipples, like a dog with a piece of rawhide.
He shakes and pulls left to right and back again. I bite my bottom lip.
I’m not used to the sensations of pleasure and pain mixed together so thoroughly.
Just when I think I’ll go insane with sensational overload, his mouth stops and pulls off me, releasing my nipple with a loud pop. Carter’s mouth travels to my belly, and he places what feels like thousands of kisses on me with no pauses.
Now I close my eyes and lean my head against the window. Thunder rumbles through the clouds again.
“So, June, are you ready to be fucked?” His eyes are locked on mine again. How does he move so quickly up and down? “I mean, really be fucked?”
With a quivering lip, I nod.
It may not be obvious from my quiet nod, but my insides are burning with desire, and my pussy is positively dripping with want.
His cock is at my opening within seconds of my nod.
Instead of taking his time and easing into me, he pushes hard and fast all the way.
A gasp catches in my throat, and my breathing becomes labored.
When he pulls out again, I try to catch my breath, but this little interlude doesn’t last long.
Carter starts ramming into me harder and faster than a posthole digger into the ground. His hands knead my tits.
The tiny flame flickering inside of me is burning brightly now. Fireworks are going off inside my head and tummy.
But, for the first time, there’s a feeling of sensitivity in the mix. Carter’s massive cock grows to gigantic proportions with each inward thrust. It thickens and grows, the way dough does when yeast is added to it, and you leave to sit and rest.
Each inward thrust knocks the air right out of me.
Instinctively, I struggle against him a little. He seems to misread my signal and grabs me harder. His right hand travels up to my neck, and there it stays.
When I struggle against him, the hand tightens around my neck.
Fear rips through me, as does something else.
Desire.
Oddly, the sensation of having my circulation cut off heightens my sense of pleasure. But I fight it.
I don’t like the way he’s treating me.
Something feels wrong.
As his hands are still around my neck and restricting my breathing, I feel him tense inside of me.
The walls of my pussy are grabbing his cock and massaging it. I’m lost in a parallel universe. This entire experience is so strange to me, I feel as if I’ve left planet Earth and gone somewhere totally different.
A place where pleasure and pain rule in equal measure.
Carter’s face twists and contorts, foretelling the orgasm that’s about to engulf him. As he thrusts for the last time before the dam bursts, his grip tightens.
Fear takes hold of me, immediately followed by my own orgasm.
My body shudders, shakes, and quivers. It feels as if I’ve jumped off a mountain without a parachute, and I’m approaching the ground at a dangerous speed. But, at the last minute, something stops me from smashing into the ground.
I’m breathing hard and fast.
Carter finishes delivering his massive load into me.
He pulls out of me, and I sink to the ground. The world is spinning, and suddenly, I shiver from the cold.
Or maybe it’s not the cold that’s sending shivers through me.
Something doesn’t feel right.
That was not Carter’s normal way of fucking me.
I don’t know what to say about it, or how I feel about it. All I know for sure is that a fierce animal’s been unleashed in Carter.
Chapter 27
Carter
I lay June down gently.
I’m ready to take her again, but this time with a little more care.
The floor is sleek and glossy beneath us. June’s chestnut waves cascade across the hardwood as I cradle her in my arms.
One hand caresses the back of her skull. The other holds the small of her back. She spreads her thighs for me, and I move between them instinctively.
Perfect fucking fit.
It doesn’t take long for my cock to come to life again. It seems the mere proximity of June and her pussy is more than enough for that.
I free my hands from beneath her just so I can stroke her beautiful fucking skin. June tilts her head back, gasping as I position my cock against her tight, slick pussy.
My fingers pet her possessively, sliding down her neck, over her breasts—until finally, they reach her stomach.
There’s a small swell between us where our child grows.
I smooth my hands around it for a moment, entranced by what my cum has done to June’s perfect body—her hard, sensitive nipples and her womanly curves.
It’s an improvement, as far as I’m concerned. When I first saw her, I never thought she could be more beautiful.
Seeing her now, I know I was wrong.
The glow I saw around her earlier has intensified. I’m not sure if it’s the pregnancy glow or just her fucking aura.
I’ve heard people bandy the term aura around as though they’re fucking experts when I know they have no fucking idea.
If an aura is the light someone gives off, then June’s aura is fucking golden. When I saw the halo over her earlier, I swear I thought I was going to fuck an angel.
As far as I’m concerned, she is an angel.
My angel.
My body gently rubs against hers.
The wild animal in me, the one that ravished her just a little while ago, is back in its box. I’ve tamed it.
For the time being, at least.
“You know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, June,” I whisper into her ear.
Her cheeks flush with color.
Now she looks even hotter, which I didn’t think was even possible.
Suddenly, the urgency I was feeling is g
one. I want to slow time down. I want to make this moment last as long as possible.
I can still hear the rain beating against the window, but the storm itself seems to have passed. The thunder and lightning have moved on. Maybe they’ve taken the animal inside me with them.
This was not like last time. This time, I want to be gentle, but I still want to make absolutely fucking certain she gets all the pleasure she deserves.
Which is a fucking lot.
My index finger traces an invisible line on her lips. Almost without thinking, my hand moves to her pussy, scoops up her own juices, and then goes back up to her lips.
Tentatively, her tongue pokes out to taste.
Before she can lick my finger clean, I put it in my own mouth.
“Not too sweet…not too salty…just right,” I announce and move my hand back to her pussy.
Her eyes follow my every move.
This time, I don’t give her a taste but take it all myself.
“I think I’ll need to get a better taste of this delicious elixir of life.”
At my words, she giggles.
Her laughter is music to my wounded soul.
Slowly, I let my tongue trace random lines along her chest, breasts, and belly until I reach her pussy.
Here, my tongue zooms in to find her clit. Back and forth I go.
Her moans spur me on. Her earlier resistance is gone…melted away.
As my tongue works its magic on her pussy, I leave my hand on the special space where our baby is growing.
This is where my hand will be spending a lot of time. I can’t wait for her tummy to grow and expand to make room for the new member of our family.
I can’t help but wonder if he or she will look like June or me?
If it’s a girl, I hope it will be the spitting image of her mother. Nothing wrong if it’s a boy who gets some of my looks, but a girl should be all her mother.
June’s quivering a little, and I decide it’s time to stop what I’m doing and shift gears.
Gently, I glide back up and rest my arms on either side of her.
“Do you need a cushion?” I ask, concerned she’s okay.
June shakes her head. “I just need you,” she whispers.
I’m not sure, but I think there’s a tear in her eye.
“You’ve got me right here,” I say and take this opportunity to let my cock slide into her tight pussy.