by Snow, Jenika
“I’m going to plant my baby inside of you tonight, Jo.”
Chapter Fifteen
Jo
I’m breathing harder, faster, and I doubt I’ll be able to relax. My hands are on his biceps, my nails digging into my flesh.
“When I say I want you as mine, I mean that and so much more, Jo.” He slips his hand along my side and places his palm right between my legs. “I want to own this sweet pussy, baby.”
I can’t stop the sound that leaves me. It’s like this soft mewling noise, one of unashamed need.
Cooper nips at my earlobe, and I dig my nails harder into his flesh. He adds just a bit of pressure, but before I can let go and just let Cooper get me off, he moves his hand back, disappointing me. And when he has his palm on my belly, I hold my breath, knowing what he’s going to say before the words come out.
His fingers span the width, and he leans back to look me in the eyes.
“And every single time I take you, claim you as mine, I’ll make sure to fill you up with my cum until you carry my baby.”
I can’t help but gasp.
God, the things he says shouldn’t turn me on, but they do, so much that I’m soaking wet.
“Tell me that’s what you want, Jo. Tell me you want to be mine, that nothing will stand in the way of making that happen.”
I suck in a deep breath and nod. God, I want that.
“Tell me that you want me to be the only one who knows how tight and hot this little pussy is.”
“Cooper,” I breathe out.
“Tell me you don’t want anything between us when I fuck you, that you want me to fill you up with my seed. That you want me so damn deep in you that tomorrow my cum will still be dripping from your tight little cunt.”
“Yes,” I moan and arch my back, my breasts thrust out.
“Does that scare you, Jo? Does it frighten you to know how much I want you, how much I want all of you?”
I lick my lips and shake my head. “No,” I whisper honestly.
“That’s it, give yourself over to me, baby.”
God, is this really happening?
Cooper has his hand on my belly, and I can’t deny what he says thrills and arouses me. But it also kind of scares me in a very real way.
He wants me. All of me.
He wants to give me a baby. His baby.
“So fucking primed for me,” he growls out, his breath brushing along my cheek. He smells good, so good that my inner muscles clench from the scent alone.
He leans in and claims my mouth without saying anything else. The way he strokes his tongue along mine sends this heat wave through my body.
When he pulls away, I can’t breathe. I am ready for him, so ready.
“I want to be so deep in you, Jo,” he groans against my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access.
“Being mine means you’re my everything.”
“Yes.” And that’s exactly what I want.
“You sure you want to go there with me, baby girl?” he whispers and I nod. He kisses me again, hard and possessively, demanding more. He starts pressing his erection against my belly. He’s huge, long, and so hard it is like his cock is a steel rod.
He moves his hands down my face, strokes his fingers along the sides of my neck, and stops right below my ears. Cooper places his thumbs at my pulse points, adding just the slightest pressure. It is a touch of ownership. I can feel it.
After a few seconds, he continues to descend my body. He strokes his tongue over my lips for only a second before delving into my mouth, plunging the muscle in and out, working me up to a frenzy. He breaks away and moves his mouth over my breasts, along my belly, over my hip bone, and stops right at the top of my pussy. It feels so good that I can’t even think.
He curls his fingers into my flesh and pulls me down on the bed so my ass is hanging slightly off the mattress, against him. When he runs his tongue over my flesh, I shiver and dig my nails into the mattress.
“Touch me,” he all but demands.
I grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. He hisses and then groans.
He lifts his head so we are eye level. A second passes with silence between us.
“Do it again,” he grits out.
I dig my nails into his flesh again and his gaze is locked on mine. He’s moving back up my body a second later and claiming my mouth in a brutal, searing kiss. Our teeth clash together, our tongues fuck one another, and I am more than ready for whatever Cooper wants.
When he breaks away this time, I can see his mouth parted, his pupils dilated.
He rests his forehead against mine, our breath mingling. “I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.”
He’s rock hard, so big and thick. Cooper moves his hands down my sides, then pushes them between my body and the mattress until he’s gripping my ass. He runs the pads of his index fingers along the crease where my butt and legs meet, and then moves them along my outer thigh. He leans back and has his hands on my knees, urging me to open for him.
My throat is so dry, but I manage to say, “Touch me.”
He doesn’t make me wait. Cooper moves down my body until he’s right between my legs, his warm breath moving along the most intimate part of me. He places his hands on my inner thighs, right beside my pussy, so close I can feel the heat from them.
His fingers are big, slightly callused, and I close my eyes when he breathes a stream of warm air along my slit.
“Cooper, please, stop torturing me,” I moan, beg.
And then he moves his hands closer, his fingers now touching my pussy, his thumbs pulling my lips apart. He slides them up until he reaches my clit. He rubs the small bud for a second, driving my lust higher, having me dig my heels into the mattress. Then I feel his mouth on me. He sucks and licks at me, running his tongue up and down my cleft, flattening it and licking me like he’s savoring every last drop I give him.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls.
I rise up just slightly and look down the length of my body to see his blond hair between my thighs, his mouth still on my pussy.
I take in the wide expanse of his broad shoulders, follow the lines of his tattoos that wrap around his arms and back, know they go over his chest as well, and feel my heart jerk in my chest.
“You ready for me?” he murmurs against my flesh before rising up slightly and showing me how glossy his mouth is.
From me.
He straightens and runs his palm over his mouth, shows it to me, how wet it is, how it glistens, then proceeds to lick all my cream from his skin.
Good. God.
I could climax just from watching him do that.
I nod.
I’m more than ready to be his.
Chapter Sixteen
Cooper
I can’t wait any longer. I’ve made sure she’s ready. I know, no matter what I do, it will hurt her when I take her virginity, but I’ve done everything I can to make sure it’s as easy as possible. She has no idea the restraint it took to do that. All I really want to do is fall on her and bury my cock so deep inside of her that she could taste me for days. I never thought of myself as a family man before, but I know putting my baby inside of Jo is what I was born for.
I never thought much about destiny or soulmates, but if that stuff is real, then I know Jo is mine. I knew from the first moment I walked into the office at the gym and saw her standing there she was different.
She was special.
And now, she’s about to be mine.
I can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard that she’s giving herself to. It’s a gift that I’ll never take for granted.
I position myself over her body, pulling her legs so they rest on my hips.
“There’s no going back, Jo,” I tell her, needlessly.
“I don’t want to,” she replies. “I want to belong to you.”
“Keep your eyes on me, Jo. Don’t look away,” I order. I want to watch
her every minute I’m inside of her. I want to see every thought, emotion, feeling that moves over her face as I claim her. This is a moment I don’t want either of us to ever forget.
She bites down on her lip, reaches up to slide her fingers against the scruff on my face, her gaze soft.
“I won’t look away, Cooper. I’m right here with you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
I position my cock against her slit, sliding it up and down her wet depths so that my shaft is covered in her juices. The lips of her pussy cling to my cock, sucking at my hard length, trying to take it inside of her. The feeling is unexplainable.
“This will hurt,” I grumble, my voice thick with emotion.
“Only for a minute,” she responds and I pray she’s right. I don’t want to hurt her, not even for a second.
“You belong to me now, Jo,” I tell her as I push just the tip of my cock against her entrance.
“I know,” she answers, surprising me. “And now you’ll belong to me, too,” she adds and as she says that, she wraps her legs around my hips and thrusts up, impaling herself with my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my dick breaks through the thin barrier of her virginity and slides into her tight tunnel. She cries out my name, her eyes wide, her gaze locked on mine. “Baby,” I whisper, doing my best to hold still, letting her body get adjusted to me.
I curl my hand against her nape, holding her tenderly. My heart feels as if it’s turning somersaults in my chest as a feeling so intense grips me, I know I’ll never be the same.
“Oh,” she gasps, licking her lips.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m better than okay,” she says with a shy smile. I kiss her gently, needing the touch, the taste of her mouth. I need to solidify our connection on every level.
“You feel so good,” I groan.
“I think you’re supposed to move,” she says against my lips.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I say and as significant as this moment is, I find myself smiling, close to laughter.
She moves under me, shifting her body slightly, causing me to sink even deeper into her, my shaft moving fluidly against the side of her honeyed walls—giving me a taste of heaven with a little bit of hell. I need to fuck her hard, but I want to give her time.
“I’m not feeling pain, Cooper. I need more,” she pleads.
Tentatively at first, I withdraw from her body. Her pussy sucks my shaft, the sound exquisite to my ears. When I’ve almost withdrawn, I plunge back inside, going deeper, thrusting harder.
“Jesus,” I groan, never having experienced pleasure this intense before.
“Take me, Cooper. Take me,” she urges, her nails biting into my back, scraping into the skin as I fuck her hard and slow, memorizing every second with her.
“I am, baby. I’m taking every fucking inch of this pussy, carving my cock in it, tunneling in it so that it’s shaped to accept my dick and only mine.”
“Yes!” she gasps. I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth, biting down on the hard, little nub, pulling and teasing on it. Jo’s body jerks and trembles beneath me, her pussy impossibly wet. Her walls flutter against my cock. She’s so close to coming, I can tell, and I’m not far behind her.
“This is my pussy now, Jo. All mine,” I growl, fucking her harder, pushing in and out of her tight little cunt. “I own it now.”
“Cooper, more…” she begs, her head falling back against the mattress.
“Look at me, Jo.”
“I… I… I’m going to come, Cooper.”
“Only when you’re looking at me, Jo. I want to see your face when you come, baby. I want to see your face when I plant my baby inside of you.”
She drags her gaze back to me, her eyes hazy in appearance, filled with desire. I take my fingers and reach down between us, rubbing her hard clit as I fuck her.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Jo?”
“You, Cooper,” she says, her body tilting up to meet my thrusts as we move together.
“That’s right, baby, and you’re going to give it to me any time I want it, aren’t you, Jo? You’re going to offer up this little pussy and beg me to fuck you any fucking time I need you.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“That’s my girl…” I groan, pinching her clit, and then thrusting deeply inside of her.
“I’m coming,” she cries out and I watch her face as her orgasm takes over.
“That’s it, baby, keep your eyes on me, watch me as I fill you up with my cum,” I demand, fucking her harder and harder.
I can feel her orgasm move through her, the climax so intense that it triggers my own. I groan out her name as jet after jet of cum pours from me, painting her womb with my seed.
“Give me your baby, Cooper,” Jo cries, pulling my hair, demanding I kiss her.
Damn, those words do something to me, have this primal instinct rising up. I want to plant my seed in her, make her take it all, have it take root. I want to knock her up, to get her big and swollen with my baby.
Our lips collide roughly, teeth clashing as our tongues fight and mate with one another, just like our bodies.
As I ride out the storm we’ve created I have to admit, I may have told Jo that I own her body now, but the simple truth is just the opposite.
She owns me.
Chapter Seventeen
Jo
Six weeks later
I knew it could happen. I wasn’t stupid in thinking having unprotected sex with Cooper couldn’t result in this outcome, but after only the first time? My first time?
I bounce my leg, my nerves running high, my palms sweaty. Everything in me feels like it’ll combust. I left the gym a couple hours ago, went straight to the drugstore, picked up the three different pregnancy tests, and now I’m back at my place waiting for the outcome that will forever change my life.
Cooper’s as well.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve had little symptoms that, at first, I attributed to my period about to start. Sore breasts, cramping, even a touch of nausea that I thought was from the Indian food Cooper and I had eaten the previous night.
I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the open doorway to my bathroom, seeing the three pregnancy tests lined up on the counter. I know Cooper said he wanted this, but will he still feel the same way if it turns out I’m pregnant?
This is the longest three minutes of my life, as I wait for the results to process.
But the truth is, I am pretty sure I am pregnant with Cooper’s baby. It isn’t like we used any kind of protection. And Cooper’s appetite for me is insatiable. I blush as I think about how much he wants me, how much he acts like he can’t control himself around me.
His passion is raw and unhinged … exactly how I like it.
But that desire and passion will most likely result in our lives changing forever.
I pick up my phone to check the time. Cooper said he’d stop by after he left the gym, so chances of him showing up any minute are pretty good.
God, how am I going to tell him if it turns out I am pregnant?
And then the three minutes is up.
But I can’t move, aside from my damn leg that won’t stop bouncing nervously. I run my hands over my thighs, my stomach in knots as I continue to stare at my bathroom.
Just do it. Get this over with.
I force myself to stand, to walk into the bathroom, and to look down at the tests.
Pregnant.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
Each test says something different but it all means the same thing.
I hear a knock on my front door. I don’t move because I gave him a key after our first night together. He’s practically living here now, not that I mind. A second later Cooper is coming inside. I can hear his heavy steps across my floors.
I pick up one, then the other, then the third.
Oh my God. I’m pregnant.
I feel my stomach tighten, my mouth water, and before
I can stop myself, I am hunched over the toilet throwing up. I flush and sit there for a moment, not able to move. I’m stunned, but elation fills me. This is what I’ve always wanted. To be a mother.
“Jo, baby?” Cooper calls out, his voice deep, making my entire body light up. “Baby? Where are you?” Cooper calls out a little louder this time.
“In here,” I say back, as I quickly wipe my mouth with a few squares of toilet paper, and force myself to stand. This isn’t how I want to tell him, with three tests lined up on my counter, and just throwing up seconds before.
But before I can get out of the bathroom and figure out how to do this, he is standing in the open doorway.
“Hey, you.” He grins, but his gaze lands on the pregnancy tests. His brows knit as if he’s confused for a second. Then he’s stepping further inside and picking one of them up. I see the realization on his face instantly.
“Hey.” My voice is shaky. But I can’t help it, can’t stop the nerves that make themselves known. He’s still looking at the test. I am about to see whether he thinks this was a good idea or not.
He loves me unconditionally, I know that, but bringing a baby into the picture doesn’t mean he’s actually ready, no matter what he says.
“Jo?” He looks up at me, his eyes wide, the shock clear on his face. He’s setting the test down and moving so he’s right in front of me. “Jo?” His voice is thick.
“I mean, you know now, but yeah, I’m pregnant, Cooper.” I swallow, my throat so thick. I wait for him to respond, to say something, anything.
“A baby?” He looks me in the eyes, and then takes a step back to gaze down at my belly, as if he expects me to be big already. I can’t help but smile. Instinctively I place a hand on my stomach.
I nod. “A baby.”
And then he grins, a big, pleasure-filled smile that has me instantly relaxing because I know all is right in the world.
Cooper is happy about this. I’m happy about this. Things are perfect.
“A baby?” he asks again, his grin infectious.