by Jenika Snow
She had her nails dug into the flesh at my shoulders, and her eyes were wide as she looked up at me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I said and leaned down to kiss her softly.
“I’m okay, Brendan.”
I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently. But with each passing second, my pleasure built to an all-consuming level, and I saw on Meghan’s face she felt it, too.
My hands were curled into the sheets by her head, my shoulders hunched forward as I thrust in and out of her.
My balls were drawn up close to my body, and my dick was so fucking hard it ached. I needed to get off desperately, needed to fill her with my spunk so she smelled like me … was marked by me.
Fuck yeah. I needed to mark her up real good. Then I’d lean back and watch as my cum slid out of her pussy and made a wet spot on the bed.
“Oh, shit,” I grunted, the feeling of her cunt squeezing my cock, and the images in my head sending me perilously close to the edge.
I looked at her breasts, the large mounds shaking as I fucked her. Her nipples were rosy colored, the tips hard, slightly elongated.
I dipped my head low and dragged my tongue over one stiff peak.
“God.” She breathed out.
I pulled one hard tip into my mouth and sucked, drawing the blood to the surface and feeling her squirm beneath me. She breathed hard, the soft sounds leaving her telling me she liked what I did.
“I want to fuck you until we both get off and I fill you up with my seed, Meghan.” I couldn’t help the words that came out of me; I didn’t even try to stop them.
She wanted me this way, and I’d make sure she enjoyed every fucking second of it.
11
Meghan
There was pain, and the discomfort was almost too much to handle at first, but with each passing second everything changed.
That uncomfortable feeling started to heat inside of me, started to feel good, powerful. The fact he was so big, so long and thick, had tears pricking my eyes. It was sudden, the penetration like noting I could have imagined, but it felt good.
So good.
Knowing this was Brendan in me, that he was the one telling me he loved me, that I was his, made everything else fade away.
I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, the muscles tight beneath my hands. I curled my nails into his flesh when he started pulling out. When he pushed back into me, the discomfort was there, but as time passed that pain left, and in its place was this euphoric feeling.
We didn’t speak for long minutes, and that was okay, because feeling Brendan in me, seeing how much he was trying to control himself, to go slow for me, made this moment mean so much more than he’d probably ever know.
And when he started moving in and out of me at a steady pace, I couldn’t help but open up and let all the emotions and sensations move through me.
We were sweaty, his body moving fluidly over mine, the massiveness of his form hovering above me, using his power to show me how good it could be.
“You like this, baby?”
A flash of pleasure slammed into me. “Yes,” I moaned.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He thrust in and out of me slowly, and then he leaned down to kiss me, never stopping his motions.
Brendan was slow and easy, but I knew that wouldn’t last.
And that was okay, because I didn’t want it to be prolonged. I wanted to explode for him and watch as he let go, too.
This feeling of being filled, stretched, and consumed by Brendan was something I’d always wanted, but not like anything I could have ever envisioned. The feeling of his hardness to my softness, of his masculinity to my femininity, made me so crazy with lust I couldn’t stand it.
“Kiss me,” I said on a whispered moan.
And he did just that … possessively, wildly, and like a man who knew what he wanted.
I couldn’t help that my inner muscles clenched around his cock, but it felt so good.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking it, Meghan, baby.” He started really moving then. Gone was the slow and easy, and in its place was fast and hard. “Fuck. Yeah.” He pulled out of me an inch, only so the broad head was now lodged in my pussy. Looking into my eyes, I could see he was fighting with himself, and I placed a hand on his hard, sweaty chest.
“I won’t break.”
It seemed that was all he needed to hear.
He thrust back into me, harder, with determination. I gasped, loving every second of it.
“The fact I finally have you…” he said in a strained voice. “Damn, it’s so fucking good.” He thrust deep in me again, pushing me up on the mattress. “You feel so good, Meghan.” He leaned in and kissed me, his breathing harsh, his motions almost frantic. “I fucking love you. I’ll always love you, and nothing will ever change that.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You understand me? You understand how much I mean every single word I say?”
I nodded, feeling the truth behind what he said, knowing this was the real deal.
This was my life.
With every inch he sank into me, I felt claimed … owned.
“I’m going to watch as I fuck you, as I make you mine, Meghan.” He pushed up slightly, and leaned back, looking between my legs. He watched as his cock moved in and out of me.
“Watch me, Meghan. Watch what I’m doing to you.”
I lifted up, braced my weight on my elbows, and gasped at the erotic sight before me.
I saw blood coat Brendan’s length, my virginity in a physical form.
He was huge, his thick dick plunging in and out of me, stretching me.
“You like watching what I do to you? You like watching as I claim your virginity the same way you’re claiming mine?”
I could only nod.
He shifted a little more so he was on his knees, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down just a little so he was deep in me. He used his thumbs to pull apart my pussy lips, and the fact he had his hands there, as well as his cock buried in me, had me nearly coming right then and there. Then he slid his thumbs lower until he had them right by my pussy hole. He just kept them there, making me very aware of the fact he was touching the most intimate part of me.
Brendan grabbed my hips and started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder. “This might be a pretty arrogant, and bastard thing for me to say, Meghan—” he said and slammed into me again and again. “But every part of you belongs to me.” He continued to slam in again and again, and I arched my chest, a gasp leaving me.
“Your virginity will always be mine, the same as mine will always be yours.”
“Yes, Brendan.”
“Say my name again.”
“Brendan,” I moaned.
The play of his muscles as he thrust into me, fucked me like he’d been waiting his whole life, turned me on.
He has been waiting for you, the same way you’ve been waiting for him.
We were both so sweaty, but God it was the good kind, the kind I wanted to have all over my body because it meant we were so passionate.
The sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filled the room.
Brendan tilted his head back, his neck muscles straining.
“God, I’m so close,” I cried out, not caring that I sounded high-pitched.
He placed his thumb on my clit and started rubbing it back and forth. He looked back at me, his focus on my face, like he was intent on watching me come.
“Do it, Meghan. Come for me.”
And just like that, I did.
I exploded for him.
My pussy muscles clenched around him, and he bucked against me harder.
Grunts and groans left him.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, Meghan,” he gasped out. “I want to get you off again, but fuck, I can’t hold off.”
“Don’t stop.” I wanted to see him get off because of me.
He groaned harshly again.
“Fuck. I love you so much.” He thrust in deep. “I’ve been waiting fo
r this moment, for you to be mine, for a long fucking time.”
I was going to come again.
As I looked into his face, I saw Brendan’s control slipping, and I knew his it wasn’t going to last much longer. “I’m coming again,” I said and cried out as the pleasure crashed through me.
“God, so fucking good,” he said, his eyes closed, the strain on his face clear.
My inner muscles clamped down hard, and we both moaned. He started fucking me faster, harder, and hit something deep in me. I arched my back and let that sensation consume me.
“That’s it. Milk my cock like you’re dying for my cum.”
I knew the moment he came right along with me. His huge body went rigid, and this deep sound left him when he buried himself deep inside me.
It was long seconds before his body finally relaxed, and he rested his full weight on me. We were both sweaty, our skin pressed together erotically, and all I wanted to do was stay like this, but I did need to breathe, and Brendan was a big man.
He rolled off me and pulled me in close. My back was to his chest, and he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist. Before I knew what he was doing, he had his hand between my legs, his fingers pressed to my pussy, and he pushed the cum starting to slip out of me back in.
“I belong in here, always.”
A shiver at his words and actions played through me. He removed his hand, and I turned in his arms so we were face to face. I leaned up to kiss him, wanting to be as close as I could because of the intimacy we’d just shared. I knew I’d never get enough.
I tilted my head back, looked at his face, and tried to gauge what he might be thinking.
He looked down at me, and the smile he gave me had me knowing everything would be okay, that this had been the right thing to do, and that nothing was screwed up.
“I meant every word I said,” he told me softly. “Every fucking word, Megan.”
My heart did a little jump inside my chest.
“From the moment I knew I loved you, it’s always been you. No one will ever compare, and no one will ever make me feel the way you do.” He shifted on the bed and cupped the side of my face with his big hand. “And I won’t let you go. I have you now, and that’s how it’ll stay.” The silence only lasted a few seconds before he spoke again. “I want you to stay here with me, not because you have to, not because you don’t have any other place to go, but because you want to be here with me. To be mine, Meghan.”
I felt my heart beat harder.
“I want you to be in my bed, to be in my life, share it with me.” He looked at me, cupped the side of my face, and I felt the love he had for me. “I want that so fucking badly. I want to share my life with you.”
I didn’t hold back my smile. “I want that, Brendan.”
“Yeah?” he asked and got this huge grin on his face.
“Yeah.” He held me tighter. “I don’t want to go anywhere, Brendan,” I said honestly.
“Good, because you’re mine.”
Epilogue
Meghan
Four years later
I looked at my phone, checked the text from Brendan again, and then looked at the restaurant in front of me. It looked closed, but the address was correct. I was just about to call Brendan when the front door opened and an older man smiled and gestured me in.
“Meghan?” he asked, and I nodded, moving forward. “Please, come in.”
I knitted my brows, not sure what in the hell was going on, but entered the building.
When I’d gotten the text from Brendan earlier today to meet at this restaurant about forty-five minutes away from where we lived, I was obviously confused. Not only did he say he’d meet me there because he was working late, but I’d had to come alone.
The fact was I wasn’t even in the mood for dinner, especially driving nearly an hour by myself to do it. I had to talk to Brendan, because what I had to tell him scared the hell out of me.
It was something that I’d just found out this morning, and I knew I wasn’t going to wait to reveal the fact I was pregnant.
I exhaled at that thought. Me. A mother. It scared the hell out of me, and although Brendan and I had made a life for ourselves, this wasn’t a planned pregnancy, and it was huge. How would Brendan even react? I knew he wanted children, and although we’d been together four years already, not planning for something like this could make anyone’s head spin.
I knew mine was.
The man who let me in shut the restaurant door behind us. I stood there, staring at the empty interior: the tables and chairs all perfectly lined around the open space, the bar off to the side that had only the liquor lights on, showing the massive display behind the counter.
“I don’t understand—”
“Right this way,” he said, cutting me off. I followed him through the empty restaurant, down a short hallway, and then he finally stopped in front of a closed door. “Here you are,” he said, gestured to the door, then turned and left.
What the hell?
I pushed the door open, and I felt every part of my body freeze up. Brendan stood in the center of the room. There were so many candles scattered around he didn’t need any other lighting. A small, intimate table was set off to the side, two covered plates on top of it, and this low music filtered throughout the room.
“Brendan?” I asked, looking around, still not sure what in the hell was going on. When my focus landed on him again, I finally noticed he was dressed very nice. A suit and tie covered his huge, muscular form, and I felt the familiar heat start to fill me.
Even all these years later, I just needed to look at him and I felt pleasure.
Then I realized what he held in his hand.
A small black box.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, felt my heart start to beat overtime, and although I was still frozen to the spot, I was deliriously happy.
We’d spoken about marriage so many times over the last four years I knew this day would come eventually. But it had been my decision to wait until after I finished school and got my Masters.
And I had just completed my last advanced course today.
I covered my mouth, tears starting to fill my eyes. He didn’t know I was pregnant, and he stood there waiting to propose. But would me telling him change the events that I knew were going to happen tonight?
I knew I had to tell him before anything else went down.
“Brendan, I need to talk to you.” I knew how I probably looked: nervous and worried. The concern was on his face instantly, and he was in front of me in a matter of seconds.
“What’s wrong? Whose ass do I need to beat for making you look scared?” Only a second passed before he started speaking again. “Oh shit, maybe it’s me.”
I shook my head, not wanting him to think any of that.
“You saw all this, and I scared the fuck out of you, didn’t I?”
I shook my head again. This was getting worse. I just spit it out. “I’m pregnant.” A moment of silence stretched out where he didn’t say anything. But then I saw the worry on his expression slowly turn to shock. I quickly spoke again, not sure what to make of the sudden pressure in the room. “I wanted to tell you in case you didn’t want to go through with this.” I snapped my mouth shut, feeling all kinds of nervous right now.
“Not want to do this?” he finally said after long seconds, the shock in his voice clear. “Baby,” he said and moved closer, “this is all I’ve wanted since the moment you said you’d be mine.” And then he dropped to his knees and covered my belly with his hands. “And now you have my baby in you.”
Tears fell instantly, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. He stayed down there for long seconds, just holding his hands on my belly. Any thought I might have had about Brendan not being okay with this went right out the damn window.
He opened the ring box and stared up at me. “Meghan, although I’m pretty sure you know what’s going on—” he said and smiled, and I couldn’t help but return it with my own water
y grin. “But you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. You’re the only woman that means anything to me. Without you, I don’t exist. Without you in my life, I’m nothing but a shell of a man.”
God, here were more tears.
“It’s because of you I’m a better person and want to be that way until the day I die. I waited until you graduated before doing this, because I knew that’s what you wanted. But I want you to know I have wanted you as my wife since the moment you told me you loved me.”
I wiped my tears away, feeling like I was floating above all of this, experiencing it from another point of view.
“I can’t picture myself being with anyone else, sharing my life with any other woman.” He still held one hand on my belly, and I felt his fingers lightly flex on my cotton-covered stomach. “And now you’re giving me a baby, Meghan.” He still held the ring up, a gorgeous solitaire that was perfect in every way. “You’ve already made me the happiest man ten times over, but saying yes would be pretty incredible, too.”
I chuckled softly and nodded. “Yes.” He stood and wrapped me in an embrace. For long seconds, he just held me, and it was the best feeling in the world. Then he pulled away, removed the ring from the box, and slipped it on my finger.
“You’ve always been mine; this just makes it official.”
I laughed softly after he spoke. I’d always been Brendan’s, and I always would be.
Epilogue
Brendan
Nine months later
I was a father.
So much joy, so much happiness, filled me to the point I didn’t even try not to cry.
I stood back, watching as the nurse handed my daughter to Meghan. God, I was full-on crying now, probably looking like someone who couldn’t keep his shit together, but hell, I didn’t care. I didn’t care what anyone said.